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“Oh, Ferny, you only say that because you can’t see the way you look at me. You don't hold the same softness for anyone else and most people are probably well aware.” I lean into him, my nose nudging his ear, acting as if we are in the safest place in the world.
“Your father—”
“Is still clueless but won't be for long. He probably has noticed but doesn't want to believe what his eyes are seeing.” I really want to bury my face into his shoulder, and I press my right arm to the back of the seat to hold me in place.
“Us being in here alone isn't helping anything, and neither are all your teasing touches.” His hand presses to my knee. “How about we join the outside world before it comes looking for us? We'll have plenty of time to be only us again later.” Smiling softly, he stands from the pew and I wait until he's fully in the aisle before following him out of the exit.
My dad is talking to some men I've never seen before and Andres is sitting alone, staring toward the road. He was right. They aren't much more free than we are.
Fernando and I distance ourselves, conversing with old friends until my father is ready to leave for lunch. Riding in the car together on the way to the restaurant allows us to sneak in a few more touches before having to be surrounded by other people again. A few distant family members join us, one of my cousins filling the empty seat beside me before Fernando can. As hard as I try, my gaze keeps landing on the man I can't wait to be alone with again. Being this far away from him after everything we shared the last few days makes it so fucking hard to breathe.
Twenty
Fernando
Enrico presses his back to my chest, swishing around the bath water with his legs. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Not sure I have a choice. Ricardo refuses to guard you now,” I say in between chuckles. “Since your dad wants me to watch you anyway, we both agree for me to be with you around the clock from here on out.” I'd say poor Ricardo, but he should have not only been protecting Enrico from the outside world but also himself from Enrico.
“He didn't tell me that.”
“He told me after lunch today while you were in the bathroom. He was going to talk to you about it afterward but found it difficult to get a moment alone with you with all your family around. He figured you'd agree easier if you heard it from me anyway.”
“He was right.” His fingers tap the top of the water and he scoots his ass closer to my cock, squirming against me. “Why can't I have more energy to take your cock right now?”
“Wasn't your stomach recently bothering you?”
Yawning, he reaches for the soap. “Earlier. I'm much better now.” He slides down in the tub until his head is on my chest. Glancing up at me with blinking eyes, his hand lifts, holding the soap closer to my face. “Wash me?”
I wrap my fingers around it. “Of course.”
Pressing a kiss to the side of his head, I stretch out my arm to grab the washcloth hanging from the small rack on the wall beside us. Suds gather on the rag as I lather it with soap. I wash his chest first, slowly circling around his pecs before running over each nipple. I'm careful not to snag the material on his piercing.
Working my way down his body, I scrub over his stomach briefly before moving between his legs. He stretches out a little against me as I circle around his cock. Growing hard in my hand, he rocks forward and I kiss his neck, brushing my nose over his pulse point.
His soft whimpers fill the space around us while I rub him up and down in slow motions. “Stop teasing me.”
“Ask for what you want, and I'll consider it,” I say playfully.
Groaning, his arms hit the water and he thrusts upward toward my open palm. “Please,Padrino.Help me sleep good tonight.”
Wrapping my fingers around his length, I offer him a few tugs in between slow strokes. Shifting between slow and steady movements, my fingers hit the water hard as he fucks up into my hand. Moaning and grinding his hips, he comes in spurts. Shaking in my arms, his face turns into my neck and his eyes are blissful.
The beautiful flush in his cheeks spread down his neck and I'll never get tired of seeing him like this. “You're so amazing,pequeño. In every way. I'll never grow tired of touching you. If anything, I’ll only need it more.” I unplug the drain beside us and turn on the water, twisting the knob with my foot.
“Me too,” he rasps, going still against me. “I love this place I go to when I'm with you. I love you.”
“Te quiero más.”I don't stop touching him. I still don't know his body as well as I want to—every scar, imperfection, surface, and each sensitive area.
“It's no contest,” he retorts, lifting forward while I grab the bottle of shampoo and then the shower head, setting it to the side of us.
“No? Here I thought everything was with you.” Lathering shampoo into my hands, I scrub against his scalp and he hums, practically melting.
“It can't be when I always come out the winner.” He glances back at me, winking and pursing his lips.
I laugh while running the warm water over his sud-covered hair and he closes his eyes, breathing in deep while leaning back. “I think I'm going to come again from this alone.”
“Are you saying you won't need me anymore?”
