El Gringo (The Sicarios of Navolato Book 3)

by Yolanda Olson

  She climbs on, making a show of it, then turns onto her back and props herself up on her elbows. She arches an eyebrow and I get to my feet and put my hands on my hips.

  Do I want to do this?

  Abso-fucking-lutely.

  With her?

  Hell yes.

  Right now, though?

  I don’t know.

  “I’ll give you one more chance to walk out of the room, Sofi,” I tell her softly, to which she crosses one leg over the other and tilts her head, the smirk on her face widening into a grin.

  I rub my eyes tiredly.

  It amazes me how much control she has regardless of what the situation is, and even more so that I can feel the blood rushing so damn fast down to my dick.

  But it also gives me an idea.

  I return her grin and turn my back as I begin to get undressed. It’s nice to be able to finally breathe again and let my circulation flow to where it should, even though I have an audience and have to move quickly so I don’t end up hurting myself.

  Once I’ve got the clothes off and they’re in a heap on the floor, I glance over my shoulder at her and give her a command, “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so.”

  “Why?” she asks curiously.

  “Come on, Sofi, just let me have this one.”

  With a heavy sigh, she lowers herself onto her back and places her hands on her face.

  Taking a deep breath, I reach down and grab my dick. I’ve never done this before, but I think it may help with getting her hot and bothered. Even if it doesn’t, at least we’ll both get a good laugh out of it.

  I grunt slightly as I push my dick between my legs, against my balls, then clench my thighs.

  Oh yeah, this definitely feels weird.

  It’s hard to turn without letting my dick flop back out, so I do a series of little hops until I’m facing her again.

  “Alright, open them,” I say cheerfully.

  Sofi sits up and looks at me, her eyes on my face for a second until I gesture with my hands. When she looks down at where my dick should be standing proudly, she puts her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound of her screeching laughter.

  “Think this’ll work for you?” I ask with a grin on my face.

  She finally manages to regain her composure as she wipes at a few errant tears. Even if nothing else happens tonight, I was at least able to make her laugh and feel better about this, and that’s more than enough for me.

  “Come closer, cabrón,” she says through a hiccup, “I can’t see it so far away.”

  “Um, okay. Gimme a few minutes.”

  I take a deep breath as I start hopping toward the bed. I don’t want to have to go through the entire retucking away of the goods, so she’s just going to have to be patient until I get there. And when I finally do, she inches her way toward the edge and runs the tip of her finger down my bare skin.

  It sends a shiver through me and makes my dick a little bit harder. I think she notices my reaction because she looks up at me and holds my eyes while she runs the tip of her tongue over where her finger just was.

  “Okay, I’m gonna need you to not do that,” I tell her as a breath hitches in my throat. Trying to give her a gentle push away doesn’t work. Instead, she spreads her legs a little and I watch as she slips one hand between them.

  “I mean, I really don’t want to go to bed hurting tonight, if you get my drift,” I half beg her.

  Sofi’s eyes look a little hazy as she begins to move the hand near her pussy, and I take a step back. I want to see because I’m used to watching her at this point, and I’m sure that’s as far as this is gonna go.

  But as soon as I move away from her, she shoots a hand out and digs her fingers into the flesh of my ass, pulling me back toward her.

  I reach a hand down and tilt her chin toward me as I loosen up my thighs and my dick springs free.

  “No pressure,” I tell her, a thick chuckle escaping me.

  But Sofi doesn’t disappoint me and I kinda feel like we’re back at my place again, only this time without Inez helping me out.

  She places the tip of her tongue against the head of my dick, then sucks it into her mouth.

  I let my breath out instantly as she begins to move her head up and down, playing with her pussy at the same time. I can smell her now and if she doesn’t cut this shit out sooner rather than later, I’m going to claim what I’m owed.

  Sofi places a hand on either side of my hips and gags herself on my dick, making me gasp and groan simultaneously. Just when I’m ready to fuck her throat into oblivion, she pulls away and smirks.

  I lean my head back and look up at the ceiling before I cover my face with my hands. Another painful night for good ole Frank but would this really have ended any other way?

  “Get on the bed, Gringo,” she commands in her Queen Bitch voice, and I turn my face down toward her, peeking through my fingers.

  “For?” I ask curiously.

  She slides back and spreads her legs open in response to my question and that’s when I don’t hesitate any longer. I damn near parkour onto the bed and hover over her, a grin slipping across my lips, which promptly turns into a tight line when she immediately shuts her legs.

  “Not like this,” she says, knocking my arms out from underneath me and rolling away right before I drop on her.

  I’m starting to get sick of this bullshit.

  I’d rather just rub one out and send her on her way, than be lead on over and over and not get anywhere with her.

  I let out a muffled yell into the mattress which makes her laugh and give me a nudge. I turn my face to the side and give her the evil eye, but it doesn’t dampen her spirits in the least.

  Sofi gets to her knees and grunts with effort as she flips me onto my back, then hovers over me, my dick firmly in one of her hands.

  “Like this,” she says, leaning forward and running her tongue over my lips.

  I’m so lost in the moment, in the confusion of it all, that is, until I feel her begin to lower her warm, wet cunt on my dick. I have no idea what it is she wants.

  And now I do.

  I grab her hips instantly and hold her in place. Even if it’s just a dip right now, I don’t want her moving until I can get something committed to memory about how she feels.

  But that’s when she starts to roll her hips. Gently at first, slowly, methodically, Sofi takes control of our moment, and I can’t say that I’m surprised.

  What does catch me off guard however is when she wraps a hand around my throat and begins to cut off my air.

  Instinctively, I reach for her hand to try and pry it off, but she shakes her head and smiles at me as she rolls her hips a little faster.

