by K. Webster
“Beg for it.”
“Please,” she whines, “give me your cock. Fuck me good and hard.”
I groan in pleasure. Her words are like fucking fire. They burn me in the best possible way. Everything in me buzzes to slam into her, but I like making her wait. I like seeing her arousal leak from her body.
I reach forward and swat her hand away so I can take over touching her clit. She can come at her own touch, but she goes fucking crazy when I do it for her. I thought that after all that happened with Esteban and Oscar a few months ago, she’d be gun shy. But my woman is tough as shit because as soon as her body healed, she was all over me, begging for my cock. Each time I’m inside her, it’s just one more time they won’t ever be.
“Diego,” she murmurs. “Oh, God…”
Her body writhes as I bring her pleasure. I rub her faster and smile when the opening of her pussy shimmers in the light. Like a fucking magical unicorn, this cunt of hers. I’ll ride it all the way to hell.
“You ready for Daddy D’s big cock?”
“Yessss,” she moans.
“When you come, I’ll put my dick inside you. Come, beautiful.”
It takes her another few moments, but soon she’s crying out my name. I make good on my promise the moment she stops jolting in pleasure and tease her wet entrance with the tip of my cock. Vienna doesn’t like it slow often. Usually, at night, she’ll let me make love to her. But during the day, in my office, is the time reserved for hard fucking.
With a growl, I slam into my wife so hard, the desk scrapes against the wood floors. She cries out and fondles her tender breasts. I almost come, imagining my son or daughter latched onto one in the near future.
Fucking Vienna is the best reward this life has given me. Nothing else in this world matters. Not this giant house. Not my empire. Not this country. Just her. We could be poor and living in a shack on the other side of the world and I’d be happy as a fucking lark to have her in my bed and in my heart.
“Come here, mi amor,” I growl as I pull her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist when I lift her. I prefer having her big tits pressed against me when my dick is inside her. But mostly, I want her mouth on mine.
She kisses me hard as I sit back in my chair. We settle into a position where she can ride me. I tangle my fingers in her hair and give her love bites all over her throat until her telling whimpers warn me of an upcoming orgasm.
“I love you,” I murmur against her flesh.
Her fingers run through my hair and she moans. “I love you too.”
Her cunt clenches hard around me a second before she screams out my name. I let out a guttural groan as I blow my load deep inside of her. We’re both breathing raggedly as we come down from our high.
“So this is the life, huh?” she asks, burying her face against the side of my neck. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
I grin and hug her tight. It jostles her enough that I feel my cum run back down the side of my cock to the chair below me. “This is everything, baby.”
I CHEW ON my bottom lip as I stare up at the nice home through the windshield. We’ve been in San Diego for three weeks now, and I still haven’t found the nerve to see Brie. I’m not sure why, but I feel like our friendship is broken. How do two wronged teenage girls who were forced to grow up way too fast find their way back together?
She knows everything.
I know she knows.
I’ve heard Diego talking to her on the phone. It’s definitely me, not her. She wants to repair our friendship. And if it weren’t for Diego forcing me to see her, I’d have chickened out.
I don’t think twice about barking out orders to men three times my size who carry assault weapons, but when it comes to facing my best friend, I am weak.
“Are we going to sit in her driveway all day?” Diego asks, his palm resting on my thigh.
I turn to regard him and shrug. “Maybe.”
He smirks and relaxes in his seat. “Take all the time you need. I’m on vacation.”
I roll my eyes, but it’s true. Diego has let me handle all of my father’s affairs and has only stepped in when I’ve needed him. Together we made sure we fortified our shipyard here in California, but he let me be the one to boss everyone around. Most of the men have known me since I was a kid, so they weren’t opposed to being under my leadership. The Gomez empire has come together over the past few months because we’ve done it together as partners.
And just like usual, he’s waiting until I’m ready.
We go in together.
