Page 32 of Cartel King

We share a series of brief kisses before we both close our eyes and doze off. It’s only an hour later when I wake, needing to go to the bathroom. I sit up and reach for a t-shirt at the end of my bed.

Most nights I sleep naked, but I changed clothes today, and the t-shirt is still there where I left it. It’s long enough it’ll cover my ass when I stand. I lift it to put it over my head, but I feel Enrique lean around my body, his arm around my waist. I twist to look down at him.

“What are you doing,chiquita?”

“I was just going to go to the bathroom.”

“No, why are you putting on a t-shirt?”

“Because I already told you, I’m not comfortable with you seeing the back of me. I know you did when I went to get condoms. I realized that once I was in the bathroom. That doesn’t mean I want to do it again.”

“Do you know what I saw when I watched you walk away?”

I force myself not to grimace. I’m sure he’s going to say something meant to be reassuring.

“I saw an ass I plan to fuck many, many times, and the first time will be tonight. I saw an ass I want to hold on to, hips I want to grab as I plow you from behind. I saw a muscular, elegant back, shapely legs I love having wrapped around me.”

Shapely? If he means two bratwursts, then I guess that’s the shape he sees.

“Ellie, I know whatever you’re thinking right now isn’t gracious appreciation for sincere compliments. I told you your body belongs to me now. You haven’t said no. I will see and touch whatever part of it I want, and I want to see and touch all of it. There’s no part of you I don’t desire. If I’d found it a turnoff, would I have been so hard when you came back from the bathroom?”

I shake my head.

“Let me enjoy what I already love looking at,chiquita.”

He sits up and kisses my shoulder all the way up my neck. I toss the shirt aside. I muster my courage and stand, but it’s only long enough to turn around and climb back onto the bed.

“I was only going to freshen up.” I wrap my hand around his lengthening cock. “But I don’t think there’ll be much point.”

“There won’t be any point all night. I expect to see it dripping from you. I’m going to keep filling you with my cum. You will know when you finally stand up and walk to that bathroom that I’ve fully claimed you because it’ll drip between your thighs from your little pink pussy to your tight little ass.”

We lie on our sides as we kiss, our hands trailing over each other slowly. He eventually rolls me onto my back and eases into me. What we did earlier wasn’t kinky. It was just rough. This is strictly vanilla. It’s so incredibly gentle and languid it moves me just as much as the first time we had sex only an hour ago. We watch each other throughout, kissing when we can’t hold back.

“Ellie, you’re the only drug I’ve ever taken. I’m already addicted, but I’ll never get enough.”

I cup his jaw and nod. “Same, Enrique.”

We kiss as we come together. We doze off, but this time we wake to his phone ringing. He rolls off the bed and answers it. I don’t speak Spanish but can usually follow along somewhat. But the conversation is moving too fast for me to know what’s going on. I’m not sure if he’s speaking it and hoping I don’t understand, or if that’s just his regular preference.

The only word I recognize is little brother. Will took Spanish in school, and he’d call Steve and Hunt that when he wanted to annoy them.

I don’t bother pulling the sheet over me as he slides his boxer briefs back on then his jeans. He’s about to fasten the button when he hangs up the call. I continue to watch him, saying nothing. I wish he wasn’t leaving, but I won’t ask questions he can’t answer. I won’t complain about him leaving. I’ll just accept what he can offer me because that’s all I can offer him. At least, that’s what I thought at the beginning of tonight. He sits on the edge of the bed beside me.

“You can tell I have to go,chiquita, but believe me this is the last thing I want to do. I don’t want to leave this bed. I don’t want to leave you. But something came up that I need to deal with. I’m not sure how long it’ll take.”

“I got your note, but I didn’t think about it earlier. You already told me you were going out of town, but then you showed up tonight.”

He mulls over what he wants to say, and I’m not sure what his response will be. Will it be the truth or a lie?

“When I wrote that note, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t want you to think I was ghosting you, but I wanted time to find out whether whoever’s across the street was there because of us or some other reason. When I found out a car drove past your place four times by the time I got here, I knew I wouldn’t stay away. But I really have to be away for a while. I don’t know how long it will take, but there’s a good chance I won’t stay in New York. If that’s the case, I want that security detail with you around the clock, Ellie. I want a car parked in your driveway. If you go anywhere, I want at least two men with you.”

I know he won’t budge on this, so I don’t bother arguing. I merely nod. His expression morphs to one of sadness, or maybe that’s guilt.

“I’m okay. I’m not agreeing out of resignation. It’s not like I feel you’re bullying me into this or something. I’m agreeing because it’s the right thing to do, and I don’t want to be any type of distraction or worry when you’re dealing with whatever it is you have to do.”

“Thank you,chiquita. If I’m going to be away for more than a week, it’s because something went really wrong. I’ll send one of my nephews to you. I’ll make sure you know that before anyone shows up at your door. I don’t want to be away from you for that long, but if I have to be, then I want to ensure you’re as protected as can be.”

“I don’t know any of your family, Enrique. I don’t even know your men who’ll camp out in my driveway.”

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