“The room was booked through K-Corp, so I figured you were related to an employee. When I called a friend to ask them for help in searching for you, he already knew who you were. He gave me your real name and address.”
“And the pregnancy and doctor’s appointment?”
For one of the very few times in my life, I felt unsure and nervous about what to do next. She promised nothing would change the way she felt about me. Ultimately, I decided trust was more important than protecting her from the truth about me.
I didn’t give her every detail, but I told her about the tail I’d put on her and some of the hacking, such as her calendar, and a few other things. Maybe someday I would share about the other places I’d had access to, and the time I spent alone with her when she wasn’t aware I was there. But throwing it all at her at once seemed like a bad idea.
“Ali, from the moment I saw you on that beach, my world revolved around you. You and our family will always come first. You belong to me, and I will do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine.”
I stopped and waited, and the extended silence brought back my nerves. I felt like a teenager working up the courage to ask a girl to a dance for the first time and then having to wait for her answer.
After a minute—a very long fucking minute—she turned in my arms to look up at me. “Seems like you’ve got a real thing for me.”
I stared at her for a beat, then burst into laughter while hugging her tight. “You could put it that way,” I agreed when my guffaws had died down. I looked into her beautiful face and gave her the absolute truth. “I can’t promise to always be rational when it comes to you or our children. I can be a controlling, obsessive, protective asshole sometimes. But no one could ever love you more than I do because this—what we have—it’s amor verdadero. True love.”
Epilogue
Diego
“You’ve brought mi chiquita to see me!” My mother gushed as she scooped Elena out of Allison’s arms and took off in the direction of the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes and dropped our daughter’s diaper bag on the sofa. “What were you saying about not wanting to impose?” I teased Allison.
She was facing the other direction, so I couldn’t see her face, but I heard a tiny sniff. “Ali?” I hurried to her side and turned her around to see her eyes brimming with moisture. Pulling her into my chest, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “Nena, what’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid,” she whispered, followed by another sniff. “I’m just overly emotional right now.”
I knew better than to touch that statement with a ten-foot pole. “Nothing about you is stupid, nena. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I just—I can’t—I’m going to miss—” She stopped suddenly and burst into tears.
I rubbed her back and swayed from side to side, just holding her and letting her emotions run their course. It was my fault anyway.
Allison had been a little moody when she was carrying Elena, but she was all over the place now that she was having another. The doctor said it was probably the hormones from nursing while pregnant.
I hadn’t actually meant to knock her up again so quickly, but fuck...she was an amazing mother, and watching her feed our daughter with her generous milky tits made my mouth water and cock rock hard. And to be honest, I missed seeing her big and round with our baby.
When the doctor gave the all clear, I’d intended to use condoms for a time, but I should have known better. I couldn’t stand anything between us. And after six weeks of living off blow jobs and eating Allison’s pussy, I was dying to be inside her.
Once Elena was asleep that evening, I had literally ripped her clothes from her body and fucked her hard, burying myself as deep as possible in her naked pussy with her silky walls clamped around me. The image of her swollen belly had popped into my head, and I’d exploded, filling her until she was dripping with my come.
We went at it like bunnies for a couple of weeks, every time Elena was napping or during her bouts of sleep at night. Until I saw the bags under Allison’s eyes and realized she wasn’t getting enough rest. The next time she tried to entice me into bed, I told her in no uncertain terms that she was to go to sleep.
She’d given me an innocent look, which was completely ruined when her dimples dug into her cheeks. I shook my head and went to my office to work. Not ten minutes later, she was riding me in my leather chair—a sturdy replacement for the two we had already broken.