“You are so hot, Reina,” he grunted. “You make me lose my mind.”
“Again,” I begged unashamed with him. “Please, Juaquin.” I clamped my cunt around his thick length as he withdrew to the tip and glided back inside again only harder and faster. “More. Faster. Please.” It had been too long, and I wanted him so badly.
And he gave me more of the bad that was so wicked good. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Until I shivered each time he drove in deep. Until my scalp tingled. Until my toes curled. Until I cried out his name each time he hammered his legendary length into me.
“Juaquin. Yes, Juaquin. Don’t stop. Juaquin. Don’t. Yes. Yes. Yes.” I came so hard my eyes rolled back in my head, but he didn’t stop.
“Again,” he demanded, powering me through my orgasm, prolonging it. Fucking me harder, deeper and faster. His fingers gripping my ass to bring me into his thrusts. “You come again.” His thighs slapping mine, he gave me his cock, pounding me as hard as he pounded the beat on his bass drum. Electricity and heat. Friction and pleasure. So much pleasure. I came again, with him this time, both of us reaching the pinnacle together. He was my king after all. Even my climaxes were his to command.
* * *
King
“You sure you’re ok?” I asked after dragging her into the small tub shower combo with me. She was naked so it was difficult for me to focus, but I honed in on her beautiful face rather than those gorgeous tits of hers because she seemed disoriented.
“Yes, of course I am,” she insisted, yet she wobbled unsteadily as she reached for the tiny ledge that held her peach scented shower gel. I gripped her more firmly, frowning when I realized I could feel her ribs. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know.” My eyes narrowed. “Maybe because I just fucked the hell out of you.”
“You did.” Her lips lifted slowly. “How soon before you can do it again?” Her pretty grey-green eyes glinted with renewed eagerness to get wicked with me again, and I loved that, like I loved every single thing about her.
“I can go right now, mamasota.” Her gaze dipped to my cock. She licked her lips, the dollop of bath gel in her hand forgotten. “But it’s a little cramped in here so why don’t we wait until after we shower?”
“Alright.” She brought her gaze up, but stopped it at the center of my chest. “Why don’t you let me soap you off?” Distracted, I decided. She wanted a chance to explore like I did. Maybe I was overreacting about the other. She liked my body as much as she was comfortable with showing off her own. But the weight loss bothered me, knowing Melinda’s history especially. Trauma I knew could be a trigger for anorexia.
“Miriam,” I called to gain her attention.
“Huh.” She lifted her gaze from my chest. Arched into my soapy hands as I began to wash her off. I didn’t even think she had realized that I had stolen the bath gel from her cupped hand. I grabbed her bottle, lathered my hands again and started soaping more of her body. She purred when I did her tits.
I groaned. Her pleasure was my own, plus they were glorious, perfectly shaped to overflow my hands. I tweaked each nipple making them even harder. Her lips parted. My cock bounced eager as she was to have another go. Mind overruling but only just barely, I grabbed the bath gel squeezed out some more and moved lower while the warm water from the shower head behind Miriam mostly only pelted her back. She put her hands on my shoulders when I crouched low to wash her pussy.
“King,” she said, her voice husky in that particular way I recognized. My cock was attuned to it, to her. Totally primed and ready to drill her all over again. The shower was a bad idea.
“Yeah.” I looked up, a mistake as my fingers slid through her slippery folds. Her lids lowered more, her eyes already steamed up and glassy. She shuddered. My fingers had a will of their own. They had grazed her nub.
“Please.” That one word added to all the rest that was her did me in. The cooler overspray did not come even close to putting a damper on the fire she and her hot body ignited. I wasn’t going to be able to get her out of the shower and us into the bed where I would feel safer about taking her again. “Come here, mamasota. Wrap those sexy legs of yours around me and climb on. I’ll do the rest and get you where you need to go.” And I did. I moved. Got her back against the wall. And I pumped my cock into that deliciously tight cunt of hers. Short and shallow fucks then long and deep, I had all the control in this position, but I followed her cues. Her fingernails digging furrows into my skin. Her quickening breaths. She was there. I knew it before she told me.
