Page 89 of LA Reign

He thrusts harder into me, pushing the vibrator deep inside at the same time. He speeds up, finally gives me what I need. The pressure of his cock, the toy, and my own fingers all combine, and a torrent of wet heat rushes from me.

“Alex!” I shout.

“That’s it, princesa, come with me,” he growls as he empties his load inside. Hot, fierce. Pumping every last drop into me. My body trembles as he pulls the vibrator out and tosses it onto the floor. Then he slowly pulls his body away from mine, and I moan at how empty I suddenly feel.

He rolls me over and pulls me to him, my limbs weak and floppy. He tucks me onto his chest, his strong arms wrapped around me. I take deep breaths as I try to slow my heart rate and recover from the complete sensory overload.

“You understand what la llevamos por las dos puertas means now?”

“Yes,” I say quietly, still shaking from it all. “You demonstrated very thoroughly.”

He chuckles, holds me tighter. “Excellent. And I hope you don’t ask Magda to translate all of the filthy things I say to you when I’m fucking you.”

“Of course I don’t. I already know that if you say it in bed, then I really don’t want Magda to hear me saying it. But I think I’m going to find a class and learn Spanish as soon as I can.”

“Hmm, I would love that,” he says as he places his hand under my chin, tilting my head up so he can look at my face. “And we can make that happen. But until then, I can think of a few phrases I can teach you.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Let me guess, they all involve sex?”

“No,” he says with a grin. “Of course not. I’ll also teach you how to say you’d like to suck my cock, too.”

I shake my head. “You’re a sex maniac.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s soaked the bedsheets with your cum.”

I blush and he bends his head to kiss me. I can’t argue with facts.

“Hey, I do know some Spanish,” I say, when I break our kiss.

“Do you?”

I nod. “Lo eres todo para mi.”

He blinks at me in surprise. It is something he says to me often “And what does that mean, princesa?”

“You are everything to me.”

He smiles at me. “It’s true. Te quiero, Alana.”

I know what that means as well, and it makes my heart sing. “I love you too,” I reply, snuggling into him. When we’re close like this, everything feels right, everything feels perfect. Like nothing else in the world exists, apart from us and our love.

I’ve started to live for moments like these when we can just be us. But, with everything going on around us, I wonder how long it will be before we’re facing our next obstacle. At the moment it feels like there’s trouble around every corner. Every time we find some peace, it’s only temporary.

My man is close to me right now, but how long for?

Chapter

Thirty-Six

ALEJANDRO

Iwait until she is asleep, her perfect face finally at rest. I allow myself a few more moments to look at her, to hold her. To enjoy the closeness. It feels like we see so little of each other these days, and I know she’s missing me.

Fuck, I feel the same, but there’s no getting away from it. I need to do what must be done, and if that cuts into time with my wife, we’ll both have to deal with it.

On the whole she’s been great about it. But I know, especially since Kelsey left, that it hasn’t been easy for her. That prick Bobby Conroy didn’t help and threw yet another roadblock in our way at a time when I needed to be focused on my family and our enemies.

The other day, she called me to ask if it was me who’d blocked the asshole being involved in the shelter. She caught me right in the middle of another interesting but ultimately doomed conversation down at the docks. This has been a regular occurrence recently, a parade of sad sacks tied to the chair waiting to get their balls sliced off.