  I get it.

  She’s the guy and I’m the girl now, and I’m fine playing that game as long as she doesn’t stop until either of us have---

  “Oh shit, fuck!”

  The words barely come out as words at all since I’m struggling to breathe.

  I guess it’s been way too long since I’ve been with a girl with a pussy as tight as hers because I end up busting way faster than I mean to, but that doesn’t stop her.

  Or maybe it’s the fact that she’s deciding whether I get to live or die as she rides me that’s made me come so quickly.

  Instead, she tightens her grip even more and continues moving her hips, grinding down and claiming me as her own.

  I do the only thing I can do and that’s hold on tight while she rides me harder than anyone ever has before.

  I can tell she’s getting close, or at least I hope so, because at this point I’m worried we’re going to go through the bed.

  Not that I would personally mind, but I don’t think her father would be too amused.

  Sofi’s body starts to stiffen slightly, and she turns her nails into the flesh of my neck. I’m at the point where I feel like I’m going to black out when I finally feel her pussy start to convulse on my dick.

  When she’s done
using me, she lets out a tired laugh and lets go of my neck. I inhale a deep breath as stars begin to explode around my eyes and wrap an arm around her trembling body.

  “Maybe let me breathe next time?” I ask, rawly.

  Sofi places her hands against my chest and pushes herself up just enough to be able to look me in the eye.

  “Pussy,” she teases as she climbs off and lies next to me.

  I turn on my side and look at her, “Can I ask why?”

  I know it’s not because she wanted to, but I don’t want her to feel like she was forced to either.

  Taking a deep breath, she looks me square in the eyes, “I told you. Papa will expect grandchildren.”

  When she pushes her hair out of her face and closes her eyes, I feel worse than I have in a long time.

  The best fuck of my life for the worst reason ever—protocol.

  Hopefully, someday soon, I’ll get her to realize that it’s not how it will be with me.

  Not now, or ever.

  Epilogue

  I’m standing in Pops’ office, my hands on the table as Sofi points out locations on a map to me.

  We’ve been married for about three months and I still haven’t been able to get close enough to her Omar problem to rectify it.

  Granted, I haven’t really been given the chance to try since she ousted me in Bachimeto, but I think I’ve waited long enough.

  I’m not much of a planner when it comes to things like this. I prefer to fly by the seat of my pants, and let whatever happens, happen.

  It’s how I get shit done without making too much of a mess, and the getaways are easier that way too.

  “Alright, so I guarantee you he’s not strolling the streets in Bachimeto on his time off,” I say, interrupting her next sentence. I’m still not sure why she’s so goddamn obsessed with that town, but I need her to shake things up a bit.

  And since I know she’s too stubborn to do so, I slide the map closer to me and lean my elbows down on the table.

  “Look at all of these towns,” I begin thoughtfully as I start to point them out around her horse blinders. “He could be anywhere. Do you know where the hell the Federales are stationed out of?” I ask, taking a seat on the edge of the desk.

  “Um.” She snatches the map closer back to her and I smile. Three months of us being official and she still hasn’t learned to share yet. I think it’s endearing that she has her own little quirks, though.

  “Chihuahua, Chalco de Diaz—”

  “There has to be something closer,” I state glancing at the map. “There’s no way in hell he’s running around in the Sinaloa area if he’s stationed damn near seven hundred miles away.”

  “Just because that’s where the damn offices are, doesn’t mean he’s restricted to working in that area,” she insists stubbornly.

  I turn around and run a hand over my face.

  The only way I’m going to be able to catch this snake is to lure him out of his den.

  “I’ll figure it out,” I say more to myself than her as I get to my feet and shove my hands into my pockets. “I may be gone for a few days, though.”

  “Take someone with you,” she instructs curtly as she folds the map and tucks it back into the top drawer of her father’s desk.

  “Nah, I’m better off alone,” I reply thoughtfully as I rub my chin. Sofi gives me a withering look and I laugh, “The less people seen wandering around, the easier it’ll be to find him. Besides, he already knows what damn near everyone here looks like, and if he doesn’t, I’d rather not put anyone else on his radar.”

  “I’m going with you,” she says, getting to her feet.

  “You’re not,” I respond immediately. “Trust me on this one. If I was going to run from all of this…” I gesture around Pops’ office with my hands. “You would’ve never seen me leave. I think it’s fun around here and I’ve got some other loose ends that need tying up. I’ll come back, Sofi.”

  She pouts and I have to bite my lower lip to keep from laughing again.

  The little girl wronged routine works so well on her father that she probably thinks it’ll break me eventually, but there’s nothing left to break inside of this tired soul of mine.

  If anything, I have promises to keep and the sooner I get started on that, the sooner we can probably try to have a normal life.

  “Don’t miss me too much,” I tease her with a wink as I make my way around the desk and head for the door.

  “Gringo,” Sofi calls out softly.

  I stop and glance at her curiously. She walks over to where I’m standing and looks up into my eyes. I can’t tell what emotion she’s feeling right now, because with her, it’s always something different and new.

  “Hm?”

  “If you don’t come back, I’ll find you,” she warns me quietly.

  I grin at her as I ruffle her hair.

  Why the hell would I want to give up a life like this when I’ve barely just started to live it?

  I promised Sofi forever when I slipped the ring on her finger, and that can only happen with the death of Omar Rodriguez.

  About the Author

  Yolanda Olson is a USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author. Born and raised in Bridgeport, CT where she currently resides, she usually spends her time watching her favorite channel, Investigation Discovery. Occasionally, she takes a break to write books and test the limits of her mind. Also an avid horror movie fan, she likes to incorporate dark elements into the majority of her books.

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  El Señor

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