Page 31 of Cartel Viper (The Cartel Brotherhood #2)

Chapter Sixteen

Maddy

I fought the temptation to stay in the hallway and put my ear to the door.

I want to know what’s happening because I’m scared Javi will decide we need to go back to the city.

I won’t feel as safe there as I do here.

I know Javi will ultimately decide, and I’m fine with that.

I’m just tired of feeling like life is happening to me.

I’ve felt so out of control for the past month while also feeling like I’ve had more control than in the past two years.

The conflicting emotions are exhausting.

I trust Javi, so I made myself put one foot in front of the other until I arrived in the kitchen.

I’m making pasta since there are several boxes and jars of sauce.

It’s easy and fast, so we can have something quick if we’re going to leave.

I’m lost in thought as I mix the sauce in with the noodles.

I nearly jump out of my skin when Javi slides his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck.

“Did you find what you need?”

“Yes. There’s plenty here. I made something simple in case we’re pressed for time.”

“We aren’t. Jorge and Joaquin are coming out here. They’ll take the helicopter, so no one can follow them. I trust the men here, but not like the men in my family. Pablo wants to talk to you.”

I stiffen before I turn in Javi’s arms. “Why?”

“I don’t know. Tío said he did. You can call from my phone.”

“What do I say if he asks questions about Drew? What do you want him to know?”

“That’s up to you, Maddy. I won’t dictate what you can say to the men in my family since it’s best if they know as much of the truth as you can tell.”

“And if he asks why I went to you instead of him or Enrique?”

“Tell him the truth.”

“I can’t tell him the entire truth. I won’t say, ‘I’ve never wanted to fuck you, but I can’t wait to jump your cousin’s bones again.’”

I grin, and he pins me against the counter as he kisses my neck down to my collar bone and squeezes my left breast. He trails his lips back up my throat until he gets to my jaw, kissing along it until he nips my earlobe.

Pablo who?

I want nothing more than another round of what we did in the bath. Shower sex, pool sex, ocean sex. The water made it more erotic than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Javi is hands down the sexiest man I’ve ever been with. I’m insatiable.

I have a loose shirt on with buttons that run halfway down.

He unfastens them and tugs my bra out of the way.

Then he alternates tits as he sucks and licks.

I lean back to make it easier, my right hand bracing me as my left clutches his shoulder.

I don’t know if I’m hanging on for dear life or making sure he can’t get away.

I’m unprepared for him to wrap his hands around my waist and hoist me in the air, suspending me in place.

“Pull your shorts down.”

I unfasten them and hurry to obey, though it tempts part of me to disobey or just move slowly to see how he punishes me.

But I know my ass can’t take much more. The bath helped soothe the skin, but it’s definitely sore.

I push them down and kick them off. He carefully places me on the counter, knowing I have no cushioning against the hard surface.

He presses my knees apart before drawing me to the edge.

He squats as he kisses along my left inner thigh until he gets to my vag.

His tongue does magical things as he licks the length of my pussy lips then swirls his tongue over my clit.

He presses the tip into me before wrapping his lips around my clit.

He sucks while licking back and forth, and I want to squirm.

His hands pin me in place. I get what he offers, and he decides what that is.

He’s completely in control of pleasuring me.

He’ll deny me if he wants, just to intensify my need then the satisfaction when he lets me come.

When his tongue flicks my clit over and over, I use the cabinet behind me to hold me up. I’d melt into a gooey puddle of lust if it wasn’t there. He keeps working me, and I feel the ache in my pussy growing into a burn. I want him so badly it’s almost painful being empty.

“Javi, please. I need you.”

He obliges—partly. He thrusts three fingers into me as I tilt my hips farther forward. It feels amazing, but what I need is his cock. I need to know he’s inside me, but I also need the sensations only a dick can give. Fingers are great, but they’re not enough.

“Javi, I need more. I need you .”

He doesn’t stop fingering me or sucking my clit, but he looks up at me.

He must see my frustration because his brow furrows.

