I cross my arms over my chest and turn my face away … before I look down again.
Does being shot really hurt this much? I muse to myself as I crouch down and trace his lips. I startle slightly when I realize they’re still warm. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but that wasn’t it.
Licking my lips nervously, I sit on the dirty floor and pick up his head again. I hold it up to eye level and wait. For what, I’m not entirely sure. At least not until I close my eyes and press my lips against his.
I force his mouth open with my tongue, lashing at his playfully, ignoring that he can no longer return the favor.
While we never had sex, there were things that we liked to do each other, and the thought is starting to consume me that this is the last time we’ll ever have the chance.
My breathing becomes erratic as I place his head down long enough to shimmy out of my pants, then panties. Desire is starting to take over me and I tell myself that it’s okay because it’s Pedro.
I lick the tips of my fingers then reach down and begin to finger my clit. I know that if I can just get wet enough for him, then it won’t be so hard to …
I lean my head back against the door, my body beginning to tremble as my fingers start to become slick. When I’m certain it’s more than enough, I place his head between my legs, wedge my two juicy fingers into his lips and force his mouth open again.
Taking a deep breath, I use my sharp nails to gently pull his tongue out as far as it can go, then move his head against my pussy.
I gasp instantly, my body becoming stiff as I begin to rub him against myself.
A gasp escapes me as he brings every fucking nerve I have to life like he has so many times before, and when I can’t take it anymore, I push him away.
Gently positioning him in a way so I can finish, I straddle his head, lower my cunt against his mouth and begin to roll my hips.
It feels better than it did when he was alive because now, he can’t tell me that he’s had enough. And as I clench my teeth together, the closer I get, the more I realize that this secret will be ours to keep and no one will ever know.
Chapter Thirteen
I’ve been leaningagainst my car for the past hour and a half. I waited two days before calling Enzo again, and it took more than the time I’ve been fucking expecting him to show up to agree to this.
He bitched about the long drive from Durango, but I warned him that if he didn’t show, I’d turn myself into my father, and with the act, I’d expose him for the piece of shit he really is.
He finally agreed and we settled on a cantina in Lo de Reyes.
“Behold, La Princesa de Cancio Cartel,” he greets me as he pulls his car into the parking lot. He’s leaning out of his window when he makes his declaration and I have half a mind to punch him in his throat over it.
“Y el Sicario pendejo de Miguel Vargas,” I all but scream back at him.
He rakes a hand back through his hair and chuckles as he motions for me to get out of the way then goes to find a parking spot.
I decide to go into the cantina without waiting for him. The last thing I need is anyone thinking I’m with this cabrón.
A handsome young man greets me at the front door, and I request a table for two in the furthest corner from the entrance he has. After giving me a slightly odd look, he agrees and leads me toward the back of the place.
As soon as I sit down, I glance toward the entrance and wave at Enzo when he waltzes in.
He walks right by the boy like he’s not even there and I can’t help but shake my head.
“You can’t be nice to anyone?” I ask him in disdain as he sits down across from me.
“I’m nice to you,” he remarks with a grin.
“Hardly. Anyway—”
I stop talking instantly when the same boy comes over to hand us menus, then mumbles that our server will be over soon.
“I’ll tip him well,” Enzo says as he reaches for one of the menus and begins to look at the selection.
I smile at him when he steals a glance at me. He’s attempting to gain my approval, and for this small act of kindness, I’ll allow him to have it.