Page 57 of Beg for Death
"Sir?"
I turned to the pharmacist. He spoke Spanish quickly, and I nodded along. When I didn't have any questions, he bagged up the medicine and handed them off to me. I jogged back across the street. The smell of venders’ food filled the air, and I knew I'd be buying Felix a raspado before we went home. He loved the shaved ice in Mexico; it was becoming his regular treat for behaving.
"Ready?" I asked as I slung an arm around his shoulders.
He giggled and leaned against me. "Yes, Daddy!" he said happily.
"Say it right." I grinned.
"Sí, Papi."
Good fucking boy.
I growled and he laughed even harder. We trailed up to the cashier and he laid everything down. Once it was all rung up, I passed the cashier my card. The name Mateo Garcia was etched into it. As I passed it over, the sun glinted off the ring on my left finger. I glanced at Felix's matching gold one.
Our wedding had been on a random Tuesday in a little office, the I do's whispered between us at night when we fucked until the sun came up. Just thinking about it made me want to wrap my hand around his neck and squeeze. I desperately wanted to see his eyes roll into the back of his head, watch as his toes curled, and he gaspeddaddywhile he let me wring out every drop of air before I let him breathe and he thanked me for letting him keep his life.
But of course I would. I always would. Felix had lost his right to die when he said he loved me. From now on, there was only the two of us. Nobody else mattered. Anyone else? I could and would kill them without blinking an eye. But Felix? He was special.
My everything.
"Here you go," the woman behind the counter said as she passed over bags.
Felix tried to take them, and I slapped his hands. Instead, I stuck his medicine in one and picked them up. He laughed, pushing his arm through mine as we headed out of the store.
"I can carry things too, you know," he said.
"No, you can't," I grunted. "Don't argue."
"Yes, Daddy," he said, batting those long eyelashes up at me. "Whatever you say."
I stared down at him. "Swear you have a death wish," I grumbled.
"Nah," he said."Sólo quiero que me folles."Just really want you to fuck me.
I stopped and stared at him harder. "Excuse me?"
He giggled. "I told you I've been studying my Spanish!"
"And that's what you learned to say?" I asked, incredulous and turned on all at once. "The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Oh, just so much." He laughed as he leaned his head against me. "And you're stuck with me now, so no refunds."
I snorted. "Issues. Come on, let's go home."
"Hmm," he hummed in approval. "Yes, I'm so ready for air conditioning, TV, and you."
"You'll be getting two out of three of those things," I mumbled. "TV stays off. Your screams are way better than whatever bullshit is on."
Felix shivered all over. I loved the way he responded to me, as if he couldn't get enough of a thing I said. Of what I did. Of how I loved him.
"I love you," I muttered after we slid into the car and he had his shaved ice.
Felix stopped mid-lick. "Oh god." He grinned, the stretch of his lips wide. "I love you too."
"Of course you do," I said. "Not like you have a choice."
He sighed happily. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Daddy."
As I drove off, my hand wrapped around one of his thick, perfect thighs, and my heart pounded in my chest. Prison, Jasper, all of the loneliness and sadness that had plagued my life? They all seemed like distant memories. In front of me was a man that loved me unconditionally, who would live for me, die for me, and even watch me kill.
I wasn't sure how I got so damn lucky, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
