Be My Valentine: A Valentine's Novella (Hold On To Me Series Book 2)

by Blue Saffire

  I reach for her hand to still it. I won’t allow the distraction. I want answers.

  “Why have you been avoiding my calls and why are you just returning?”

  With a sigh she rolls away from me onto her back. I turn onto my side to stare down at her sexy tight body. Every inch, every ounce, and every single curve forms perfection. Her skin is so smooth, shining with our combined sweat.

  “Things have been busy,” she says, fidgeting under my gaze.

  “You have never lied to me before. Don’t start now,” I retort.

  “I’m not lying. Nelson and I have been working on the expansion. We needed to handle some things that came—”

  “Your visits are non-negotiable. You will not miss another,” I cut her off.

  She frowns at me, but I’m unyielding. Placing a hand on her thick hips, I draw her closer to me. I can’t keep myself from taking her full mouth.

  I feel the fight leave her as I devour her lips. Twice a year will never be enough. I’m no longer content with the arrangement I made with the young and eager girl that wanted to take her rightful place in my family.

  “I grow tired of this arrangement,” I say against her lips.

  “You want a divorce?” she asks, surprise and dare I say hurt coloring her words.

  “Have I said that, Cariño?”

  “No.”

  “I don’t like waiting here for you to return to me when you feel. I want my wife with me,” I say, watching her face as she takes in the words.

  Her brows draw in and her brown eyes grow wide. I knew this would be her reaction. This was never supposed to happen. We were never supposed to be more than business partners.

  “Cristó, are you serious? I’m not your real wife. I mean, my family has never met you. I don’t do relationship,” she rambles.

  “You’re my wife. Our marriage is very real, chicka. We will bring your family here to meet me,” I reply, waving off her last statement.

  “Where is this coming from?”

  I push a hand into the back of her hair and tug her head back. Our eyes lock and I hold her gaze. Detra is not a stupid woman. She went from being a wise young woman to a fiery and very intelligent woman that never misses a detail.

  “I don’t like this… this act you’re playing with me. You are not a silly woman. This is why I married you and we have been friends for this long—”

  “Cristó—”

  “No, listen to me, Esposita. We have spent year after year getting to know each other. I’ve always looked forward to your visits. Your honesty and mind have been refreshing.

  “I have valued our time as an… escape. Sí. That’s it. Escapar. I have nothing but respect for you. You make me laugh and you challenge me. I don’t always like this… but you would not be you if you didn’t.

  “I thought I would go to my grave without ever making love to my wife. That has change. You have grown into a beautiful woman. Your body bloomed for me from the first moment I touched you. My body has craved yours since you were last in my bed.” I pause to push a lock of jet black coiled hair behind her eye.

  “Things have changed,” I say, my eyes dropping to her lips.

  “No, they haven’t,” she says defiantly.

  The phone rings interrupting my words. I narrow my eyes at my wife as I reach for the nightstand to answer the call. This is not over by far.

  “Hola,” I grit into the phone.

  “Señor, would you like me to send the dress up for Senora Suarez,” Alonso says. “If you still want to attend the ball you will need to start to prepare.”

  “Mierda,” I mutter. “Send it up. We will be ready.”

  I end the call and toss the phone down. I almost forgot that — before I carried her off to bed— I ordered my staff to get a dress for my wife to accompany me to a party this evening. Although I had planned to skip the party to head to the States, it is an event I need to show my face at.

  Having Detra with me will make for a better show. Turning to her, I palm her face and take one more kiss from her seductive lips. I have to force myself not to climb over her and thrust into her tight pussy.

  “This is not over, Detrita,” I warn kissing her forehead.

  Chapter 2

  Trophy Wife

  Detra

  Inside I’m a fidgeting mess, but I squish that all down for the this affair. Cristóbal never shows a weakness and neither will I. I will deal with our mess when we return home.

