When she came for me, I groaned with pleasure, my cock pressing against her wet skin while I kissed her all the way through it and my need for her grew uncontrollable.
I moved my hand from her core, sliding it down her outer thigh and hooking my fingers under her knee.
I lifted that leg from the floor and pushed it wide, bearing her to me as I ducked down enough to make up for the difference in our heights, until I felt my cock pressing to the centre of her.
I hesitated there, right on the edge of oblivion, my fear of my own power and lack of control holding me back even as my desire built to an unbearable level.
“I need you, Mateo,” Brooklyn begged. “I need you.”
I could no sooner deny this goddess of mine than I could deny the rising of the sun and before I had the chance to question it any further, I was sinking deep inside her and making her moan for me, my cock driving in all the way to the base. The perfection of her pussy wrapping tight around my shaft had me panting, and I looked into her eyes as I rocked back, before slowly sinking in again, every second of this luxurious torment begging me for more.
Brooklyn wound her arms around my neck and I took hold of her other knee, hoisting her all the way into my arms and pressing her back to the wall as I sank into her again, the water crashing down on us and making it feel as if we were lost within our own private storm.
I groaned her name as I drew out even slower than before than sank back in again, loving the way her muscles tensed and relaxed around me in time with my movements.
I’d never felt anything like it, this slow and torturous pleasure which made my limbs tremble and my entire body shake with need.
“Fuck,” I gasped as I drove myself into her again, her pussy gripping me tightly while she whimpered with pleasure. “Te amo más que a cualquier otra cosa en este mundo.”
“I could eat a pineapple too,” Brooklyn gasped and I couldn’t help but laugh, an honest to shit smile on my face as I held her in my arms and fucked her sweetly and slowly, relishing the feeling of us joining together and building to a high unlike anything I had ever even thought to claim before.
My muscles tensed as my climax built within me and I swallowed thickly as I realised that I had managed to seize this piece of solace without even a hint of violence linked to it.
Brooklyn’s grip on me tightened as she began to come for me and she reared up to capture my lips once more. I fell into the feeling of her body owning mine and came too, a low groan passing between my mouth and hers as I thrust in deep and filled her with my seed.
Our kiss grew slower, headier and more blissful as I held her in my arms like that, my heart thrashing to a pace that was entirely set by her, my lips murmuring words of adoration and devotion in my native language between strokes of our tongues against one another.
“See, Dead Man?” Brooklyn breathed. “You’re all kinds of free now, demon and all. You don’t ever need to be caged again.”
I smiled at her, unable to help myself and getting lost in the depths of her eyes once more.
“You saved me, chica loca,” I said. “Only you could calm that darkness in me and make it anew the way you have.”
“We saved each other,” she countered. “And now you’re all mine.”
I nodded my agreement as I set her on her feet, forcing myself to release her and remembering what we had to focus on. I needed to get her away from here before the past caught up to me and I was forced to face the reality of the man I’d once been.
We dried quickly and I dressed in a pair of black sweats and a hoody, encouraging Brooklyn to do the same, though she scuttled away and returned wearing a neon pink swimsuit and a pair of lime green leggings, arguing with me over her desire to wear platform heels before finally agreeing to wear sneakers under the promise that I would try some of the things she’d witnessed in the sex club with her once we were safe again.
“We have company!” Niall bellowed from somewhere deeper in the house and I froze, my heart racing as my mind darted over all the possibilities that included. The most likely of which being that we’d already lingered here too long and the cartel had come to finish us off.
I took hold of Brooklyn’s wrist again and tugged her back out of my room, grabbing the bag and bringing it with us while I hurried down the corridor towards Niall who was standing by the front door, surveying the CCTV footage which showed a clear view down the drive.
A lone black Sedan was making its way towards us, a little white flag waving from the driver’s window which had been lowered to allow it.
I swallowed a lump in my throat as Jack lumbered closer, not seeming to have noticed the blood trickling down the side of his face from a fresh wound though he had also showered and changed since the fight.
“Anyone you know?” I asked Niall and he shook his head.
“Nah. That ain’t the Irish and I’m not the type for friends.”
The car parked up a little way from the house and a huge man got out, holding his arms wide and still waving the flag. I frowned, seeing some familiarity in him and yet not quite being able to place him at the same time.
“I know you’re in there, Mateo,” a woman called out, her voice rich with her Mexican accent and recognition struck me then.
“Mierda,” I cursed while the others all looked to me for an answer.
“I just want to talk. We can leave the violence to one side while we exchange a few words, can’t we? I am family after all.”
I swallowed thickly.
“Who is that, lad?” Niall barked, demanding an answer as he twisted a hatchet in his hand.
“My cousin,” I admitted. “Carmen Ortega. She’s fucking deadly. We don’t want to mess with her.”
“I have a grenade launcher I could go get?” Niall suggested but I shook my head.
“She’s a lieutenant in the Castillo Cartel. Her death won’t be forgiven, and I don’t think we want to incur the wrath of the Castillos any more than we already have. I should talk to her.”
“What if she shoots you in the face?” Niall asked, not like he was concerned, more like he was just discussing the weather.
“Then I’ll be ready to kill myself too,” Brooklyn vowed, snatching a gun from Jack’s waistband and flicking the safety off before pressing the barrel beneath her chin.
“Stop that,” Niall barked, yanking it away from her again before glaring at me like that was my fault. “You trust this woman not to kill ya?”
“Tick-tock, Mateo. I’m a busy woman,” Carmen called from outside and I glanced between Brooklyn and the men she’d chosen to surround herself with before nodding.
“She’s true to her word. If she says she wants to talk without violence, then I trust her. Besides, she owes me. I helped her when she needed support in climbing through the ranks of the cartel the way she has. I killed men who opposed her. She was one of the only things in my old life which I lamented leaving behind.”
“Go,” Jack said, agreeing to it and Niall sighed as he nodded, reaching out to unlatch the door for me.
I stepped outside with my mouth drying up, the taste of the past coating my tongue and the fear that all my hard work had come to nothing now. This could easily be it for me. Carmen Ortega may have promised me a conversation without violence, but I had seen her talk men into taking their own lives instead of facing the fate that awaited them at the hands of the Castillo Cartel before.