Chapter 8

Aléjandro

Blinking, I woke to something tickling my face. My nose twitched as I made sense of the world around me. Mia was sleeping on her side, her long hair fanned out near my face, and I had my arm draped over her trim waist.

My dick was at nearly full mast as her tight ass lay only centimeters away. You’d think the whacking I’d done last night in the shower would have been enough to keep the bad boy at bay. Apparently, waking next to a beautiful woman was not the formula for keeping my dick down.

Sighing, I rolled to my back, flopped my arm over my forehead, and stared up at the ceiling. Who doesn’t get pussy on their wedding night?

The answer would be me.

Fuck, before Mia’s declaration after the ceremony, I was counting the minutes until I would get her alone. I’d been half-serious about leaving the reception, burying my dick in her warm pussy, and then coming back for the party.

Obviously, things didn’t go as planned.

The soft sounds of her sleeping breaths gave me a jolt of reality. I was married.

I’d been concerned about sleeping unarmed beside someone. Despite never having done it before, I slept better than I would have predicted. Oh, I’d bedded plenty of women. There were those who made a living at it and others who were just in it for the fun. The first had a place of business and sleeping overnight wasn’t an option. With the latter, I tended to follow an invitation to their place, not extend one to mine.

It's not like my parents would give two shits if Rei or I brought a woman home, but mi padre’s casa was well guarded. Most women looking for a one-night stand or even an on-and-off-again relationship weren’t thrilled about entering the equivalent to Fort Knox. Sure, his house was giant. Nevertheless, I wasn’t a fan of introducing a woman I barely knew to mi madre at breakfast.

The thought made me smile.

I barely knew the woman still sleeping beside me.

I barely knew my own wife.

As much as I wanted to be upset about what happened, or more accurately, what didn’t happen on our wedding night, I wasn’t. I was challenged and in some fucking weird turn of events, totally in this for the long haul. I meant what I’d said: one day Mia would beg me to fuck her and when that day came, I’d make it so fucking good, she’d forget all her bad memories of the asshole before me.

Last night, by the time I’d finally made it to bed, Mia was pretending to sleep. I was relatively certain she wasn’t actually asleep, but I wasn’t willing to find out. Despite taking care of business in the cool shower, my fortitude was tested to its max. Maybe she wanted to be sure I wouldn’t rape her in her sleep or that I hadn’t changed my mind.

My mind was uncertain, but I wasn’t about to take from her what she didn’t want to give. I wasn’t the piece-of-shit husband she had before. The smile she’d shown during the wedding celebration was my encouragement. Mia had fun—she even admitted it.

She may think she hates me, and I may have mentioned her name to Padre because I knew she felt that way, but at the end of the day, we were now married. We needed to learn to do more than co-exist. We needed to be partners, such as the priest said with the presentation of the coins.

I was excited to show Mia our new home. It was a one-in-a-million find. The day I contacted the real estate agent, the house had just gone on the market. It was everything I wanted. Working on a limited time schedule due to my own procrastination and things being busy with the cartel, I made an offer—fifty thousand over asking and a promise to pay all the closing costs.

The sellers took the money.

Now the only thing standing between us and this new home was being sure Mia was happy with it too.  

Rolling onto my side toward Mia, I lifted my head onto my fist held up by my elbow and watched her sleep. Even without the makeup from the wedding, in this relaxed state she was stunning. I reached for the silkiness of her long hair, running a soft strand through my fingertips. My mind started to conjure images of what she would look like finding her bliss, allowing me to touch her, to wind her up and hold her as she fell into an orgasmic stupor.

The images weren’t helping my dick relax.

I slipped from the bed.

We’d left the doors open to the balcony. The pool area was quiet. I wasn’t sure who else would be awake at this hour. The music was part of my dreams throughout the night. Hell, the rest of the wedding guests may not have gone to bed until the sun came up.

I looked around for a coffee pot.

This wasn’t a hotel. It was the Ruizes’ primary bedroom. Coffee could wait. My first concern was taking care of business so I wouldn’t be walking around all day with a fucking hard-on.

Closing the door to the bathroom, I again turned on the shower.

If Mia continued to refuse sex, I could be the cleanest man on the West Coast.

The warm spray created a cloud of humidity within the glass enclosure. Dropping my boxer shorts on the floor, I stepped in, lifted my face to the spray, ran my hands over my head, wetting my hair, and turned to the shower wall. It seemed backward. Rarely before my wedding had I jerked off. This was my second session in less than eight hours.