His mouth lets go, and he withdraws his fingers, sucking them with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

He lifts me off the counter and carries me to the kitchen table.

He pushes down his shorts, and I love that he’s going commando.

I reach over my head to grab the far edge as his fingers press into my ass, and he thrusts into me.

“Javi!”

“ Sí, chiquita .”

“Fuck. You feel so good. Hard, Daddy.”

He grunts as he plows into me. He loves hearing that word as much as I love saying it.

It’s proof I trust him. That I surrender to him and will let him take care of me and protect me.

It doesn’t mean I can’t do things for myself.

It doesn’t make me a child. It doesn’t make me subservient to him. It makes me free.

“Fuck, Maddy. I’m going to come too fast.”

“I want to make you come.”

I Kegel as hard as I can every time he bottoms out inside me. He leans over me, pressing his chest to mine as our gazes lock. I’m entirely entranced. I’d do anything he told me right now. Not out of fear. Not to keep the peace. The excitement is intoxicating, and I want him to feel it too.

“Keep doing what you’re doing, and I will. Are you close?”

“Yeah. Keep going.”

He supports his weight on his elbows as his hands wrap around mine.

I splay my fingers so we can intertwine them.

I pull my feet up to the edge of the table—I think for a moment how unhygienic that is, but then again, we’re having sex where people eat—and use it for leverage.

My hips rise and fall in rhythm with his as he grinds against my clit.

My eyes droop closed for a moment, not because I don’t want to watch every moment but from sensory overload.

I need a moment to focus on just what I feel, not what I see and hear.

When I’m ready to handle it all again, I open my eyes.

Javi’s expression is so intense, but I can tell his focus is entirely on me.

He’s observing me, gauging what I need and want, doing his best to please me.

My heart’s pounding from exertion, but it expands with a depth of feeling I’m not ready for.

I want him to be my future, but I’m not ready to fall in love again.

This is a marathon, not a sprint. Yet my mind and body are on a mad dash to the finish so I can claim my happily ever after.

I push my thoughts away from that since the only finish line I want is where I win an orgasm.

I’d love it to be a tie and come with Javi.

He lets go of my right hand and pulls back enough to bring his tongue to my nipple.

He wraps it around the puckered flesh, toying with it.

He flicks it just as he did my clit before practically swallowing my breast. I used to be a solid C cup, but with the weight I’ve lost over the last couple years, I’m barely a B without padding.

I’ve wondered how no one’s ever mentioned I’m on the thin side.

It’s made me think I must look better as I am now than I did at the weight I got to through college and when I became a nurse.

I also wear scrubs most days and a lab coat, so those aren’t exactly form fitting.

I noticed my parents and Laura watching me eat at Enrique’s reception, so I think they noticed I’m skinnier.

I feared Javi would find me scrawny, but from the way he can’t stop sucking my nipple and touching every part of me he can reach, I think he likes what he found.

“Maddy, are you close? I can’t wait much longer.”

I let go of his hand and move mine to grasp his hips. I press on the grooves, encouraging him to thrust and stay in me. I grind against him and feel the beginning of my orgasm.

“I’m coming, Daddy…I’m coming.”

I arch on the table, and my fingers move to his back as I press into his muscles.

He thrusts four more times before I know he’s there.

He pulses inside me. I’m not certain whether I want to have kids, even if I’ve thought about them with Javi.

But the idea that he could impregnate me as a way to claim me completely is maybe a bit fucked-up but totally hot to me.

“One day, if you want children, I’ll fuck them into you, little girl. There’ll be no way to deny you’re mine when our child grows inside you. No one will doubt you belong to me, and I belong to you.”

Fucking mind reader!

I observe him, trying to figure out if that was entirely dirty talk or whether he meant it.

I think it’s the latter. I think he’d never push me into having children if I didn’t want them, but if I did, he’d keep me barefoot and pregnant if that’s what I asked for.

I also think he’d be deeply involved in his children’s lives since he lost his father so young.

“Yes, Daddy.”