Date = 27 June
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
POV – Enrique
WARNING sex scene!!!
“Are you hungry?” I ask, trying desperately to cut through the uncomfortable edge hanging in the air. Why this girl has the ability to make me suffering from a chronic tummy ache, for one, I’m not sure … but I have an idea. I’m in … I’ve fallen for her. And I want her in my life. Forever.
First, I need to fix my mistakes. Even though I did it to keep her safe, I know I hurt her. And, after everything, she was still put in harms way. Maybe if I haven’t pushed her away, I would have been there to protect her … like I’m supposed to.
I walk to the small kitchen, where the bacon and mushroom omelets are sitting cold on the room service trolley. I had it delivered earlier, but Aria was still asleep from the sedative the medic gave her on the scene. She was having a full on panic attack when she woke up at the warehouse.
The whole pregnancy issue, the way I put her down, the fact that I wasn’t around when she needed me, what she went through because of me … nothing of this counts in my favor. I’m a real dick. I’ll need more than a sincere apology to fix what I broke. But I could start with asking her to forgive me … and tell her how I feel about her.
I open my mouth … but the words seem to get stuck in my throat.
She follows with slow sexy strides and the sensual way her breasts move beneath that flimsy top dries my mouth and my mind wanders straight down to stiffen things up. Shit. She must think I’m such a pervert. This is not the way to do it. I need her to take me seriously. I try to focus on her face.
“Aria, I’m really sorry … ” I start but she puts her fingers against my lips, keeping me from finishing my apology.
“Shh,” she whispers, sliding one finger into my mouth, the other hand traveling down my body. I was already so hot and ready that when she feathered her fingers along my shaft to cup my balls, I almost toppled right over the edge. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel myself inside her.
Somehow, within mere seconds, I remove her top, my hand under the band of her panties. She moans and raises her hips as I work a finger against her slick seam; the tips of her nipples rubbing against my chest. I watch as they harden. Fuck she’s beautiful. I nuzzle against her, my lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing my way to her earlobe.
“Ooh,” she sighs. That’s it. I’ve lost it.
Reaching out, I move my hands to cup her ass and pick her up. Her legs automatically wrap around my hips. I make my way to the bed, but it’s more difficult than it should have been. Aria is thoroughly distracting with her hand massaging my testicles and her tongue dancing in my mouth.
I drop her on the bed, removing my undies in one masterly move, and circle my hand around the base of my length, stroking myself from base to tip. Aria clenches her thighs together, squirming on the bed, her green eyes watching me with eager anticipation. Her skin flushes and she licks her lips. I wonder if she realizes just how adorably sexy she is right now.
I drag in shallow breath after shallow breath. I can’t wait anymore.
“Take your panties off,” I order as my heart races to an impending arrest. She blushes but leans back, lift her hips and slip the thin material down her thighs. Each movement hardening my dick in my hand even more. She drops the scrap of material on the floor.
My gaze slide over her in a slow perusal that increases my heart rate to a critical state.
“Open up.” Her flush deepens, but she obeys once more, spreading her legs. Fucking hell. Now that’s a voodoo pussy, for sure. One I can fuck forever and ever. My hand instinctively slides over my length again. And I’m ready to do just that.
I put my knees on the bed, cradling her between my thighs. I lean over and take a SKYN from the drawer, ripping it open with my teeth. Aria lies motionless below me, her hands on my hips; a molten gaze on what I’m doing.
I place my hand on the pillow next to her head, lowering myself between her legs.
“Hell,” she cries out when I playfully bite her nipple. My stomach hollow as my intestines make some crazy turns. I bring my lips to hers and slip into her wetness. She gasps into my mouth. I lift myself up to look into her eyes; shifting my weight onto one arm I move my hips forward.
She whimpers and digs her nails into my back; tilting her hips and we both groan.
“Fuck, Aria, you’re so perfect,” I growl against her ear. She moves again and I let her set the pace even though it feels as if I’m going to combust. And then my restraint breaks.
“You’re driving me crazy, Fairy-girl,” I rasp, “I need to go deeper.” And I do.
I thrust deeper, harder; feeling how I’m losing control; like every time I’m with her. Each plunge drives up the potency until I’m working her at a feverish pace, her breathing like music in my ear. She wraps her legs around me, taking me to the hilt. I move faster, grinding my hips against hers. I’m close. She’s close.
