Veiled Amor by V. Theia

TWENTY-TWO

“Two orgasms forward and then five steps back.” - Lucia

 

 

The man she was so crazy about had left her high and dry, and she was going to kill him.

Okay, two incredible orgasms were not high or dry.

But ugh.

She was frustrated, and the alarm was mental torture as it pierced the air in a recurring sequence. Had she been under questioning, she would have been like The Goonies Chunk and told them everything.

She loved Capone, after all. Obsessively. Loved the caring, protective man he was.

She kind of hated how much she was sexually tangled up in every move he made. But she was still going to murder him for taking off like his ass was on fire. As if he’d been waiting for any excuse to bring their lovemaking to a halt.

Did she believe he’d do that?

Hopefully not. It felt as though he’d been right there with her every step of the way. The hard bulge under her hands didn’t lie.

And the way they’d gone at each other like a raging wound, and only their mouths could heal it.

It was a lie, though, wasn’t it? She couldn’t kill him, even if she wanted to. She’d been dangerously in love and dining on his scraps of attention for years. At her lowest, just hearing Capone’s voice could sustain whatever bad shit her father put her through. Without knowing it, Capone had become her light in the storm, and a little something like a diverted sex date wouldn’t put her off.

He’d walk through the door, give her a dirty look, and then she’d pounce.

Lucia paced around the noisy apartment as time went on, her long-since excited hormones now dormant and sulking in the background. Unable to get away from the deafening shrill. She stood at the windows overlooking the darkened city and waited.

What felt like months, when it was more like fifteen minutes, he came back. As he walked through the door, he had his head over his phone, typing. And then the blistering sound came to a stop. Leaving a ringing in Lucia’s ears. “Thank goodness,” she exclaimed, licking her dry lips. “What happened? Was there a fire?”

He appeared harassed, his lips pulled in a tight line of irritation. No pouncing for Lucia then. “The power grid to the building tripped and set everyone’s alarms off.” As that, his phone rang, and he gave a code to whoever he was speaking to. “Is it reset again? Okay, gracias.” He hung up. “My security company has reset the system.”

“Oh, good.”

“You okay, nena?”

Standing over by the windows, she unconsciously wrapped both arms around herself, nodding at him. “Yeah, besides being deaf now. That thing was loud.”

Capone grimaced. “Sorry it took so long.”

Dumping his keys and phone on the low coffee table, Capone clicked on the ceiling recessed lights and headed to the kitchen, he cracked open a bottle of beer and downed half. “Hey, Lucia, you want something to eat?”

Food? Really? Lucia frowned as though he were talking in an alien language. He wanted food now? In-fucking-credible. If only her lust were as easy to turn off as it was for him.

She was turning into a wife with no benefits.

And it fucking sucked.

Schooling her face, so she didn’t show signs of being so pissed off with him, she shook her head and started walking across the family room. “No, thanks, I think I’ll take a bath and head to bed.”

“You sure? I can make you those eggs you like.”

She’d kill for his Spanish eggs, but her throat wouldn’t be able to swallow a bite. Crisis averted; she was sure he’d come through the door like a horny tornado and pick up where they left off. And because she was so unsure of how to approach Capone and their weird feelings, she let him lead, and apparently he wanted food and not her body.

Cool. Great. Wonderful.

Lucia and her lust would go to bed alone.

Almost to her bedroom, “hey, Lucia?”

She turned to find him at the hallway entrance, watching her with his beautiful eyes.

Her wish sometimes, was she didn’t love this man. That she could fall in love with anyone else less complicated and end their painful situation, but her pride wanted him to want her as she was, not because there were no obstacles in the way.

Maybe it made her wrong.

She’d never bought into the centuries-old advice of only being with someone who loved you more. Lucia wanted to love him with every fiber of her being, even if he didn’t love her back in the same way. As long as he loved her a little, she would be happy.

This uncertainty was torture.

He repeated. “You okay, nena? I know this shit ruined our night.”

No, you ruined it by not mauling me on the fucking floor the moment you were back.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Eyes narrowed. “That’s what I’m asking.”

She smiled, opening her bedroom door, picturing herself pulling out his long eyelashes one at a time. “Goodnight, Gi.”

