He cups my cheek and I cover his hand with mine.
“I want to come back home,” I whisper, kissing his palm.
“Home, home? The apartment? For good?” He asks excitedly.
I nod and smile.
“Home, Home.”
Miguel
I kiss Alessandra on the forehead and wait outside the door while the nurse comes in to help her dress. I take out my phone and dial Normani as the phone rings and rings.
“Hello?” she answers out of breath.
“What in the hell possessed you to take Alessandra shootin’ or help her buy a gun?” I snap.
“First of all, don't you dare raise your voice to me like that. Second, she's a grown woman and can do whatever the hell she wants and third, Bella is a hell of a better shot than me, I wasn't the only one helpin’ her.”
“Oh great, y'all we're havin’ girl’s night at the range? She almost killed him, Mani!”
“Can you blame her? She told me what he did to her Miguel and you can't tell me that if I was in her position you wouldn't have encouraged me to pull that trigger!”
“That's not the point, Mani! You know the guilt you carry around after takin’ someone's life. How many years it took you to get over it and it was an innocent mistake. You didn't have a man on his knees at point blank range!”
My voice is loud and people passing are starting to look.
“I did, Miguel. You're forgettin’ I killed our father! Yes, I felt the guilt, but it also freed me! Havin’ him still out there, no matter if he was in jail or not, I still felt the weight around my neck. When you told me he was dead, I felt a calmness I never felt before in my life. When I came face to face with him knowin’ he wasn't… I thought about nothin’ except endin’ him. I would pull that trigger again and again. There is no scenario where I let him live and he didn't even do half the things to me that Marco did to Alessandra, remember that.”
She hangs up the phone and I look at it dumbfounded. I run my hand down my face and exhale, getting myself under control. Some sick part of me wanted Alessandra to pull that trigger, put a bullet in the devil himself but luckily my brain won the battle. There was no way Marco was getting off easy though, I'll see to that.
I press a few buttons on my phone again, dialing up my contacts in the prison, the ones who “kept an eye” on my father.
“It's Miguel. Marco Falcone. Give him the warm welcome you gave my father and make sure to be hospitable.”
I hang up and put my phone back in my pocket, knocking on the door to Alessandra's room.
“All clear,” the nurse responds.
I open the door and Alessandra is sitting up as the nurse hands her a few papers on her aftercare routine. Concussion warnings signs, side effects of strangulation, different numbers for hotlines and badge care for her hands.
“You'll have someone at home to keep an eye on you?” the nurse asks looking my way.
“Yes, I'll be there. Thank you again,” I say smiling.
Alessandra makes her way over to me and I cup her cheek, giving her a kiss on her forehead.
“I'll always be there,” I whisper. “Let's go home.”
Chapter 25
Alessandra
“Normani and Devin have Peter for the night, is that okay? I can always go pick him up if you wanna see him?” Miguel says as we walk through the apartment door.
“I'd rather see him tomorrow, when my hands don't look like a mummy and I can put some makeup on my neck.”
Miguel turns to look at me and his eyebrows pull together. I can tell he's clenching his teeth and I put a hand on his chest, calming him.
“I feel fine,” I whisper.
“You don't look it. God, I should have stolen your gun and shot him myself. That motherfucker,” he growls, running a soft finger against the bruises on my neck.
His soft touch soothes the hurt. My body comes alive at it, a month away and I finally get it back. I need more of it, I need to feel.
“I want you, Miguel. Please, make love to me. I need you tonight,” I plead, capturing his hand in mine.
He nods, lacing our fingers together as we walk down the hall to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He turns and walks towards me, slowly and carefully undressing me.
He pulls my shirt up over my head and drops it to the ground, leaving a trail of feather like kisses on my exposed collarbone, out to my shoulder and then reaches behind me to unfasten my bra. That too falls to the floor and I help him with my jeans, unbuttoning them and slowly slipping them down my legs. He gently pushes me to the bed, and I sit as he kneels in front of me, reaching for my panties and pulling them off one leg then the other.
His hands on my thighs spread my legs as he takes a long lick up my slit and moans, like he’s just tasted a delectable meal after months of starvation.
He stands quickly, taking his shirt and jeans off, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. When he pulls his briefs off his thick legs, I look down and instinctively lick my lips as he walks forward and dropping to his knees again.
“I want to lick you all night, Aless. Your taste is somethin’ I will always crave. I’m salivatin’ for it, look at me. Look at me finally gettin' my fill of you.”
I moan at his words and drop my head, watching him lick me again, his eyes closing in pure bliss. I drop my head back as I lean on my elbows and revel in his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, bringing me right to the edge.
So long.
It’s been so long, and my body shakes with my orgasm, breaking the tension it’s built up these past few weeks. I let out a sigh as I pull his face up for a kiss.