As a married man, pussy should be at my fingertips.

That was the fucking problem: it was at my fingertips, just unobtainable.

I tilted my forehead against the tile and gripped my length, running my hand up and down my hardening dick. Closing my eyes, I pictured Mia, the way she looked at me when I had her pinned against the wall. The fear in her eyes shouldn’t turn me on, but I’d never claimed I was a good man.

Faster and faster, I moved my grip, increasing my pressure as my dick turned to steel. Squeezing harder, spots appeared behind my eyelids and my balls drew closer. The pain was real and so was the pleasure. My lips opened, yet I couldn’t stop.

Hunching my shoulders, I closed my eyes tighter. With the rush of endorphins drowning out the world, I pumped faster and faster. My orgasm came like a fucking barreling freight engine. The rumble of the train and the clicking of the wheels. Like that train, I was out of control, speeding through a dark tunnel when I gasped for air.

The tunnel ended in blinding light.

I exploded, my body shuddering more violently than it had the night before. Instead of stopping, I kept stroking myself, draining every drop so I could fucking walk without blowing a wad.

“Aléjandro?”

Fuck.

I spun around, facing my wife, her lips open and eyes wide.

I reached for the shower door and slid it to the side. “Join me, Mia.”

She took a step back.

Her hair was down and mussed. Her satin nightgown covered her body to her mid-thighs. The spaghetti straps hung from her slender shoulders, and the material was tented from her hardened nipples. She was a sight of beauty.

How long has she been watching me?

Water droplets dripped from my body as I stepped from the shower onto the soft bath mat, my nudity on full display. “I know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen a naked man.”

Mia’s face paled. “You’re…” She peeled her eyes away from my dick and brought them up to mine. “It’s the first time I’ve seen you.”

Leaving a trail of water on the floor, I stepped closer to her and brushed one strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and then the other. Mia stiffened. It only took a little more encouragement for the gown to slip from her body. I sucked in a breath as I took in her luscious curves. “Take off your panties.”

Her wide hazel orbs stared up at me.

“No sex, Mia. I want to see my wife. All of her.”

She nibbled on her lower lip as she snagged the waistband with her fingers and pushed the panties lower. The lace fell to the floor, lost in the puddle of her nightgown.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Mia’s eyes looked down. “I’ve gained weight—”

I laid a finger on her lips, and her eyes came back up to mine. “You’re gorgeous. That’s the end of that discussion.” I lowered my hand to hers, feeling the way it trembled. “Come into the shower with me.”

“I…I…”

“No sex.”

Mia nodded.

Once we were both inside, I closed the glass. Thank the Lord I’d been hard on myself only minutes earlier. Otherwise, this proximity would be impossible. Blocking the spray with my back and shoulders, I reached for Mia’s chin and lifted it until her lips were at the perfect height to kiss. Unlike last night, I moved slower.

This was uncharted territory for me. My first sex was at fourteen. My uncle hired a prostitute, against mi madre’s wishes. He said it was time for me to be a man—hacerte un hombre. After that time, I never worked to get a woman to spread her legs. If she didn’t accept the challenge, I moved on. The next one would say yes. Hard and fast was my speed. Mostly, a quest for self-gratification.

Mia was testing my patience, and I found the challenge sexy as fuck.

After a moment, she leaned in, sandwiching my penis between us. Immediately, she jumped away.

“My dick won’t bite you.”

Her neck and cheeks pinkened, and I fucking loved that she blushed.

“I want to wash you.”

“Wash me?”

I peppered her neck and shoulders with kisses. “No sex. Only bodywash.”

It took a few seconds, but finally, Mia nodded.

“Turn around.”

I poured the liquid soap onto a washcloth and slowly ran it over her shoulders and back, down both arms. This was the first time I’d touched her all over. I took my time, running my touch over her soft skin. Mia moaned as I ran the washcloth over her round ass. Crouching down, I made sure that each leg and foot was sudsy.

“Turn around.”

Mia obeyed; her expression morphed seeing me still on my haunches. Her pink pussy was right in front of me. With a grin, I said, “I need to work my way back up.”