I put my mouth on hers and smother the cry I generated from deep inside her as she releases. She spasms under me, her legs tightening around me as waves of pleasure rolls through her; her eyes like burning jewels.
I lift unto my knees and take her hips, powering into her, heightening her sensation … and mine. My muscles flex as I take her once more. Her head boots back and she screams.
“Sport!”
I bite on my lip. This is too much. I thrust once, twice. My body shudders.
“Yessss.” I cum quickly, losing all reason as I explode inside her. Reminding her that she’s mine. This is more than sex. This is real. This is love … that word. I can easily say it in another context … but when it comes to those three words … I can’t even think it.
I fall forward onto her. For a long time I can’t move; my body limp and useless.
Her hands softly stroke down my back to find and trace the tiny new scars. I know she knows I’m the one that donated … but I don’t want to talk to her about it right now, so I roll over. She curls herself against my chest and says, “I missed you!” in a happily surprised voice still laced with the husky traces of satisfying sex. She punches me lightly on the chest with a balled fist. I remove the condom and drop it on the floor. I’ll discard it later.
“I missed you too,” I say with a big grin. I swear my face is going to ache from smiling so much. I pull the sheet over us and for a while we lay like that, enjoying each other’s body heat in silence, then she moves her hand slowly over my torso.
“Sport, can you tell me what happened,” she says softly, “I mean … how you found us … ”
I bite my lip. I don’t want her to panic again … I don’t want her to worry … but I should tell her at least about Amanda. Maybe not in detail though …
“Eh … there’s not much to tell … someone send us the location … so we went there and found you,” I start, choosing my words carefully while staring at the ceiling.
“What about Amanda?” she asks the difficult question. “Is her baby alright?”
“Mm,” I mumble, not sure how to start, so I just say it openly. “Aria, Amanda is dead. We only found her body.” She jolts up and I look at her shocked face.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize, not sure why. It’s not as if I killed her. She throws her arms around me, pulling me into a hug.
“It must have been hard for you,” she mumbles against my chest. Hard? It was hard to see Aria like that.
“to see her body,” she continues. Wait … she thinks the hard part was seeing Amanda.
“Why? It’s not as if I loved her.” I tell the truth.
She let’s go; now holding my shoulders while looking straight into my eyes.
“She’s still someone you knew … someone you were intimate with … ” she says looking confused.
“Nope, not that hard.” It wasn’t the first body I’ve seen. “I didn’t even like her. I never did. She was just another pretty girl … like all the rest I’ve … been intimate with” I use her words, “It was just sex. A body to use. Nothing more.”
Aria seems shocked. She stares at my face for a moment then jump out of bed, pulling the sheet with her to cover her nakedness. Did I say something wrong?
“Am I also just a body to you?” What? Hell no. I also jump up, not even bothering to cover up.
“No!” I almost shout. “You’re different!” Way different. “I … eh …” I start but can’t say it out loud. Not in that exact order. I can say each word separately. You and I. Even love. I just can’t put it together. She waits for me to continue. I can’t. I fucking can’t say it.
“I … I like you … ” I say instead.
“You LIKE me.” When she says it like that it just sounds wrong. Fuck.
“Good to know.” She struts into the bathroom. I put on my jock and walk out onto the balcony. I fucked everything up again. The sunlight reflects brightly of the ocean and I blink at the vivid sharpness of it. I have to tell her. I have to make her understand how I feel about her. When she comes out, I’ll explain everything.
My phone beeps on the bedside table. I sigh and walk back inside; pick up my phone and open the message. It’s a new group … but weirdly it’s an unknown number.
Unknown: Hi boys. We’re all part of a little group now. I’m letting you know that each of you will suffer. You will all get a turn. An impossible choice to make. I know who each of you love. It can be a parent, a sister, a brother, a lover. I’m not picky. Let the games begin.
What is going on? How can he make a group on our phones? These guys are not kidding around, and knowing they’re working with The Circle … they definitely have the resources and money to play in the big leagues. Another message comes through – first a photo of what seems to be a very pissed off Lee sitting on a chair holding today’s newspaper, then a message.
Unknown: Let’s start with Jackson … here’s your choice … must I kill little Lee like I did with Amanda … or should I sell Lee as a sex slave to my customers? You have an hour to respond. Tick-tock tick-tock Bruiser.