I’m still deep in thought when someone beats on my window with their fist. I shriek in surprise, and Diego already has a gun drawn from his belt aimed across me at our attacker. When I meet the familiar face of my ex-boyfriend, I swat Diego’s arm away.
“Calder,” I cry out, surprisingly happy to see him.
He pulls open the car door and tugs me into his arms. His hug is strong. Much different than I remember.
“When did you get so big?” I tease.
He chuckles and shrugs when we pull apart. “Probably about the same time you did.”
We both look down at my growing belly and smile.
Calder’s grin falls when a dark shadow comes up behind me. His eyes lift and worry flickers in them.
“Clader, this is my husband, Diego.”
He nods and holds his hand out to shake Diego’s. Diego shakes his hand but then points near the garage door. “Who’s she?”
“Luciana,” Calder says, pride in his voice. “My fiancée.”
Her cheeks turn pink as she hesitantly makes her way over to him. He wraps a possessive arm around her before hugging her to him.
“Fiancée, huh?” I say with a grin. “Wow. Congrats.”
“Nice to meet you,” Diego says.
She gives him a shy wave.
“You can’t speak?” He snorts. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
“A cat named Esteban,” Calder growls.
A silent understanding blankets the air around us.
Luciana begins using her hands to speak in sign language. Calder translates for us.
“He cut out my tongue. I thought he ruined my life. But then I met a stunning sex god named Calder the Great.” As soon as he says the last line, she swats at him and grumbles. Her sign language goes faster but he translates quickly to keep up. “I didn’t say that. Calder is just being Calder. We recently took a sign language course together so we could communicate but he gets lost in translation sometimes. I’m so happy you came to see Brie. She talks about you all the time.” Her nose crinkles and she points at Diego. “You too.”
“How do you two kiss?” Diego questions point blank.
I elbow him in the side, but he simply winks at me.
Luciana raises her hands to answer, but Calder decides to show us instead. His fingers slide into her hair and he tilts her head up. Her black lashes bat shyly at him but she parts her mouth open in anticipation. Their lips press together softly at first but then he kisses her hard. Nothing about their kiss from the outside appears abnormal. Just possessive and consuming and filled with love. It makes my heart threaten to burst. Calder was always a good guy, but he was meant for a good girl.
I was a villain.
And I finally found my match.
When they finish their public display of affection, Calder motions us inside. “The food will be shit. Just warning you right now. Brie can cook macaroni and that’s it. Ren knows how to heat up the leftovers we bring over. If we didn’t live at the end of the street, these two knuckleheads would starve. Let’s just pray they ordered pizza. So help me if Brie tries to make enchiladas again…”
Luciana groans and holds her stomach. “Ew.”
Calder reaches for the door when it swings open. Ren, a giant version of the guy I remember, stands in the doorway with a baby swaddled in a pink blanket in his arms. All apprehension fades away the moment I see the baby.
“Oh my God!” I sc
reech as I run straight to him and give him a quick hug. “Is this Alejandra?”
He chuckles. “We call her Ally for short but yes. Fussy as fuck.”
I playfully swat his stomach and steal the sweet infant from him. Her big nearly black eyes stare up at me. I love her and she isn’t even mine. “You’re so beautiful. You and your brother are going to be best friends with our little baby.”
Ally lets out a big sigh, and I laugh.
“Come inside,” Ren says with a chuckle. “Brie’s feeding little D right now.”
I peer over my shoulder and Diego stands in the threshold with stiff shoulders. Ren’s gaze drifts to his and his jaw clenches.
“Bygones, man,” Ren says, if anything a little begrudgingly. “You’re married to one of my good friends and she’s happy. Let’s move forward.”
Diego told me of his previous flirtations and advances with Brie. He said he was like that with all women until I put his balls in my purse forever. Such a romantic, that guy.
“Come on, babe,” I tell him and walk inside.
The house smells good. Like something has been cooking all day. Calder saunters past me tugging Luciana behind him and hollers. “What is this sorcery?”
