7. Seven

He"s right. I shouldn"t be out here. But something about him fascinates me, and him showing up at all the same places as me isn"t the only reason. He grabs my face, forcing my head back, and the usual fear that flows through me when Santiago does it isn"t there.

He slams my body against his car, and again I should feel threatened, but the urge to get away is replaced with a warm sensation creeping in the center of my belly. "What are you going to do to me?" My voice comes out unsteady and his hands grip tighter around my face causing my cock to restrict in my jeans. I don"t know why a complete stranger has my body reacting this way, but as much as I fight the pleasure running through me, my body betrays me.

"Nothing yet." He loosens his grip and his thumb swipes against my lip, before his hand pulls away completely. "Goodnight, Mateo. Until next time."

He slips into his car and leaves me standing there in the parking lot, watching him drive away. My body is as confused as I am. It wanted things it"s never wanted before. I was always so focused on making my father proud, getting more involved in the business, that I never focused on much else. I rarely ever went out and never cared to go on dates.

The men that I was always around never caught my attention and I never caught theirs. Most people who were immersed in this lifestyle lusted after women, and the trouble I had to go through for a one-night stand only turned me away from the whole idea.

Besides, everyone knew my father, and everything always got back to him. When he surprised me with my engagement to Santiago, I wondered if I wasted an opportunity to have my first sexual experience my way. The thought of sharing any intimate moment with Santiago is jarring and maybe I could escape those moments with memories of sharing them with someone else. Closing my eyes, I think back to when the sexy stranger was touching me below the belt, kneading the bulge in my pants and it"s working already. I no longer care about anything else. Not my father"s expectations, my engagement to Santiago or the punishment that might await me at home.

The air around me grows warmer as I get closer to the club. I"m not sure if it's the leftover effects of my encounter with the stranger or if it"s all the shots my cousin made me take. The music is once again loud and pounding in my ears and no longer has the same effect as it did before. I no longer feel the need to be here. Maria rushes toward me with arched eyebrows and confusion written all over her face. "Where the hell did you go? I had three creeps trying to grope me on the dance floor."

I laugh, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bar. "I needed some fresh air. I"m good now though. Let"s get more drinks, they"re on me."

"As long as you"re willing to pay, then I guess I"m willing to forgive."

I laugh again and we grab two shots of tequila. We don"t go back to the dance floor. Instead, we people watch and drink until we can barely stand. I call for my car and give my very drunk cousin a ride home since she drove herself out tonight. I knew I"d be in no condition to drive ahead. I came out with one intention, and that was to forget everything. When I walk into the house, everything"s dark, but there"s enough light from the outside lights to show a figure sitting in one of the chairs in the foyer. "Have a good time?"

I swallow hard and continue to walk toward the stairs. "Yes. I"m tired and think I'll turn in."

"Good, because you won"t be going out for a while. I have eyes everywhere. I know you were acting reckless with strangers on the dance floor. Does our livelihood mean nothing to you?"

"I…I"m sorry."

"Sorry doesn"t keep you and me alive. I need you to do better. Don"t make the same mistakes as me. In the end, you"ll only lose way more."

"I just wanted to enjoy myself for one night. I don"t think it"s too much to ask."

I hear the liquid sloshing in my father"s glass."I didn"t think it would either. Not until one night led to too many. I got so lost in my enjoyment, I didn"t realize the consequences of having too much freedom until it was too late." He lets out a strangled breath. "Don"t forget about the lunch we are attending tomorrow. These are very important people. We need to make a good impression."

How could I forget? I freeze on the second step but still refuse to glance in his direction. "Don"t we always?"

He releases a deep chuckle that chills me to the bone. He's drunk and angry and that's always the worst combination. He has been drinking more than usual and sitting alone in the dark, looking less like my father every day. Things must be worse than he lets on. Am I one of those consequences he wishes he could"ve avoided? Or is he referring to something he never wants to talk about? Is he the real reason my brother is dead? Could he have done something differently to prevent it? Is he worried I"m next? Maybe he cares more than I"ve realized. Maybe he"s just as trapped as I am. He always sounds like he is.

"Goodnight, Mateo."

The sound of ice clinks against his glass and I hurry up the stairs, shutting my door and locking it. Not that he will come up here, he never does. I shove my hand in my pocket, missing the feel of the rose. I don"t even know why I carried it around with me tonight. It wasn"t because I was hoping to give it back. I didn"t think I"d ever see him again but since he was there, I slipped the rose back into the pocket it probably came from. So strange for something so delicate and soft to come from someone so hard. I liked the way the two mixed together. So much, I wanted to reunite them again.

The danger I sensed in him excited me more than it scared me. When he grabbed my neck and roughly handled my body against the car, I wanted more. My hard cock throbs against my underwear as I lay in bed. My bottom lip slips between my teeth as my hand slips down my stomach and past my underwear. I close my eyes and imagine it"s the stranger"s hand tugging and pulling on my erection. I release a silent moan when my thumb slides over my slit. I tug down the waistband of my underwear and my hard length jolts against my stomach, leaving behind drops of pre cum on my skin.

The room air is cool around my skin and is soon replaced by the warmth of the stranger"s hand. His fingers move quicker against my velvet layer and I bend my knees, laying my feet flat on the bed, thrusting my hips upward. I continue to fuck into his fist while his free hand teases my nipples. My breathing increases and my stomach pulls tight. My teeth press tighter against my lower lip to keep me from screaming when my orgasm hits me stronger than it ever has.

Warm cum covers my stomach and I imagine him gathering it up in his fingers and feeding it to me. How full my mouth would be with his thick digits shoved inside, as I suck and lick them clean. Those last thoughts nearly have me growing hard again. I get cleaned up and throw myself back into bed, pulling the cool sheets over my body. I smile widely, completely sated and satisfied. Too bad it wasn"t really the stranger's hands touching me instead of my own. This time when I close my eyes, I don"t open them again until the bright sun invades my window and forces them apart. Another day, another brunch, and another reminder of me being trapped in a life I hate.