Instead of using the washcloth, I slowly and methodically kissed her calves, knees, and thighs. It took all my willpower to jump over her bald pussy. Sometime I would tell her to give me a fucking landing strip or something. If I were to guess, her late husband was a wuss when it came to hair. I preferred a sign that my wife wasn’t a child.

I thought she may protest. Instead, Mia leaned her shoulders against the tile and closed her eyes as my lips moved over her stomach and up to her tits. They were perfect and round. Not huge but not small. By the time I made it to her lips, Mia opened her mouth, willingly accepting my tongue while giving me hers.

“Fuck,” I growled.

“What?”

“My dick won’t stay limp around you.”

She swallowed as her eyes looked down. “Do you want help with that?”

“More than you fucking know.”

When her knees bent, I stopped her. “No, Mia. I made you a promise. Kisses only.” Her eyes grew wide. “Do I want your lips on my dick? Yes. But not until you’re ready.” I took a deep breath. “Turn around and I’ll wash your hair.”

Under the spray, her hair appeared darker. I liked the array of colors it had when dry. For a moment I thought about our home and the pool, wondering if the sun would help bring out those lighter shades.

By the time I turned off the water and wrapped my wife in a plush towel, we were both clean. None of our sexual tension had been expelled, but I hoped that just maybe a bit of her fear was.

I’d touched her body without mauling her.

The looks she was giving me said she still believed we were on thin ice. If sex was coming when hell froze over, I had high hopes for the ice growing more solid.

“Are you going to tell the other men we had sex?” Mia asked as she combed her long hair.

“I’m going to avoid the conversation. If pressed, I’ll lie. Some would see it as weak on my part. I won’t lie to Rei. I trust him with my life.”

Mia nodded. “I can lie too.”

“Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head and spun toward me, her arms crossing over her towel-covered tits. “You didn’t force yourself on me. I don’t understand how rape is a macho thing, but to some it is. Sex is too. Dario didn’t force Catalina, yet everyone was thrilled they’d had sex. I guess I don’t want them to think less of us.”

“Us?”

“You for being kind or me for not doing what I was supposed to do.”

I cupped her soft cheek. “What you’re supposed to do is be honest with me. The rest, what anyone else thinks, is bullshit.”

“I’m surprised you’re being this understanding.”

A smile curled my lips. “Not as surprised as I am. I had my mind set on fucking you last night.”

“Thank you.”

I inhaled. “I wasn’t sure what I’d say if I was asked, but if you want the lie, we’ll lie together.”

“Giorgia, my cousin—I guess she’s to me what Reinaldo is to you. I never had a sister, and Dario and Dante aren’t exactly the sharing type. She’s been my confidant through everything. I probably won’t lie to her.”

“Do you trust her?”

I nodded. “Without question. Even Antonio won’t know the truth.”

My cheeks rose. “Then it’s set. We fucked like rabbits all night long.”

Mia’s smile was perfect.

And then she surprised me. Pushing up on her tiptoes, she kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Aléjandro. I was terrified.”

“I’ll never hurt you more than you want.”

“I can’t imagine wanting it at all.”

“First, you need to learn that I can be trusted.”

“Can you?” She looked down. “Sorry, it’s just that the man whose name you don’t want me to say didn’t think highly of the cartel.”

“I hope he’s fucking rolling over in his grave at the thought of you in my bed. By the time you’re begging for my dick, he’ll be wanting to claw his way out.” I shrugged. “Kind of difficult after what your brother did to him—well, both your brothers.”

Mia’s cheeks rose. “Let’s not talk about that.”

“We have family waiting downstairs.”

“We’ve been busy…rabbits.”

The tension from last night seemed to evaporate as we both dressed for the day. While I put on blue jeans and a black t-shirt, Mia dressed in a long blue dress that had ties on both shoulders. I imagined untying those bows and getting another good look at her perfect tits.

She dried her hair, bringing back the multicolored highlights, and pulled it back in a low ponytail. I reached for her hand and lifted it, leaving a kiss near her wedding rings. “You won’t regret this.”

Mia’s smile seemed sadder than it should be. “I don’t yet. It’s a start.”

Together, we left the room and made our way downstairs to the sea of voices. Unlike the fucking production that the famiglia made the morning after Dario and Cat’s wedding, by the time Mia and I made it to the first floor, the men and women were sitting and standing in clusters around the kitchen and dining room, eating and talking. Roríguez guards were stationed around the property.

Civilized people.