Brie rounds the corner with another brown-haired baby, but this one is latched to her breast. She sees Calder first and sticks her tongue out at him. “I can read directions, asshole. Luci gave me a crockpot recipe to try. Shut your pie hole and eat my food or I’ll make you change the twins next time they have a monster diaper blowout.”
He gags which makes Ren snort with laughter. These people, my friends from ages ago, are happy. Happy looks good on them. Diego wraps an arm around me and kisses the top of my head. It’s then that Brie sees us. Her smile falls as tears well in her eyes.
“Vee.”
She walks over to me and we stare at each other, both of us with babies in our arms. Silly tears sneak out of my eyes as I regard my friend. I thought it would be weird, but mostly I’m just happy to see her.
“You look well,” she tells me with a huge grin. “Is this punk still being good to you?”
Diego chuckles and the deep rumble warms me to my soul. “I’m good to her every single night, cariño. So good. I think even the people three towns over can vouch for how good I am to her.”
Brie snorts and shakes her head. “I forgot how perverted you are.”
“I highly doubt that,” he retorts.
Ally starts fussing and Ren comes to the rescue. He’s big and bulky now but the way he looks at the babies melts my heart. I wonder if Diego will regard our future children with such a brilliant look of raw love.
I know so.
As soon as he walks away with the baby, Brie’s eyes bug out. “YOU’RE PREGNANT?!” she screeches which makes baby Duvan jump in surprise.
Diego hugs me from behind and palms my belly. “Mi familia.”
She shakes her head but beams at us. “Would you look at us? We’re all grown up now.”
“But Vienna still likes to call me daddy,” Diego says as his teeth nip at my ear.
Brie laughs. “Oh my God. I don’t even know how you put up with him, but I’m glad you’re happy, Vee.”
She reaches her hand for mine and I take it. Of course I take it. Brie is my best friend. Some shit happened, some time happened, and some distance happened. But our friendship still exists. A sturdy tree that still stands after one helluva hurricane.
As she pulls me toward the living room, I can’t help but make sure my other half is coming with me. Where I go, he goes. We’re two halves of a very perfect whole. His lips are quirked up into an amused smile. I love how his light brown eyes seem to twinkle with mischief.
With my best friend tugging me along and my husband having my back, I can’t help but think life doesn’t get any better.
I feel a tiny nudge in my stomach and it reminds me.
The best is yet to come.
“I can have Dan update me by phone. We don’t have to go,” Diego says, his black brows furled together in concern.
I reach over and brush his black hair out of his eye. “We need to go. The new shipment arrived late last night, and we need to make sure everything goes smoothly. These first few shipments are important.”
He frowns. “But you’re sick, Vienna.”
Bile rises in my throat, and I wince. The morning sickness, I thought, was supposed to end after my first trimester. But Tatiana tells me some women are lucky to have bouts of it throughout their entire pregnancy. Today I’m having a damn bout of it.
“I’ll drink some ginger ale and it’ll pass,” I assure him. My stomach gurgles, and I groan. “Actually, just go. If I need you, I’ll call. The shipyard isn’t but ten minutes from here.”
He sighs and leans forward to kiss my swollen belly. “I’ll be back in an hour. I will make it quick, and Dan will take care of what needs to be done.” His hot breath tickles my stomach. “Daddy will be back soon,” he tells our baby. Tatiana had asked if we wanted a scan to discover the sex, but we both decided we wanted it to be surprise.
“Be careful,” I tell him, my voice cracking with emotion. Lately, I have all of these fears that my husband will die. At the hands of others, a horrific accident, dropping dead of a heart attack. Every terrible way to die, I’ve thought it. Some nights I can’t sleep after having a panic attack over losing him.
He leans forward and kisses my lips. His lips pull up on one side. My body burns with desire every time he looks at me with that sexy smirk of his. “Feed my baby and then I’ll come home and feed you.”
