26. Twenty-Six

Isaiah

I wanted to continue my conversation with Carlos, but the moment his brother leaves, he rushes off to his room with a few tacos in his hand and closes his door. The lock is so loud, I feel like it's his way of making some kind of statement. Is he angry about what we did? Did we take things too far? I approach his room and attempt to knock, but I can"t get my hand to touch the door.

Joey disappears back into the room and curls up in front of the TV, watching movies that have him laughing out loud. I remain in the living room, observing the type of books Carlos has on his shelf wondering if these books belong to the same man I used to know or if he's a new man entirely. After staring out the window for what feels like forever and watching the sun go down, I place an order for food at a nearby sandwich shop a few hours later.

Joey takes a shower alone while I make the short drive to pick up the food. I hate leaving him alone even for a few minutes, but knowing Carlos is there gives me some reassurance he"ll be okay. Joey doesn"t need me coddling him like a child. Me being there for him is not the same thing as treating him with kid gloves and I need to continually remind myself of that.

There"s a man in a yellow car who watches me the whole time I walk from my car into the sandwich shop. He"s still there when I get back in my car. Instead of going straight back to the house, I drive in a different direction and the man follows me down the empty streets and I lead him down a back road that takes us to a dead end.

I turn off the engine and reach for my gun, slowly opening the car door. The man gets out of his car and that"s when I realize there"s also someone in the passenger side, but they don"t get out.

A tall, lean man stands in front of me with a gun pointed at my head. "You must be the asshole who cost me my new purchase. I believe you owe me a boy. Maybe I should just take yours."

I laugh, shaking my head. "You really should get back in your car. I don"t have the patience to deal with assholes like you today."

"It"s a good thing I don"t give two shits about whether you do or not. You have twenty-four hours to bring me my new boy or I"ll kill you after letting you watch me play with your husband. I won"t be gentle either and won"t even promise he"ll survive during it."

I scoff, pulling out a cigarette from my back pocket. It"s not often I smoke, but this situation seems like the right one to pull one out. Spinning it between my fingers, I click my tongue and place the cigarette between my lips. I pull out a lighter, waving the flame under the tip.

The man laughs when I pull out a pocketknife, at least it"s what I have him believe it is. "You really think you"re going to kill me with that?"

I shake my head, smiling wide. "No," I say, pointing the ballistic knife at his neck and slipping my finger over the red button on the side. A long, sharp blade shoots out, going into an artery in his neck. "I know I will."

He reaches for his bleeding throat, choking on his own blood. The gun hits the concrete, alerting the other man in the car. He swings open the door. I puff on my cigarette a few times and flick it to the ground, putting it out with my shoe. Before he can step out of the vehicle, I quickly pull out my gun and shoot through the windshield, shooting him in the head. I pick up my phone, pressing my finger on my brother"s name. It only rings twice before his voice comes on the other end. "Hola, mi hermano. Que pasa?"

"I need some help with a cleanup."

"Where did you make a mess this time?"

"About five minutes away from the big bridge. You know, where we used to play as kids on the road where it dead ends. The man was one of the auction"s unsatisfied customers."

"Looks like Santana is making sure everyone knows who the blame goes to."

"Hopefully we won"t have to worry about her for too much longer. It"s hard to spread rumors and blame when you"re dead."

He chuckles and releases a long sigh. "I"ll send someone over soon. Get in your car and go home to your husband. It will be like you were never there."

I hang up the phone and yank out my blade from the dying man"s neck before sliding back in my car. Time to go home. It only feels right to call it that. The word flows so well in my head.

The drive is short and I"m constantly searching the roads for other cars the whole way back. The minute I"m positive no one has followed me this time, I get out of the car and use the spare key to let myself back inside the house. The food is tucked in my arm and Carlos is standing in the kitchen downing a bottle of water.

"Someone's thirsty. Where"s Joey?"

"Sleeping again." He stares at me with an intensity so profound. The bottle crumples in his hand when his gaze drops to my blood covered hand. I got quite a bit on me when I'd collected my blade. I knew better than to leave it behind and it"s also my favorite one. "Don"t worry, it"s not mine."

He steps closer to me with his eyes never leaving my hand. "Whose is it then?"

"The man who just threatened to kill me and hurt Joey."

His chest rises and falls when he inhales and exhales deeply. "Good. Better him than you. He probably won"t be the last one who tries to follow you here."

"No, but I"ll do the same thing to all the others who do."

"Let"s hope you"re quick enough every time."

I swiftly step in front of him, gripping him behind the neck, putting us nose to nose. "I always am." Before he can open his mouth to respond, I claim his mouth with mine. His hands try to push me away and I hold him tighter, gliding my tongue over his closed teeth. Shoving my hand inside his sweatpants, I tightly grip his half hard cock. Surprised by the action, he parts his lips enough for me to fuck into his mouth with my hungry tongue.

He grabs my arm and twists it behind my back, shoving me into the counter. "What do you think you"re doing, huh?"

"Proving to you how fast I can be."

His lips hover over my ear, tickling my skin with his warm breath. "I gotta say, I"m not too impressed." He slides his hand inside the back of my pants, moving his fingers in between my cheeks. I moan when his fingers press to my hole and I writhe against the counter.

