Midnight.
I was parked outside of Sofia’s apartment fresh from getting changed and showered. My thoughts were on hearing my sister over the phone wanting to meet for lunch and tell me something that I already suspected. The thought of her being with a man that was like me, and I thought of as a brother had caused a knot in my stomach. Gael was just as ruthless and only leveled me out when I went too far, but we had many years of drinking, women, and killings between us. Now to see him possibly want to start something with my little sister was unnerving.
I removed the key out of the car, got out and headed into her building. I nodded at the receptionist and security guard. I’d paid them to keep an eye on when she comes and goes. The people that enter the building had all been checked out with a background report. After the shit with Edward I wasn’t taking another chance on something else happening to her until I could convince her to move with me to our new house. I stepped on the elevator, hit the button for her floor as the doors closed and I saw my reflection in the door. I was a man that was relentless and heartless for the past few years until she stepped into my life.
Beep!
The elevator dinged and I got off chuckling at her probably being in bed snoring. I pulled the key I had made out, opened the door, then locked it behind me.
I removed my jacket and kicked my shoes off in the hallway.
Her door was partially open, but her light was off. I slowly eased inside and watched as her chest moved up and down slowly as she lightly snored. I dropped my jeans and t-shirt on the floor only wearing my boxers and pulled the covers back gently admiring her naked frame.
I exhaled a long sigh of contentment. The prolonged anticipation of wanting to be back in her arms, and her sweet, warm sex caused my dick to twitch. I crawled in on the side of her body, and slowly glided my hand down her chest, to her stomach, and thigh. Her eyes blinked slowly, but she didn’t move.
I leaned over and kissed her shoulder.
“Sweetheart,” I whispered, then pressed a kiss behind her ear as she moaned.
“Mmmm... Joaquin,” she faintly said with her eyes closed.
“Baby, I want you to come home.” I trailed my tongue across her shoulder, down her chest to her nipple.
“Ssss...mmmm,” she moaned.
“I miss tasting you.”
“Ughhh…” she cried out with her eyes still closed.
“Can I taste you baby?” I asked as I dipped my index finger in her fat, wet sex.
“Arhghh...fuck...Yes, Joaquin.” She opened her legs wider.
Her eyes popped open. The sound of her voice affected me deeply, each time I saw her the pull was stronger. My fingers softly caressed her body as I sealed my mouth over hers.
“Mmmmmm…” I groaned and pushed my boxers down lower as her arms wrapped around my neck.
“Yes...Yes…” Sofia cried out as I eased in at a slow pace. I hadn’t been with her since before the incident or any woman because no one else could cause this deep longing and feeling of happiness. She folded one leg over my back, and I bent at the knees, with my head back as I thrusted my hips forward.
“Ughhh...fuck,” I murmured, grabbing the top of the comforter with my right hand. Beads of sweat popped out on my forehead. Her soft curves molded to the contours of my lean body.
I watched her carefully from the corner of my eyes.
“Joaquin,” she called out.
“Shushhh.”
I captured her mouth in a slow, affectionate kiss. She clutched at my arms, pulled me in closer as I pushed in deeper.
“Ohhh...God.”
“I love you, Sofia. Sweetheart, you’re my wife,” I said as I dipped my head down to taste her nipples again. I felt a primal ownership now; a deep powerful surge started to explode. My strokes became erratic, as she ground her pelvis against my groin.
“Yeah...Tell me again,” she demanded as she ran her long nails up my chest. My knee nudged her legs wider as wetness seeped out and I let out a raw groan as our thrusts became rhythmic. Her pussy squeezed my dick and I had to pull out fast before I came too early and taste her. I was rock hard as I sucked on her clit and the dam of her release broke in a frenzy of need and desire.
“Baby...Joaquin...Ahhh,” Sofia cried out.
“Move in with me.” I smacked her gently on the ass. She grabbed the tip of my head and ground herself against my tongue.
“Joaquin.”
“Move in with me, sweetheart, you’ll have this every night.” I grazed against her sensitive center as she shivered in my hold. I pushed back inside picked up my pace, drove faster, hearing our groans and cries of pleasure until she came and cried out my name. A second later my dick swelled and I released inside of her feeling worn out and exhausted. I fell on top of her, kissed all over her face and lips.
“Move in with me please, baby.”