I laugh and watch him as he crawls out of bed to start dressing. We’ve been staying at my parent’s old house, which now belongs to me, while we stay in the States. Ever since I saw Brie for the first time a couple of weeks ago, we’ve visited just about each day. I didn’t realize how much I missed her. Ren and Calder and Luci are a packaged deal. It’s nice having them in my life. And I even got to meet War and Baylee. War was the favor Diego called in several months ago. He acquired some earrings that were fit with a tracking device. It was how they found me in that shipping container.
“Bring back those yummy buffalo wings from that pizza place down the street,” I order. When he lifts a brow, I flash him a sweet smile. “Please, Daddy.”
He shakes his head. “So demanding, mi diablita.”
I shrug and stare at his ass as he bends over to grab some socks from a drawer. “I thought you like it when I get all feisty.”
“Feisty for my cock,” he corrects and then looks over his shoulder to give me a smoldering grin.
If he weren’t about to leave, I’d beg him to stay. I’ll show him feisty…
But then another wave of nausea ripples through me. I don’t even realize I’ve closed my eyes until I reopen them and see Diego squatted in front of me beside the bed. Concern has chased away all playfulness in his features.
“I should stay,” he murmurs, his thumb dragging along my jaw.
I reach forward and touch his lips. “Go. I’ll sleep. When you get back, you can take care of me for the rest of the day.”
He stares for a long moment but then gives me a clipped nod. His lips press to mine before he stands upright. “Thirty minutes tops. Sleep.”
When the bedroom door clicks shut, I drift off to sleep with my husband as the star of my dirty dreams.
Glass.
I jolt awake and find that I’m drenched in sweat. I’m about to sit up and yank off the T-shirt I’m wearing when I hear heavy footsteps pounding down the hallway. Something about the urgency in the steps tells me my visitor is not Diego.
Shit.
He warned me months ago. The cartel is a dangerous business. Just because we’re in love and happy doesn’t mean that we aren’t still in the thick of the most dangerous criminals in the world. We must always be vigilant and aware. And despite always having men on guard, things can still happen. People can still slip through.
The door flings open and crashes into the
wall behind it. I’m stunned frozen when the figure enters the room. The monster before me is horrific. Straight from a nightmare. I am wondering how he came back from the dead just as he speaks.
“Hello, Vee,” he snarls, a shiny metal gun in his grip.
I can’t help but gape at his disfigured face. Oscar was once so handsome. The sexiest man I knew. But then he lost himself. He turned into this thing. And that was all before his brother bashed his face in. His nose is severely crooked. One of his eyes doesn’t open all the way and the eyeball seems to drift. He’s baring his teeth at me. Most are broken. The dark hair that he used to wear in a stylish way is bushy and hangs in his face.
“Oscar,” I murmur. “What are you doing here? I thought…Esteban… You were so close to death…”
He growls, and the sound sends a shiver up my spine. “After he left with you, I got the hell out of there.”
What?
It makes me wonder whose body they threw in with Esteban. Diego told his men to obtain Oscar from the office. Apparently they grabbed the wrong dead guy along the way.
“Why are you here?” I try again. I’m attempting to distract him with words while I work out a plan to defend my baby and myself from this monster.
“You know why I’m here,” he hisses. “I’m here to fuck you up like you made my own goddamned brother fuck me up. Then, I’m going to tear your ass up before I put a bullet in your skull.”
He yanks the blanket off me, and I scream. His eyes peruse my bare legs but when his gaze finds my rounded belly, he glares.
“I’m pregnant, Oscar,” I tell him softly. “Just go. Nobody has to know you were here.”
Our eyes meet. His are hate-filled and lost and full of vengeance. Mine are fierce and violent and full of the need to save my child. One of us won’t leave this room today.
“Take off your shirt,” he demands. “I want to see what you’re hiding under there.”
I shake my head. “Please leave.” I’m warning you.
“Vee,” he barks. “Take off your goddamned shirt and let me see your stomach.”
Time seems to stand still as I’m reminded of when I was seventeen.
