The Vargas Cartel Trilogy (Vargas Cartel #1-3)(141)

“See,” I said as lowered her slowly, watching until I disappeared inside of her. I felt like I was home again. No matter what happened she’d always belong to me and I’d belong to her.

A shaky exhalation whizzed through her lips, and I held my breath trying to control the need to claim her like a man possessed. I counted the seconds, giving her time to get used to me.

One.

Two.

Three.

And then, her walls clenched around my shaft, and my entire body shuddered. I didn’t even need to move to be on the verge of exploding. Fuck it. I bucked my hips up and down in time with her, and her breasts bounced. I clenched my jaw, trying to stave off the lust roaring like a ball of fire through my body.

My hands bit into her hips, and we rolled together. Water splashed over the rim of the tub. Her golden skin flushed pink. Her nipples hardened into tight raspberry buds that made my mouth water. Our jagged breaths echoed off the marble tiles.

Her body undulated as my fingers dug into her hips. I gave her everything I had. Going slow wasn’t an option. I forced us higher and higher until it felt like we were flying in a blur of bliss. Pleasure built at the base of my spine and static buzzed in my ears. I desperately needed to come, but I wouldn’t go without her. If this was our last time together, I wanted her to remember it.

I reached between her legs, rubbing energetic circles on her clit. Her movements became frenzied. Then, her muscles tensed, and a scream tore from her lips. I couldn’t stop my orgasm if someone had a gun pressed to my head. My muscles knotted, and I tipped over the edge with her. Satisfaction mixed with the emotional pain of goodbye ripped down my spine. My groans wrapped around her pleasure-laced cries.

When our orgasms faded, I lifted her out of the tub and carried her back to my bed.

I tucked her damp hair behind her ears. “Now you can sleep.”

Smiling lazily, her hand clamped around my waist. “Stay until I fall asleep. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I need you.”

My heart squeezed and despite my better judgment, I crawled in next to her. The minute my head hit the pillow, the last five days slammed into me like a wrecking ball. More than ever, I regretted the need to force Hattie out of my life, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to break her heart. I just hoped I’d be able to make it up to her somehow.

I lay quietly, bone deep tiredness claiming my limbs. My body begged me to sleep. I closed my eyes and drew her into my arms, my hard thighs pressing into her back and one arm possessively positioned around her waist. I promised myself I’d do what needed to be done tomorrow. Right now, Hattie was safe, and she was still mine. That’s all that mattered.





Chapter Thirteen




Hattie



The heavy coffee colored wood door to the bedroom opened. The hinges whined.

“Miss Covington, are you awake?” Ignacio asked, peeking inside.

I yanked the sheets up to my neck. “Yes.”

I couldn’t find my suitcase or anything belonging to me, so I put on one of Ryker’s t-shirts about an hour ago. The lack of adequate clothing kept me from roaming the house. I kept thinking Ryker would come to check on me any minute, but he hadn’t.

“Good,” Ignacio said, opening the door fully and walking to the foot of the bed. “Ryker arranged for a doctor to come to my house and check on you.” He pointed toward the opening. “This is Dr. Mendez. He’s a good friend of the family. He’ll take care of you.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek as an older man entered the room, holding a black leather bag in one hand and a gray rectangular case in the other. “Nice to meet you.” The doctor smiled, revealing intricate webs lining the corners of his eyes.

“Mucho gusto,” he answered with a quick nod of his head.

Ignacio shifted on his feet. “I don’t anticipate any language issues. Dr. Mendez speaks English, but I can stay if you’d like.”

Heat flooded my face, and my stomach flipped. I didn’t know if Ryker told him about the pregnancy, but I didn’t want him to find out this way. “No. I think I’ll be okay.”

“All right.” Ignacio’s shoes clipped over the tiled floor as he walked toward the door.

“Wait.” I sat up and rested my elbows on my knees. “Can you send Ryker in? He’d want to be here.”

Rubbing his hand along his jaw, his eyes met mine, then flicked away just as quickly. “He’s not here right now.”

“Oh.” My stomach plummeted, and my fingers curled into the creamy white sheets until they strangled the circulation to my fingers. One more twist and I’d rip a hole in them. “Can you call him? I’d feel more comfortable if he were here. I’d do it myself, but I don’t have a phone. I lost it when everything happened. Is there a phone in…?” My voice trailed off, and I licked my lower lip.

I was rambling. Ignacio knew it. I knew it. The freaking doctor knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself. I felt like one of those colorful betta fish alone in a glass bowl. Both of them stared at me like I was about to snap. Maybe I was.

“He told me to tell you he’d be unavailable for the majority of the day. He said he’ll catch up with you tonight sometime.”

I blinked repeatedly as I struggled to fend off the tears burning in the corners of my eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”