  “Ah, I have longed to see you again,” a voice rings in my direction. I turn to see Jesús, one of the first men I was able to get to fall in line with my plan to expand Cristóbal’s network. “You are more stunning than when I first met you.”

  “Jesús, you haven’t aged yourself,” I say as I beam at him.

  “You lie, mi amor,” he chuckles, pulling me into a hug.

  He releases me and his eyes roll over my body wrapped in this tight red dress. I didn’t think Cristó was going to allow me leave out in this dress from the look he gave me when I walked down the stairs to meet him.

  “Do you always make it a habit to eye fuck another man’s wife, amigo,” Cristóbal says as his heat greets my back.

  He hands me a glass of champagne splaying his hand over my belly once I retrieve the glass. The heat from his palm causes my belly to flip. I can’t believe I still crave more of him after this morning and afternoon.

  “You will have to forgive an old man, Suarez. I may have forgotten myself,” Jesús says. “It was my pleasure to see you again, Detra. Enjoy the evening.”

  “Good to see you too, Señor Vega.”

  As soon as he’s gone, I spin on Cristóbal. His eyes are fixed on Jesús’s retreating back. I glare up at my husband.

  “What was that?”

  “I don’t like the way he looked at you,” he says and shrugs.

  “Men have looked at me like that almost all of my life. You have seen this before. What’s wrong with you?”

  “Sí, they have and I never liked it. I especially don’t like it now,” he says tightly.

  “Why is it a problem all of a sudden?”

  He crowds my space, bending until he’s nose to nose with me. My chest heaves with anticipation and I want to chide myself. But how can I resist those hazel-blue eyes and the smell of his cologne.

  “You, mi amor, are playing a very dangerous game with me,” he warns.

  I suppress the shudder that threatens to run through me. I never thought I’d see sexy and power equate to each other in one man. Not on this level.

  It isn’t lost on me that he has called me his love. It’s a common endearment, but not one he has ever used with me. I force myself not to follow that line of thought.

  “I’m asking a legit question. Why is it a problem now?”

  He cups the back of my neck, pulling me to him. The kiss he delivers is not meant for public viewing. He sucks and nips at my lips. His tongue seeking and searching in my mouth.

  “Do you still have questions?” he pants.

  I bite back the smart ass reply I have on the tip of my tongue. Something in his eyes tells me this is not the time to try him. I’ve done enough of that tonight. Actually, for a year now.

  “I don’t understand why everything has to change. I like the way things were,” I say instead.

  He lifts my chin with his fingertips. “Are you sure? You want things to go back the way they used to be?”

  I narrow my eyes at him not liking his tone one bit. I know him too well to fall for his play of words. It’s one of the things that has made him an excellent business man. He has a way of making you think everything he says is your idea.

  “You want me to change everything about my life after eighteen years. I’m thirty-eight, you are forty-nine. What do we have in common that will sustain this change?

  “Great sex isn’t enough for me to throw my sanity away. Nor my freedom. You gave me this. Why are trying to take it away now?” I snap.

  His eyes harden and his jaw
works under his beard. I can see I’ve pissed him off. I didn’t come all this way to argue with him. I could have gone with Nelson and Talina to London if I would have knew this was what I was walking into.

  “So I am an old man to you that only provides you money and great sex. Staying with me is prison to you? I have seen you as more than this, Esposita. It is clear that I’ve made the mistake,” he says tightly and turns to walk away.

  “Cristó,” I call after him.

  I feel my heart sinks. I didn’t mean for any of that to come out the way it did. My visits have always been some of my greatest times. I looked forward to them every year.

  Not just because Cristóbal spoils me rotten with gifts, shopping sprees, and trips on his yacht. He has become a trusted friend. We talk about everything… well except the men I’ve dated and I use that term loosely.

  I’ve had my heartbroken enough to know it’s not worth it. In the end, I always realize the guys were never what I thought I wanted anyway. It takes a strong man to handle me.

  A man like Cristó.