He stands and moves onto the bed, kneeling in front of me as he grabs my hands, making me kneel too. He cups my cheeks and brings his lips to mine and the taste of myself on his tongue has me sighing into his mouth.
Our hands roam up and down our naked bodies, mine sliding up and down his cut biceps and down to his thighs, then gripping his face.
We make out and touch like teenagers, exploring each other’s bodies for the first time and I kneel higher, pulling him closer to me by his neck as he sits on his heels, moving his hands down to my lower back and cupping my ass. His hand goes to the back of my head, fisting my hair as I drop kisses down his neck, down his chest, flicking one of his nipples and then the other, making him flinch.
I feel his breathing pick up as I reach down and grab his shaft in my hand. I forgot about the bandages, so I drag my finger, up and down his shaft instead and he groans.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
I continue to kiss down his abs, licking the ridges on his stomach and then I’m there, his thick cock so hard it touches his stomach. I lick up the underside of him, from his balls to his tip and then his inner thighs, planting kisses on his lower stomach, teasing around the head of him. Each time his cock flinches, hitting my cheek and I smile, giving it a lick and then kissing around his head, sucking just the tip in my mouth then popping off. I drag my finger up his shaft again as I take his balls into my mouth, both at the same time, running my tongue between them and then let go.
Miguel drops back to his hands behind him, lifting his shaft in the air and I lean forward, swallowing him all down in one smooth suck. He groans and gets to his feet on the bed as I kneel before him, reaching around him to grab his ass, pulling him in and out of my mouth. His hand comes around my head, moving my hair out of the way and I duck down lower, shoving my face into him, taking his balls into my mouth again. His grip tightens on my hair and he growls, a low growl from the back of his throat and I look up at him, our eyes locked.
“You’re the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on, Alessandra.”
I close my eyes when he says my name, wrapping my lips tight around his cock and then he pulls out of me, dropping to his knees, his hands on my thighs as he kisses me with a fever I’ve never experienced before.
Desperation. I’m driving him wild and a thrill runs through me.
He grabs me under my
thighs and lifts me, slamming my back to the bed and he comes at my mouth again hungry, starving as he breaks the kiss, then latches onto one of my nipples, squeezing the other in his hand. He pops off, looking down at my breasts as he squeezes them in his hands, bringing my nipple up to his mouth and using his teeth to suck. I cry out as a jolt of pleasure rips through me straight down to my pussy.
He lifts his head, capturing my moan in his mouth then he’s back, squeezing my breasts together, licking across the sensitive skin from one nipple to the other, furiously shaking his head left and right, giving attention to both as I beg for him to push inside me, my words incomprehensible.
My hand goes around to his back as his tip teases my entrance between my legs. I push my heel against his ass but he’s stronger, continuing to torture me, squeezing and sucking my breasts like he can’t get enough, it won’t ever be enough.
His hand goes under my ass and before I know what’s happening, I’m on my belly and Miguel is pulling my thighs up, making me kneel, pushing my chest to the bed, my ass in the air.
“Yessssss,” I moan.
But no. Miguel continues his torture, spreading my ass and diving to my aching center with his tongue. He squeezes my ass cheeks in his hand, slipping his tongue inside my channel and grazes my ass with this finger as I flinch.
“One day, Aless. This ass is going to be mine.”
I nod against the mattress as I turn my head, trying to look at him, begging him to take me.
“Now, I don’t care, just do it, Miguel. Pleaseeee,” I whine.
He doesn’t listen, his mouth buried in my pussy, his finger sliding inside me from behind, curving it in that delicious way that makes my spine tingle. He adds another finger as his mouth annihilates me, bringing me to the edge but then backing off.
“Please, Miguel. I need you to be inside me.”
He flips me to my back and puts out his hand that I gladly take. He lays back on the bed and I straddle him, finally ready for him but he stops me when I hover over his length.
“Up here,” he says motioning to his mouth.
I open my mouth and shut it, slowly crawling up to his face, my thighs above each of his shoulders.
“Ride my face and come in my mouth. Then I will make love to you, Alessandra.”
Oh Lord, I’m already dripping down his chin as I lower myself more to his mouth and his hands go around to my ass, pulling me flush against him. I already feel the warmth spreading down my legs as I slowly rock against his tongue, his teeth. I lean back on my heels as his thumb pushes my clit, his other hand coming up to my breast, squeezing my nipple.
A jolt shoots down to my pussy and I feel myself clamping down on his tongue. I lean forward, dropping my hands to the mattress as I ride his face faster, grunting as I get closer. So damn close.
