Page 86 of The Coldest: Stay Dangerous Part 2

I nod, closing my eyes when he kisses my forehead.

“Get in.” He pulls the backseat door open wider and helps me inside. Buckling me in, he kisses my cheek before closing the door.

Rico’s not not affectionate, but something about this feels more than a goodbye. It feels like he’s letting himself be free. And while butterflies erupt in my tummy, I hate the possibility this is only because in a few hours, I’ll be out of his hair.

After a delicious breakfast at the San Pedro resort, we amble into town and end up at a tattoo shop. One of his cousins operates it, and when I cut my eyes to Rico, the cousin laughs, and tells me in broken English that he’s never pierced his family.

“We’re here for tattoos, anyway,” Rico chuckles.

Miele bounces from foot to foot. “Matching tattoos, Guillermo! All four of us! A palm tree! I’m going first.”

“You’re gonna get a tattoo?”

Rico curls his arm around my neck and I melt into his side. “Miele’s been asking for one for years. I gotta get one for her first before I get the one I really want.”

“What do you want?” I ask, biting my lip.

But he just winks at me before turning back to Guillermo. “Palm trees for all of us. Don’t let Miele talk you into shit else. Me and Snow finna come back and then we prolly gonna get more shit.”

He’s already dragging me out of the tattoo shop as Miele bounces toward the tattoo chair. With a yank, he turns me toward the car we took.

“Where are we going?”

He doesn’t answer until we’re pulling out of the parking spot. “NiNi’s piece is gonna take at least two hours. I wanna show you something.”

His grin is infectious, and I find myself just going with the flow, since we haven’t been in San Pedro together in all the times I’ve come.

Twenty minutes later, we’re in an empty room at his resort, tearing each other’s clothes off in between needy pants and kisses.

“Please don’t stop,” I breathe, letting him pull my shirt over my head. He pulls my leggings down, and I grab onto his shoulders so I don’t fall from kicking them off my feet.

This fool palms my hips and rubs his face in my pubic hair before biting it.“Get on the bed, all fours," he murmurs into my skin.

I turn and scramble to do what he says, crawling onto the bed. My breasts feel so heavy, nipples tight as I arch my back and present my ass to him.

Rough hands grab the globes of my cheeks, spreading me.

I clench, anticipating his skilled tongue in my center. He blows cool air into my folds, before covering me entirely with his mouth.

“Rico,” I moan. His hands keep me spread as he devours me. My orgasm comes to the forefront in seconds, but I need more.

He knows it, which is why two fingers surge inside of me, curving to caress my g-spot. I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me, my knees sliding down.

I’m thinking he’s done, since we don’t have much time. However, Rico surprises me, placing a wet kiss right on my asshole, making me squeal.

He traces his tongue ring along my rim before French kissing me there over and over. His fingers pump slowly, dragging out another orgasm. My arms shake as tears gather in my eyes. I’m tingly everywhere; my arms, my neck, my core.

“Straighten your left leg, bae. Lay on your stomach.”

My knee glides on the cool sheets as I obey him, and he covers my body with his.

His dick is at my entrance from the back as he bears all of his weight down. My hands move from under me to either side of my head. He inches inside of me, not stopping until he’s all the way in. Only then does he bring his hands up, interlocking his fingers in mine.

“You feel that?” he rumbles in my ear, squeezing my hands tight as he pulls out only slightly. Slower than molasses, he thrusts back in, all the way until his pelvis is flush with my ass.

Tears line my lids. They spill over when his lips meet mine. He pulls out slowly again, this time all the way out. Once again, he pushes in slowly, all the way in.

“You feel it, bae?”