  I shake that thought off. I’m not looking for a relationship. Nelson wants to expand the business. Manny has asked me to come up with some new ideas for growing the family business without getting his hands any more dirty.

  It’s just sex.

  “I have never seen the two of you so… publicly affectionate.”

  I turn to find Amelia. I’m pretty sure Cristó used to fuck her. I’ve wanted to scratch her eyes out on numerous occasions. Now, I just smile at her smugly as my eyes take in her plastic face. No wonder Cristóbal stopped seeing her.

  “I’m not big on PDA,” I say and shrug.

  Her eyes roll over me in disdain. Like I need her damn approval. I maybe five-two and dark skinned with my Puerto Rican and Jamaica mixed heritage, but I’ve never let these women here make me feel less for being dark skinned.

  I’ve heard it all. Especially after marrying Cristóbal. I got over not fitting in a long time ago. As a kid the Puerto Rican kids told me I wasn’t Puerto Rican, I was just black to them and they wouldn’t accept me. When I tried to hang with the black kids things were fine until I started to speak. To them I was no longer black. I know the look in Amelia’s judging eyes well.

  “You and I know that’s bullshit. I never have understood you two. I figured you just didn’t know how to satisfy him. He can be very insatiable and demanding,” she purrs.

  I step closer to her. I can give two shits that she has at least five inches on me. I stand tall and crowd her space enough to let her know how serious I am.

  “You sure you want to fuck with me, honey?” I tilt my head to the side. “There are reasons that I am his wife. You only get one warning and that’s because I’m in the holiday spirit. Walk away, puta.”

  “Vete al demonio,” she hisses at me.

  “I’ll meet you there. I’m sure hell has a special place for a zorra like you that spends most of her time on her knees choking on other women’s husband’s huveos.”

  She glares at me until something over my shoulder catches her attention. A smile comes to her botoxed face. This would be the one night I don’t walk with my blades in my mouth.

  Ugh! I’ll still slap the shit out of her.

  “You are nothing but a little street rat. He has already moved on. The way he always does,” she says smugly.

  She turns to slink away before I can put my paw print on her face. I roll my eyes, but Cristóbal’s laughter from across the room draws my attention. Steam is already rolling off of me, before I dare to turn to see what I know is going to piss me off.

  My husband is surrounded by woman fawning all over him. Yet, it’s the bleached blonde, tall Latina that sends fire through my veins. She’s Cristóbal usual type and she’s leaning in laughing as if he has said the funniest thing in the world.

  “Oh, he has me so fucked up,” I say to myself and turn on my heels.

  I hope that bitch smells my pussy on his breath, since she wants to be all up in his face. I saunter my ass right for the door. I fight over no man. I think of stopping to flirt with one of the men staring at me as I walk by, but I’m not even going to bother.

  I showed my face. This trip is done. I pull my phone to order the jet ready for my flight to London.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  I close my eyes as his voice washes over me. His heat meets my back, consuming me with his presence. I go to step away, but his large hand splays my belly.

  “Don’t ignore me, Esposita,” he hisses next to my ear.

  “You don’t need me. You have plenty of women to give you attention,” I say.

  “But you are the only one I’m taking home to fuck,” he says hotly.

  “You wish.”

  A ripping sound greets my ears just before his front presses closer to my back. The heat from his body seeps into my skin, but I fight against sagging into him. I force the gasp back down my throat when his warm hand slide into my dress through opening he just made.

  “I’ve been wanting to rip this dress from your body from the time I laid eyes on you coming down the stairs. Do you know how beautiful you are?” he says against my ear.

  I go to snap at him but his tongue trailing the shell of my ear, stops me on a dime. I do moan and sag into him slightly. That ripping sound fills the air again as his palm reaches up higher beneath the fabric.

  He turns me to face him so fast, I’m dazed when I look up at him. Those hazel-blue eyes blaze down at me. I’ve seen this look before.

  It was the same look his gave me that night I stupidly fell into his bed. The night we consummated our marriage after eighteen years.