“King,” she cried.
“Sí, Reina. I’m right with you. Let go. I’m there, too.” I thrust in deep one final time, stiffened and groaned feeling her hit her climax at the same time, rhythmic tremors that gripped my cock and squeezed every last drop from me. Sweet bliss. As sweet as the woman I had in my arms. The one I never wanted to let go.
Chapter Fifty-One
Miriam
Propped up on my pillows, I stroked my fingers over his hair, sifting through the thick strands that were as dark as obsidian and had a sheen every bit as glossy. He was still sound asleep. His cheek against my chest. His arms tightly wrapped around my waist. Tired, exhausted like I was, though we’d only managed the two times before Mike and Alex had returned. Juaquin had been disappointed, but no more so than I. The duplex was too small for privacy, and it would be too tiny for even one couple.
It was made for two roommates to share on a tight budget, not two sets of lovers.
Thoughts like that had awoken me early before the sunrise, and my mind had zoomed on a circular track at race car speed, and I had yet to checker flag it. No job. No more paycheck to pay my share of the household expenses, let alone double that. No extra for certain to add to the small nest egg I had already saved. Returning to college seemed to be further out of reach than ever. Even if we could sell the house, we didn’t have enough equity in it for either of us to do more than break even.
And Mike moving so far away. King, too. Soon Tempest would go on the road for their fall tour, not to mention whatever traveling he would have to do to market his solo stuff. My heart clinched more for the inevitable separation from them both than it did over worries about my pocketbook.
Soon it would be me and only me with no backup should something go wrong.
My cell buzz-walked across the nightstand. King stirred. I ignored the call like I had been ignoring most of them even the persistent ones from the hospital. I knew they only wanted money. Dragging my knuckles to follow the thin beard that outlined his jaw, I pressed my thumb into the patch at his chin savoring till the last minute the way he looked as he slept and smiling softly as his golden eyes fluttered open to give me a more beautiful view than any sunrise.
“Hey,” I said.
“Buenos días, Reina.” He lifted his head and glanced at the cell again as it buzzed. “Aren’t you going to get that?”
“Nah, it’s probably just a bill collector. I’d rather touch you.” I stroked his cheek again, letting the pad of my thumb drag across the edge of his lips enjoying the way that made them curve and my stomach flutter. “We can do more. If we’re quiet, we won’t wake Mike.” He needed all the sleep he could get. He was going to try to get all of his massage clients seen before he and Alex left for Seattle. He wanted to tell them goodbye personally. He wasn’t planning on returning to work at either of his jobs after the engagement party.
“I’d like that, but maybe you should rest.” He frowned at me like he had in the shower when I had gotten a little dizzy. I knew he was only worried about me. I had been a little bit, too, when the vertigo had also happened at Dr. Claffey’s office. He had ordered blood work telling me it was probably an electrolyte imbalance or low potassium from all the running and working out I had been doing. “You really should get that.” My cell was buzzing. Again. “Bill collectors don’t usually call at this hour of the morning.”
“Alright.” He shifted to move off of me, his back smashed up against the wall a
s I turned on my side to grab the phone. “Hello,” I said, my voice an octave of concern higher than normal. It was Ann. “Is everything ok?”
“Yeah. Why? You sound worried.”
“Do you know what time it is?” I volleyed back as an explanation.
“Pfft. Yeah. Sure, I do. The only time I can get ahold of you apparently.”
Oh shit. I recognized that tone. She was getting ready to go off on a tear.
“You promised, Miriam. You said you wouldn’t shut me out anymore. Then you took off and nearly got yourself killed. Then you made me another deal afterward. Do you remember that deal?”
“Yes.” I whispered.