He pushes on my belly and I lean back, bracing my hands on his stomach behind me as I grind into his face and his thumb on my clit again is my undoing. He pushes it fast, back and forth as his hand wraps around the meat of my breast, pinching my nipple and I scream, louder than I’ve ever screamed before as I come down, as I push my pussy onto his mouth one last time.
I take a breath and start to crawl backwards until his tip connects with my entrance and I slam down, leaving us both breathless from the intrusion, from the grip my pussy has on Miguel, like it never wants to let him go, just like my heart.
“Oh, Aless, fuck that feels so good. Ride me baby, ride me hard.”
I grip his chest as I start to bounce on top of him, pulling my body up and down, another orgasm on the brink of toppling over. I reach behind my ass and cup his balls, lifting my body then slamming down as he grips my hips, meeting me thrust for thrust, pushing up into my body. My legs tighten and I feel his tip coaxing that spot to succumb for him.
“Almost baby,”
“Yesss Miguel, right there, like that. Fuckkkkkk.”
He groans and I feel his nails digging into my hips as he explodes inside me, the waves triggering my own release as I drop my head to his chest, my face soaking him with my sweat.
I drop down in the bed next to him, trying to catch my breath as he slowly slips out and goes to the bathroom. He comes back and cleans me up, kissing up my thigh and I laugh.
“Miguel! Let me have a minute,” I say shaking my head.
“It’s my lips, not me! These bastards are like a magnet to your body, there's nothin’ I can do,” he says holding up his hands in defense.
I laugh again and a smile creeps up on his face, causing his eyes to squint the way I love.
“You have the most adorable smile, you know that?”
“Marry me,” Miguel whispers, cupping my face.
He kisses my nose and I laugh, until I realize he’s not laughing with me.
“Wait you’re… you’re not making a joke? Miguel we… we can’t!”
“Why not?”
“Because we… I… it’s soon, really soon.”
I’m racking my brain for more answers, but I can’t find any. My brain is not functioning right now, it’s sleeping, I need to wake it up. I lean on my elbows, pulling myself into a sitting position as I grab the sheets and pull them up, covering my nakedness.
“Look at me, Aless,” Miguel says kissing the back of my neck.
I close my eyes and sigh at his touch. The ability this man has to bring me to my knees, make me want him after I’ve just had him. I turn and slowly look at him, his smile my kryptonite.
“I love you. I love you with my whole, shattered heart. All the cracks, all the pieces have been put back together with your love. It’s not the same as it was, it’s so much better. I want you to be my wife, I wanna dance around our kitchen together, take drives in the Eldorado, watch you, this beautiful evolution, a phoenix rising from the ashes, I can’t look away. I wanna watch you get stronger and stronger every single day, it makes me wanna be a better man, be worthy of you. My light in the darkness, I need you, Alessandra. I want you in my life forever.”
I close my eyes as a tear falls onto Miguel’s thumb and he wipes it away. I give him a small smile at the gesture and nod my head slowly as I open my eyes again and meet his.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
His smile takes up his whole face and he tackles me to the bed, pushing his body in between my legs. He kisses me excitedly up my neck and then down the other side and I can’t hold on the giggles.
“Stop! Stop! Before I change my mind,” I say out of breath from laughing.
“Don’t you dare,” he says cupping my face in both hands.
He kisses me softly now, our lips barely brushing against each other as I feel him slowly slip inside me and I buck up, sucking him in further.
“Mmmmmm,” I moan against his lips. “Again?”
“All night my fiance, all night.”
Chapter 26
Miguel
Two months later…
“I promise to always keep you on your toes, always keep you satisfied, and always flick you off your high horse,” Nico says smirking. “But in all seriousness, Lacey Lee, I promise to protect our love, put it first above all else and always remind you that you are the most precious person in my life.”
Nico’s voice cracks at the end and he gives everyone a manly grunt as he looks up at the ceiling. Lacey tries to hide her smirk but fails, putting her hand on his face and wiping a tear.
“Knew you'd cry, you sappy shit,” she whispers.
Nico whispers something in her ear and her smile falls, her cheeks pink.
“Lacey, your vows,” the officiant says.
She clears her throat and looks at Nico. The devilish smirk back in place.
“Nicholas, from the moment I met you, I knew I was doomed. You annihilated any walls I had built around my heart and there was no use in fightin’ it, even though I did, very hard,” she says with wink.
Everyone laughs and she clears her throat.
“I promise to believe in our love always, do a
ll of the little things to keep you happy. I promise to show you I'm worthy of your love. I promise you my loyalty, my devotion and all my heart until my last breath. I love you, my Hulk.”
She wipes at her eyes and lets out a gruff laugh. “Dammit!”
“Who's the sappy shit now,” Nico says with a smile.
She puts a hand on his cheek, dragging him down and they kiss, catcalls and whistles can probably be heard from the next town over.
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