Holy fucking flower bats! My legs give in and I sit down on the bed, my eyes still stuck on the screen. I slowly read the messages again. These people are seriously not playing around. We’ll need to do something. And fast.
What if it’s my turn and they take Aria … or Leyla? I can’t risk that. I need to keep them safe. Aria has to understand the gravity of the situation. I get up and knock on the bathroom door.
“Aria, come out,” I say harshly, “I need to tell you something.” She opens the door and walks past me to go sit on the sofa outside. She’s now wearing one of my T-shirts … but I know she’s naked underneath. I follow her, trying to bypass the erection forming uncontrollably. Fuck, this woman cursed me … badly. She turns and looks at me expectantly as soon as I sit down next to her.
“Aria,” I say, “these people that kidnapped you … they’re not playing around. I need you to be careful.” I look into her eyes. They are bright and shiny as if she’s been crying. Fuck. I keep on hurting her. I’m such an asshole. And she’s in all this mess because of me.
“Promise me you won’t go anywhere without me or a bodyguard until this is all over,” I’m pleading over here. She takes a deep breath and turns her head to stare at the ocean. The wind softly blows through her hair.
“They sent us a text.” I read her a part of the first message from my phone … not everything. She doesn’t need to know all the graphic detail. Just enough to understand the gravity of it all. She goes white and bites her lip. It feels like hours that pass before she speaks.
“Enrique, I think it would be best if we don’t see each other from now on. I’m going to focus on getting Leyla on her feet and my new job.” She’s looking out again.
“Aria, staying away from you didn’t work … they still kidnapped you. Maybe if I stay with you … I can keep you safe this time.” I’m hoping she would see through the words how I feel. She looks at me with a sad face.
“Enrique, I’m tired. I can’t do this. I’m not as brave as Mel. Being around you is not good for me. And what if they get to Leyla. She won’t survive. And right now my sister is the most important thing.” I know she’s right, but my heart aches with a pain so severe I’ve never experienced anything like that before.
“I understand,” I say after a brief moment of trying to get my shit together. “I won’t bother you, but you have to promise me you won’t go anywhere without your guard.” She nods to agree. “And you’ll stay in my house … for Leyla …” She turns to face me now.
“I will,” she says softly, “but I insist on paying rent.” I nod, knowing from the expression on her face that it’s not debatable. I’ll just figure out a way to pay it back somehow without her knowing. She gets up and place a light kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks for everything, Sport,” her voice breaks, and I realize that I still don’t know the meaning of the name. “And promise me that you’ll be safe too.”
“I promise,” I squeak.
“Can I borrow some clothes?” I nod, not trusting my voice right now. Her phone rings.
“It’s the hospital,” she says with a very worried looking face. My breath hitch. I hold it in. Did something happen to Leyla? She answers quickly.
“Hello.” I watch her face light up. I let out the breath I was holding. It does not seem to be bad news.
“Really?”
“Thank you. Bye.” She ends the call.
“Brian woke up,” she says giving me a little smile. I drink it in. It will have to last for a while. Is she happy he’s awake? Does she maybe like him?
She walks away, leaving my insides broken and bruised. I stay sitting on the sofa, staring unseeing into the distance, my mind and heart in serious contradiction. My heart tells me to run after her. Although I’m on his side, I know my mind is right – I have to let her go.
“Hey, bro,” Logan breaks through my thoughts, rushing through the door. “Jackson completely lost it,” he yells forcing me to focus on him. “He’s gone.”
“Gone where?” I get up and go into the room.
“Don’t know … he just up and left with Uncle Alex. Axel is following them. I don’t know why he cares so much about that little dude. It’s not like him.”
“I can’t answer that. He said it’s complicated.” The air still smells like sex and Aria. I take a deep whiff and sigh sadly. “Love, it seems, always is.” I pick up the pillow Aria was sleeping on and sniff it.
“Fuck … who am I talking to … ” Logan throws his hands into the air, “you’re in fucking la-la-land.” He storms out of the room. I really don’t know what’s going on with my twin. What I do know is that there’s a war coming, a big one. One where we might just lose some of our loved ones. However, I can’t lose Aria. But for now, I’ll keep an eye on her from the shadows, giving her some time to recuperate.