“Yeah, so I’ve kept up my end of the bargain. I stayed out here keeping my grades up because you said that would make you happy instead of flying out there to be with you. So why the hell aren’t you calling me or answering my calls?”
“I…”
“Texts do not count, Miriam.” She cut me off. “Do not try to tell me texts count. You will piss me way the hell off if you say that.”
“I’m sorry.” I let out a breath as she paused to pull one in probably to lay into me some more.
“Truly apologetic? Not just remorse? Like you will stop doing shit like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright.” She released an audible sigh. “Then tell me how you’ve been doing. Since the therapist I mean.”
“Pretty good.” I could feel Juaquin watching me. “He thinks I have trust issues.”
“Duh,” she said, and I smiled.
“He got me talking about our father and us some.”
“So you’re saying he’s a miracle worker.”
“Maybe. Probably. I realize I was pretty self-involved. Didn’t really consider how things with him affected you, mom and Bryan, too.”
“That’s on him, Miriam. Not you.”
“That’s one way of looking at it, but I don’t care about him. Just you.”
“And Mom and Bry?” she queried.
“Yes, of course.”
“Then you should come home.”
“No, I’ll just have to find another place to live after I sell the house is all. But I’ll figure it out.” She knew about Mike leaving. About King. Tempest commitments. She might say texts didn’t count, but mine had been informational. She had extrapolated based on what I had shared and wanted me to return to Seattle. My mom did have space for me in the new place Bryan had bought for them. But though I loved her and had a little more empathy toward her regarding the way she had handled things with my father, I didn’t want to go back to live with her at home. I had left to be on my own and independent. I was determined to stay that way whatever it took.
“No,” I repeated just so we were clear. “I don’t belong there. You won’t even be there much longer, either. Right?”
“You could at least come to visit. Come to the engagement party at Footit’s. Tempest is playing. Juaquin’s adoptive brother is getting engaged. Everyone will be there. He will be here.”
“I know that.” I turned my head to glance sharply at my bed companion. “I wasn’t invited.”
He shot up straight in bed, knocking me to the floor. It wasn’t far to fall, but I frowned up at him.
“What happened?” Ann asked. “Did something fall?”
“Yeah, I did.” I backed away as King came toward me. He had a glint in his eye that I wasn’t quite sure about. It was kind of how he had looked at me in the dressing room at Sexxy before he had slammed the door and fucked me on the counter.
Oh, yes please.
“Listen, Ann. I gotta go.”
“Are you coming are not?”
“I’m thinking yeah,” I told her. “I’ll talk to you later,” I said before hanging up and dropping my cell on the nightstand.
“Oh, you’ll be coming alright, Reina.” He picked me up and threw me on the bed. The box frame collapsed with a whoosh making me squeal. I tried to scramble away backward from him, but he grabbed my ankles, flipped me over and pulled me slowly back toward him. “After I spank your ass for playing games with me instead of telling me straight out what you wanted.”
* * *
King
I stood in front of the window while she showered. My lips curved, recalling how hard she had come after we played. Teasing her, seeing her smile made me happy. The last few weeks had been tough. I would take her however I could get her of course, but I much preferred her contented like this.
“What’re you doing?” She asked, and I turned my head away from the view of the yard and the rolling desert hills beyond it to look at her.
“Watching the sunrise.” I beckoned her over. She padded across the tiny space, rechecking the towel she had tucked between her breasts. Seemingly satisfied that it would stay in place, she moved beside me.
“I think I can see one of the reasons you chose this place.”
“Yeah.” She glanced away from the window, her brow creasing.
“It’s a pretty sunrise.”
“It’s alright.” She shrugged. “I can find a new one after we sell. The sun comes up. It goes down. It’s the same everywhere.”
I shifted, took her by the shoulders to turn her more fully toward me then brought up her chin. “Don’t play games,” I chided gently. “Not that I didn’t love what we did earlier, but I’m being serious right now.”
“Alright. But I don’t know where you’re going with this. Why you think it’s so important.”