  “Watch your head,” he commands.

  “What?” I ask before my feet leave the ground and I understand his intention.

  He folds both our bodies into the waiting limo I hadn’t even noticed appear. The door closes behind us as my back meets the bench seat.

  Cristó tugs off his tux jacket, tossing it aside. He tears the rest of the side of my gown open, peeling the ruin dress from my body.

  His eyes roam over me as he licks his lips. Goosebumps rise all over. I shiver, covering my breasts.

  “Don’t hide from me. I’m an old man, sí. You have nothing to fear,” he says darkly.

  I roll my eyes at him. “Cristó—”

  “Silencio. You want to be rid of me. Give me my fill of this tight pussy and I’ll let you go. I will give you your freedom,” he says.

  It shouldn’t sting to hear him say those words. I turn away from him, not wanting him to see how much they do sting. Jealously tries to rare it’s head. In the past, I never allowed myself to think of his relationships and the women he would bed.

  Now… I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t boiled my blood every time my thoughts turned to him living his life here without me. I’ve had my heart broken enough. I won’t lay my heart bare to Cristó.

  Sex is sex. Giving him more time will change everything. It will leave my heart vulnerable. I know this for a fact. It’s the reason why I ran a year ago.

  “Ah,” I gasp and whimper when his warm mouth wraps my nipple.

  I turn back to find him watching me as he sucks on my breast. He pulls harder as his fingers slip beneath the fabric of my thong. He’s making it impossible to ignore him.

  My peak pops from his mouth. I watch the string of saliva that connects from my skin to his full lips. His fingers slip inside me and my back bows. I try to close my legs but his big body is wedged between my thighs as he kneels on the limo floor before me.

  “Do your young lovers make you feel like this?” he says from between tight lips. “Do they make your pussy this wet?”

  “Cristó,” I cry out.

  “Sí, mi amor. Do you call their names with such passion?”

  I can’t respond to his question. His thumb circling my clit is driving me crazy as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. Instead of telling him to fuck off, I pull my legs back and rock against
his fingers.

  Again, the sound of fabric tearing fills my ears. My thong is now nothing more than a scrape of material that Cristóbal tosses over his shoulder. His lips are on me before I can catch my breath.

  He groans into me as he eats my pussy with purpose. I lock my fingers in the long strains at the top of his hair. It’s not enough to anchor me. I don’t know whether to grind against his face or push him away and run.

  My hips have a mind of their own. Hot tears roll down my cheeks as he sends me into bliss. They are tears of overwhelming pleasure.

  Only you, papi.

  “Do they make you come this hard?” he pants as if speaking to my thoughts.

  He doesn’t give me time to answer as he thrusts into me. I didn’t even see when his unfastened his pants. My legs wrap around his back, my hands go to his biceps. I grasp the tight muscles for dear life.

  “Cristó, please,” I cry.

  “Do I fuck you like an old man? Do I feel like an old man to you?” he bites out.

  “No, no, no,” I whimper mindlessly.

  “Do you want to be free of this cock, mi amor? Do you want me to stop fucking you?”

  I bite my lip before I say something I’ll regret. Hell no, he doesn’t fuck like an old man. I can only dream of getting this kind of dick on a regular.

  “Coño,” I scream when he shifts my legs to his shoulders, lifts to his feet and starts to drill down into me.

  My eyes drop to his abs flexing beneath his taut skin. My gaze drops further, pulling a moan from my lips as I watch his girth push in and out of me, covered in my juices. One of the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen, turning me on beyond belief.

  He shoves his tongue into my mouth, stifling my screams. I can taste my essence all over his mouth. I begin to tremble and quiver beneath him. He breaks the kiss to give me an intense stare. Too intense for the way he’s fucking me.

  Feelings that have no business surfacing start to stir. It’s too much, all of it. Multiples begin to rock my body and I gush all over him. I’ve never been fucked the way Cristóbal fucks me and I’ve had amazing sex before. This is some next level type of shit.