I run the backs of my fingers from her collarbones down to her nipples, tweaking them before sweeping my palms over her ribs, waist, and ass. I ditched the bandages on my hands while making dinner since they got in the way. I peeled the dressingsoff my cheek and back at the same time. As myabuelawould say, I’ll let the air get to them.
I grab her and pull her onto her toes. Our lips fuse, and I lift her to wrap her legs around my waist. My bruises ache all over, but I didn’t lie when I told her before that I’ve been in worse shape. Nothing is keeping me from making love to my soon-to-be wife.
“God, I want you, Daddy.”
“Then take me.”
I slide her cunt down my cock.
“Fuck! That feels amazing, Jandro.”
“I agree.”
I nip at her lower lip as I press her back against the wall. Our kisses are sloppy and passionate. We cover each other’s faces, necks, and shoulders—anywhere we can reach before returning to each other’s mouths. Our tongues tangle, and she sucks mine just hard enough for my body to take over and thrust into her. My hands on the back of her thighs guide her to rise and fall as she rides me.
It’s our simmering sexual attraction that always crackles between us when we’re close, but it’s also relief that we survived to be here together.
Hotel room shooting.
Highway shootout.
Kidnapping.
Explosion one.
Wannabe killer nurse.
Hospital shootout.
Explosion two.
Did I miss anything?
It’s utterly insane, yet a couple days in the life of a Cartel boss and a mercenary.
We’re a fine fucking pair.
“Harder, Daddy. Fuck me till I’m sore.”
“You’re going to feel me inside you long after I pull out. You’re going to ache to have me back.”
She cups my chin.
“Promise?”
Before I can answer, she swoops in for a kiss. She’s as demanding as I am. I dig my fingers into her thighs and pull her tighter against me—not that our bodies can truly get any closer.
“I’m nearly there, Daddy. May I come?”
“No.”
She shrieks in disapproval and tries to grind against me faster. I lift her off my cock and put her back on her feet.
“What’re you?—”
I cut her off mid-sentence by dropping to my knees and licking her clit. When I suck, both her hands tunnel into my hair and press my face to her pussy. I draw her left leg over my shoulder as I plunge my tongue into her. She moans as her nails graze my scalp. Her shoulders press against the wall as her hips undulate against my mouth. Her free hand claws at my back—still careful of my few nicks and cuts—as her desperation grows. When I know she’s on the brink of not holding back, I lower her leg and rise.
“Daddy?!”