“Because of what you said about sunrises that first night we spent together. Then the fact that you’ve been avoiding them since the thing with Campanella. We don’t even go out to run until the sun is well up.”
“You are being serious.”
I nodded.
“Why don’t you go first? You never shared about music or your poetry when we had that discussion.”
“What about those things?”
“Why do you write them?”
“They’re a part of who I am.”
“You’re creative. I realize that, Juaquin. It’s a part I love about you. My brother, too. But I sense a deeper reason. I know they predominately used your poems about Southside on the last album.”
“Words are important. My music gives them a forum. A chance to be heard.”
“Your poetry is…” She trailed off and looked at me expectantly.
“The voice for my pain.” I gave it to her. All of it. Dropped my defenses and shared knowing she would understand. “Basically as soon as I could talk I started putting together words and phrases. Most of it sucked but as an artist himself Adrian saw my potential and encouraged me to keep going with it. Before he got involved in La Raza we had this dream of owning a studio together. My words. His paintings. But after he was taken away from me, I had to figure out a way to move on, a way to deal with the loss, a way to channel the anger and the pain.”
“Yes.” She nodded as if she had known that was how I felt about my rhymes all along. She probably did. She had a way of reading the deeper meanings between the lines of everything I wrote. “It helps you make sense of it in a way. So what would it mean if it suddenly stopped?”
“That I had given up.”
“Yeah.” She affirmed, and my heart twisted for her.
“Have you given up, Reina?”
“No, Juaquin. But I had for a while, I think. Or I was hiding from the pain. I thought it might be too hard, to look at all that beauty every morning. It’s such a contrast to the ugly things that have happened to me. Like with my father.”
“And like what those men did to you, too.”
She nodded, her eyes flooding.
“Can you let it go, Miriam? Can you move past it?”
“I don’t know, Juaquin. But I know I’m ready to try.”
“That’s all any of us can do. Would you do something? Would you start watching the sunrises with me? The good and the bad, can we try to make sense of it all together? However many sunrises it takes?”
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sp; “What are you saying?” She brought her hands up to her chest as if her heart wanted to fly out of it. I was experiencing something very similar.
“I want you by my side. I’ve wanted that for years. I think you have, too. Whether we’re laughing like earlier, or being serious like we are now.”
“We only just started,” she cautioned, but I didn’t want caution for her anymore. I wanted better for her and me. For both of us.
“Yeah, I know. But love is a beginning. Like sunrises. Let’s take them together. Stop looking back with regrets and start looking forward to the future. Let’s get up in the morning believing that anything is possible. No more living half-lives apart. Let’s live full ones together.”
* * *
Miriam
“You’ve obviously had some time to think about this.” I needed to find words that would come close to describing how I felt about what he had just said, where I was with us, and how I felt about him that had the same level of depth. I looked out the window for inspiration to frame them, the way it seemed he had been doing when I had walked in. “These past few weeks your support, your patience with me, it’s made the difference, you’ve made the difference for me. The reason I didn’t give up was because you were here beside me.”
“Reina, no,” he groaned in complaint and reached for me. “That’s your strength not mine.” His hands skimmed my cheeks as he slid them into my hair and tipped my face up so he could peer into my eyes.
“Let’s say it’s both of ours then.” I smiled softly, the brightness of that truth shining in my eyes. “Everybody has faith in something, Juaquin. Well, my faith’s in you. You’ve never changed in all the time I have known you. Sure, you lost your way and made mistakes. We both have. But even when you pushed me away you thought you were doing the right thing by me. I realize now that your motivation was pure. You were trying to protect me. You worry about failing me. I have never worried about that. What I worry about is me failing you. But I’m willing to risk disappointing you because I need you. I’ll take it day by day. Sunrise by sunrise. Whatever that might look like. Wherever that might be. For however long you want me. You’re what I need, and I have the courage to reach for you because if I fail or fall again I know that having your love means I’ll always have a safe place to land.”
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