"Only move when I tell you to. It"s been so long you"re already forgetting all the rules."

"Maybe I don"t like your rules."

"Weird," he says while biting and sucking on my neck. My breathing increases and my aching cock presses against the counter. It takes everything in me not to rock my hips. "Your body always tells me otherwise."

He removes his fingers from my pants. "It"s been a while since anyone"s been inside you. How long?"

"Too long," I say in between gasps when he slips a wet finger inside me. He yanks down my pants, spreading my cheeks apart. His spit drips down my crack, falling down my hole. I shudder, pressing my forehead into the wooden cabinet. "I"ll ask again. How many years?"

"Fi…ve...it didn"t last long. Something about it didn"t feel right."

He nips at my ear while sliding his finger inside me, moving it in and out slowly. There"s a slight burn and my hole twitches when he pulls out, needing badly to be filled again. How could I forget about how good it felt to have any part of Carlos inside me?

"Wait here, cabron," he whispers in my ear. "Don"t move no matter how much you want to. This ends the moment you say it does. Do you remember our safe word?"

"I don"t need a safe word."

A slap comes to my right ass cheek leaving behind a slight sting. I bask in the pain as a surge of electricity shoots up my spine. "I asked if you remember our safe word."

"Leche," I say, unable to keep a straight face. After the second time Carlos had fucked me, I begged him to fill me with his rich milk. He snarled and made me promise never to call his cum that again. Which is how Leche became my safe word. When that word is said, everything stops, no matter what we"re doing.

Cool air sweeps over my bare skin when Carlos steps away from me. I listen to his footsteps until they quiet and turn into a desperate mess when they are loud again. A bottle clicks open and Carlos blows on something behind me. His slick fingers slip inside my hole easier than before. He moves them in and out at a steady pace. More desperate sounds spill from my lips and my body flashes cold and hot, badly needing release.

"Mmm, still so fucking tight. I can"t wait to have you wrapped around my cock again, but it won"t be tonight. No, something else will be going inside you instead and I"m not talking about just my fingers."

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as he speeds up the thrusting of his long, thick fingers. He fucks me harder, tilting them at an angle, coming in contact with my prostate. "Remember when I used to make you come with my fingers alone?"

"Yes." My voice comes out thick and sultry.

"Let"s see if we can make it happen again." He licks along my neck, sliding his other hand up the front of my shirt. I shake and my toes curl in my shoes as he hits my sweet spot harder. My cum shoots forward, landing on the counter and the floor. My heart is erratic. I close my eyes, sinking further into my orgasm, letting the pleasure explode all over my body.

Carlos grabs something from the counter and I don"t even remember him setting anything down. The silicone presses to my hole, swirling around it before he shoves it inside me. He slowly works it in and out, letting my hole get used to the intrusion. "Time may pass, but this moving force between us stays the exact same." He pushes the rest of the plug inside my hole and presses a kiss to my ear. "Remember, only I"m allowed to take it out. Do you hear me, boy?"

"Yes...sir." He"s all I hear at this moment. The busy highway nearby is silent, and the sounds of the house are now non-existent. My heavy breathing and thoughts are drowned out by his deep, silky voice.

"Goodnight, Isaiah and sweet dreams," he says before leaving me all alone in the kitchen. The loud crinkling of the bag tells me he took his food to go again, and I don"t push myself from the counter until the blood rushes back into my legs.

The guest bedroom door opens as I yank up my pants. Joey steps outside the door rubbing the sleep dust from his eyes as I zip up my pants, still covered in my own cum with my ass still adjusting to the plug shoved inside me. "Hey, sleepy head, hungry?" My voice comes out hoarse and strained.

He eyes me up and down. He smiles cheekily when his gaze drops to the floor between my feet. I follow his eyes with mine and my cum is very visible against the brown wood floor. He licks his lips. "Very, but it looks like someone already started without me."

I laugh, shaking my head and grab the bag of food next to me with the deli's name on the front. "I meant for sandwiches."

His gaze shifts between my rumpled clothes and the food in my hand. "What sandwiches? I wasn"t aware we were talking about food."

"Always such a dirty boy. Did you want to lick my cum up, baby?"

"No." His words don"t match his eyes or the actions of his mouth as his pink tongue sticks out between his lips.

"Go ahead, mi amor. Get down on all fours and wipe the mess away with your tongue."

"The floor is dirty."

"So dirty. A dirty floor for a dirty boy. How about you make it clean again."

He nods, taking a few steps toward me. I shake my head. "Crawl to it."

His knees hit the floor and he crawls forward with his cheeks flushing red. His humiliation is clear and so is the satisfaction in his lit up eyes. His tongue comes in contact with the floor and laps up every drop of cum near my feet. His soft hums are beautiful and so is his eagerness to please me. The need vibrates off his body, as he licks up the last drop with half lidded eyes. He rubs his head on the lower part of leg. "Thank you."

"For what, my love?"

His beautiful amber eyes beam up at me, flickering like violent flames. "For giving me what I need."

I kneel down, running my fingers through his damp hair. "I always will."