“Okay,” she responded and fell back to sleep. I smirked hearing her snores and fell to the side of the bed and pulled the covers up, wrapping her under my arms. We both had a lot to talk about in the morning and hopefully this wasn’t just sex for her. I planned on making her my wife officially with the Fuertes last name.
I got up extra early to have breakfast delivered and coffee ready to keep her from running out and avoiding the conversation. I had pancakes, waffles, eggs, fruit, and toast, with juice and oatmeal if she didn’t want a big meal. I showered in the guest room as not to wake her up. I cut the toast in half and grabbed the butter to put on the table.
“Morning,” I said as I stared at the most beautiful angel that had a harsh grimace on her face.
“What happened to space, Joaquin?” Sofia mentioned, wearing only my t-shirt that I had left here a few months back.
“You look good in my shirt. I was wondered where I left it.”
“Don’t change the subject. I want my key back.”
“That’s fine, let the landlord know you’ll give your notice today,” I replied as I poured orange juice in a glass, and held it out for her.
“I’m not moving.”
“Yes you are,” I said.
“Did you find Ciro and Edward?” she questioned.
“I did, but I wanted you to move in even before this happened.”
I dropped the spatula, strolled over, and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“Last night you agreed, sweetheart.” I kissed the nape of her neck.
“I was in the heat of the moment.”
I sighed, pressed my forehead against hers.
“I love you and being apart has only caused problems.”
“For me or you?” she asked as she peered up into my eyes.
“Me, I need you and not being able to see you, talk to you is not good for my heart.”
“I thought you didn’t do love, this was just a fling,” she spoke before she stepped out of my hold.
“What are you saying?”
“Are you really in love with me or is this just about in-house pussy?” she probed, took a bite of the toast and sat down.
“If it was just about sex, do you think I would buy a house?”
She choked on the orange juice and I patted her back.
“Hold up, you bought a house? When?”
“It was going to be a surprise during the boat trip, but things went off plan.”
“What about kids? We didn’t use protection last night,” she asked.
“I want children with you.”
“Did you kill Edward and Ciro?” she questioned.
“That’s something you don’t have to worry about.”
“For us to move forward I need you to be honest with me.”
“I took care of our problems, that’s all you need to know.”
“Monica?”
“A faded memory.” I pushed my chair next to hers and started to fill my plate with food.
“What do your parents think about this?”
“Sweetheart, you ask too many questions,” I said, and kissed the top of her nose.
“Where is the house located?” she asked.
“New Jersey in a gated community and you’ll have a car driving you around.”
“I have to go back on set in a few days with Dante.”
“I understand, my men won’t cause a problem.”
“I haven’t agreed to anything yet. This doesn’t mean I’m going to fall back into your charms,” she spat as she rolled her eyes.
“Would you like some more convincing?” I teased, as I pinched her nipple through the shirt.
“No, you're on probation.”
“What!” I shouted and she bent over laughing.
I grabbed her up and carried her to the couch and tickled her stomach and side.
“Okay, okay. I’ll move in, but you have to meet with my parents for dinner soon,” Sofia explained and I agreed with a kiss.
“My sister wants to hang out. Can you meet with her for lunch or something?” I said while I pushed a piece of hair out of her face.
“I knew she was back and in school, we made plans to have lunch.”
“When were you going to tell me?”
“I didn’t think I needed to tell you. Everywhere I go your men follow.”
“For your protection, baby.”
“Is Antonio like this with Sabrina?” she asked.
“Like what?”
“Crazy, possessive, arrogant, bossy,” she rattled off.
“Is that your description of me?”
“What would you call it?” she replied as she eased her hands up my chest.
“I would say a man that was so struck by your intelligence, beauty, and confidence that he needed to know everything about her.”
“What conclusion did you come up with?”
“Love.”
“Love doesn’t hurt, Joaquin.”
“My love is pure, Sofia, but it can be dangerous when someone hurts what I love.”
“Has the Cartel ruined you?”
“How is your music coming along?” I questioned to change the subject.
“I need to set up studio time with Chauncey, mostly been working on modeling for now.”
“You're a natural.”
“Thank you.”
“Let's finish breakfast and then you can tell me all about the music and acting.”
“I’m not hungry anymore,” Sofia spoke.
“You want to go see the house?” I asked.
She shook her head no and slid her palm further down in my boxers.