36. Thirty-Six

It"s messy, but so are our lives. Things between us are anything but traditional. I need him and I know he needs me just as much. I almost lost him again and the moment we were alone, I needed to be inside him. I was taking back what had been stolen from us. This moment on this altar belonged to me and him.

I thrust into him harder, earning me beautiful moans and whines. The harmony of a piano had nothing on the music we made together. I yank off his tie and bring his hands to his back, wrapping the white smooth material around his thin wrists. It was like silk touching silk. "So perfect. My precious princesa. My Mateo. My everything."

"Mmph...oh, please. I need more. It"s never enough."

I plunge into him, loving the way his walls constrict around my cock. He is so warm and tight. I reach my hand around him, tugging on his hard, sensitive cock. I pull back the foreskin, running my fingers up and down his velvet layer. He shakes and thrashes underneath me. His skin runs hot beneath my hands. The muscles in his wrists strain against the tie, the white standing out against his tan skin. I bury myself deeper. Warmth sweeps up my stomach and my balls contract when my cum spills inside him.

His body trembles and convulses before he is spilling his own cum over the floorboards. "Oomph…" He goes limp, releasing a whimper when I pull out of him. I immediately bury my face between his cheeks, licking and sucking at his pucker, using my tongue to get him cleaned up. He tastes and smells like me, and it makes me want to fill him every day; so he can always remember who he belongs to. I continue lapping up every last drop. His cheeks are red from my hands grabbing at his fleshy globes as I fucked into him. It was a mixture of his flushed skin and left over blood. It was everywhere and the more lost in him I became, the less I noticed it.

Panting and spinning from my orgasm, stars blur my vision when I reach down to untie his wrists. I was sure not to touch or add any pressure to his neck in any way and had a moment of worry when I pressed his face against the wood from being caught up in the moment. His moans of pleasure and the dreamy smile on his face are enough for me to be rest assured that I"m not causing him any pain that was unwanted. His poor hole will be sore tomorrow, but I will make sure I give him lots of tender and sweet kisses to make up for my rough, animalistic behavior today.

The hunger in his eyes when I yank off his pants and flip him over is an open invitation and I accept it. His breathing is heavy and he is covered in sweat, blood, and cum. "I think it's safe to say we need a shower."

He laughs in between pants, still trying to catch his breath. "What would give you that idea?"

I press a kiss into his sweaty hair, tasting the saltiness mixed with the tanginess of blood. "It's just a suggestion."

I stand, pulling up my pants. He collapses on to his back, smiling up at me with hazy eyes and the perfect golden glow. "Hi."

"Hi, sweetness."

He lifts his hands in the air and I take them, yanking him to his feet. He falls into me and I wrap my arms around him, holding him up. He tugs up his pants and yanks down his shirt, tossing his jacket to the ground. "They were right when they said I would only wear this once."

I laugh and kiss him again, swirling my tongue in his mouth. Loud voices come from around us. "Anyone call for a cleanup crew?"

I glance around us and dead bodies lie all over the ground. Maybe it wasn't the ideal place to express my love and need for him but nearly every place is fair game when it comes to Mateo. The fire he sets inside me runs so hot, the flames only rise if I don't extinguish them immediately. The longer I go without touching him, the closer I get to erupting. My palms grow sweaty and my skin becomes tight, making my body seek out his for immediate relief.

I wrap my fingers around his. "Let's get out of here. Maybe we can steal some cake on our way out."

He laughs and I pull him toward the house. When I walk down to the basement, Santiago's body is gone and there's not a single trace of blood on the floor. Not one bit of evidence left from him ever being down here. My brother did say he would take care of things in the basement and I'm sure that's exactly what he's doing. If Santiago, by some miracle, survived, he will soon wish he didn't. I'm about to walk out until something shines from the corner of the basement. It's the blue pistol. Miguel didn't take it. Perhaps clinging onto hope of my father being alive was too much for him to bear. Sometimes it's the hope that gets you through each day, and sometimes all it does is set you up for more pain, preventing you from moving on. I unload the gun and pocket it. The bullets are light in my hand before I spill them on the ground. Whoever the man was who gave Mateo this gun, I have a feeling he'll be back.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, dialing a number my father used to keep on speed dial for whenever his men were injured. Dr. Vance usually got to you in a timely fashion as long as he was available. I want him to look over Mateo even though he swears he's okay. I know the Juventinos have a doctor of their own, but I have a feeling he already has his work cut out for him. Vance was one of the best surgeons in town and he usually specialized in trauma. During the day he was your normal doctor working on a surgical unit at a hospital but part time, he did checkups and quick procedures for the local mobs, cartels, and anyone else who couldn't be seen in a hospital.

Me:Hey doc, you busy?

Dr. V: Yes, your brother showed up with a man nearly on his deathbed. Safe to say I'll have my hands full for a while. I even had to call in favor from a friend to get the supplies I needed and an extra hand.

My brother took Santiago to see the doctor, but why? My stomach knots at the revelation. He's trying to save him. My brother is keeping Santiago alive.

Mateo stares at me with a look of concern when my face goes cold.

"What's going on? Is everything okay?"

I shake my head. "I need to call my brother Angel."

"What for?" His voice strains with worry.

"To find out why he's saving Santiago's life."

Mateo's eyes widen and his face flushes with anger. "Why the hell would he do that?"

I think back on all the things Angel said in the past about what would happen if he ever had a chance to take down Santiago. All the plans he had for him and how he deserved a life of misery rather than an easy way out.

"Because death isn't the worst thing that can happen to Santiago Morales. Angel is."