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Rolling his eyes, he shifts to his back and gazes up at the ceiling. “I didn't kill him if that's what you think. He's just taking a small nap, tied up in my bathtub. I'll let him go when I get back home.”
Pressing my back to the headboard, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Yeah, ’cause that's reassuring and won't be suspicious at all.”
“Relax. He thinks I'm just being my usual self and wanting to go against my dad's orders anyway I can.” His eyes lock on to mine and his fingers reach over to trace a long scar on my arm, causing my skin to tingle. “Which I guess that's exactly what I'm doing, so he wouldn't be far off.”
“Your father wants me to keep a closer eye on you these next few days.”
“And that's different from any other day, how?”
Sighing, I shove his hand away and fold my arms across my chest. “More than usual. Your dad thinks you're keeping secrets from him and he wants me to see what I can find out. He's worried they could bring trouble.” He wouldn't be wrong.
Turning back to his side, he reaches for me again, his fingers rubbing over the happy trail on my stomach. “He acts as if he's perfect and has none of his own. Such a fucking hypocrite.”
“Maybe it's because he feels he has more control over the situation when it involves himself.”
He breathes out a laugh. “Right. Him and Andres have been less careful than usual, so he should be following his own advice. He doesn't think people see it as weird that his dead daughter's fiancé lives in his house?”
“You know your father. He lives in his own world sometimes, but also, everyone is aware of how tight-knitted he becomes with his most trusted employees. I stay there most workdays and so do five other members of his staff.”
“So does that mean you'll be inviting me to move in here soon?” He bats his lashes, lowering his fingers toward my tenting pajama pants.
“There you go using my words against me. What's going to happen when I tell your dad I don't find anything? You really think he'll buy it?”
Shrugging, he palms my fully clothed cock. “Or he'll assume you're hiding something too. It wouldn't be the first time you've covered for me.”
“This is different,pequeño. We aren't hiding your struggles with your illness progressing, we're keeping something forbidden and twisted a secret.”
“So being with me is twisted?”
Sighing softly, I stroke his cheek. “Yes and no. It's unethical and goes against everything I stand for. I was raised to be against what I have with you. To marry a woman and have children. Not wanting to spend my life with a man who's not only less than half my age but also someone I once considered to be a son.”
His nose curls. “You shouldn't say shit like that while I'm stroking your cock.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You aren't exactly giving me a choice, and we've been avoiding this topic for far too long. I'm your godfather, and in our culture that means more than a simple title. It—”
“I know.” His hand pulls back and he sits up, shoving the covers down his naked body. “You act like I wanted this to happen and planned it. We can have this discussion all we want but it won't change anything.” He swallows hard, causing his chest to hollow. “I'll still be in love with you and it'll never go away. I've waited over a year for it to. Lying to myself didn't work. Neither did the distance I kept or reminding myself of the risks.”
He sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth. “So some stupid title won't either. In the end it's just a word and we are two people who were eventually meant to grow into more than what we started as.”
Grabbing his arm, I press a kiss to his wrist. “You're right. Not everything in life is meant to be easy or fit other people's standards.” Nothing I did ever was or did. Why should now be any different? I can keep beating myself up and letting the guilt eat me alive, or I can shove it all away and properly love the man beside me. Because that's exactly what he is. I see him for what Zacharias can't. An adult who makes mistakes like the rest of us, who is a force I enjoy working hard to keep up with.
His fingers cup my chin. “But this was meant to happen. You and me. Us sitting in this room willing to go against what we both thought we stood for in order to have a little bit of happiness.” His face inches closer to mine. “Unless you've changed your mind.”
My forehead rubs over his as I close my eyes, breathing him in. “There isn't any going back now,pequeño. My love for you has grown way too much for that, changing into something I never thought I deserved to have again. But you deserve it all and because of that I will do anything I can to give it to you.”
In the throes of passion and need, our lips lock together like two butterfly wings. We close ourselves off from the rest of the world, rubbing our bodies together as heat radiates between us, creating sparks of electricity.
Crawling into my lap, his fingers fumble with the front flap of my pants until my cock springs free. Lining us up together, his lips remain on mine. Teeth clash and our tongues collide in desperation. His fingers wrap around our lengths, stroking us at the same time as we both rock forward.
“I love us touching in this way,” I say, in between gasps, briefly pulling away from his lips. It's different from anything I've experienced and another moment I'll never stop replaying in my head. How can something so simple feel so incredible? It’s a sensation my hands can never recreate.
“I love us touching in all ways,” he responds before sealing our lips back together. Pleasure explodes inside me and I'm buzzing everywhere. The floodgates are open and I can't stop whispering the three words I've avoided saying for too long in between hot, hungry kisses.
The heat spilling inside me spreads rapidly the more he rubs against me, smearing our precum and tightening his fingers every time he slides down. With thrusting hips and tangled bodies, the friction grows overwhelming and his skin caresses my most sensitive nerve endings. Our cocks continue to fuck against each other until we are both erupting and spilling cum between us.
His nose rubs into my neck, hot breath scattering along my skin as I hold his sweaty body tighter to mine. We stay this way for what feels like hours, drifting off only to wake up sharing more kisses and touches. When he finally peels his body from mine, I follow him to the shower and hold him under the hot water. He looks good in every room in my house. I think back to what he said about us living together. My heart throbs knowing it's one dream of his I can never fulfill. Kissing the back of his neck, I watch us together in the glass door's reflection, hating how it'll soon only hold mine in it.
Nineteen