The apartment stayed quiet.

There were no food smells or the sound from the TV, and when she was tired of tossing and turning, she flung herself out of bed and tiptoed into the hallway. Lucia considered going out onto the expansive balcony, but in only sleep shorts and a tank top, she’d freeze. It reminded her of the balcony from the movie Pretty Woman; only it didn’t have a high wall. Instead, Capone’s balcony was glass and steel with a large grill down one end. Another giant contraption next to it, which looked like a smoker. Fancy.

She’d kill to watch him out there grilling meats and being manly holding tongs while she lounged in a chair holding a summer cocktail.

Would she still be here in the summer months?

She’d wanted freedom.

Now Lucia wanted a life with him, but still unsure how to make it happen.

“What are you doing?” She heard and nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Oh, my god,” she exclaimed, whirling around to see Capone bracketing in the entryway in only a pair of boxer-briefs, “you scared the bejesus out of me. I think my soul left my body for a second.”

He approached with silent steps until he was close enough she felt the warmth from his bare skin. And her sulking hormones from earlier came online again like sluts.

She took a breath and shivered. Something he noticed when he frowned and came nearer. It was crazy to think she could feel his heart beating through his chest. Maybe it was all the hoping she did, hoping it was hers one day, hoping he would want hers to keep.

Nothing good came from brooding in the middle of the night, this much she knew.

He looked concerned as he touched the top of her arm, rubbed a little. “I heard you pacing out here, couldn’t sleep?”

She hadn’t tried to yet.

Eyes darker than rich chocolate, watching her intently made Lucia feel womanly.

And itchy.

His gaze was far from uncomfortable; it enticed her like nothing else.

A man like Capone was sexier than the average bear. When she looked at him, she had to swallow around her feelings and remind herself he was only a man. The species were inherently known for disappointing a woman.

This dance of theirs needed to stop, and she suspected she would have to be the one to pump the brakes. If only her intimate muscles would get on board this detachment. They were raring to go again, remembering the two insanely good orgasms from earlier and how out of this world Capone’s mouth felt owning her between the legs.

“Lucia?” The hand moved to her face, bringing her out of her runaway thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry if I woke you up.”

“I wasn’t asleep.”

“Oh,” she replied because all other words failed her when his thumb moved over her lips.

“I was too busy kicking my ass for letting you go to bed alone. We should have been three fucks in by now.”

Oh.

Sweet.

God.

The hunger in his eyes flared to life and robbed her of air, as if he’d snapped an invisible hand around her throat. The thought alone thrilled her and took her back to their one illicit night where he had put his hand on her throat while he fucked her stupid.

“You should be so worn out and boneless from my fucks that I would have to pour you into my bed afterward.”

Lucia wheezed through the fire in her lungs. “Was… was that what you planned when we came home?”

“Sí.” He nodded, looking so grim with his burning eyes pinning her. She felt parched, her throat dry, unable to draw her eyes from him.

“Maybe consider I am wrong for you, and the universe was giving you an out.”

“I don’t buy it,” he spoke, cupping her face. “I’ve been the one holding back for so long. No more, Lucia. If you want me, even though I’ve made big fucking mistakes so far, I’m right here.”

“Are you finally going to fuck me?”

As he smirked, the look of arousal in Capone’s eyes intensified. Lucia knew she could say anything to him, her need of him outweighed any embarrassment she might feel.

A girl had many needs.

And all hers were pointing toward Capone with grabby hands.

There was no time to process what she’d said when Capone scooped her up, almost making her fly as he anchored her to his body. Her legs automatically latched around his waist like two vultures. And when he grabbed her around the neck. God in a tree, she was soaked between her legs in seconds. Wet, sticky seconds.

“The mouth on you, mi amor. You’re going to share every dirty word with me while I strip you down and fuck you until all that’s left on your tongue is gasping pants. Sí?”

So delirious in her arousal, the next thing she knew, Capone bounced her onto his wide bed, looking down at her. The lamp at the side of his bed cast him in gorgeous shadows while she watched him pull the boxer-briefs down his legs, letting his massive erection spring free against his lower abdomen.

Once again, Lucia was caught in a wave of indescribable excitement. The heat of it settled in her stomach as she watched him prowl up onto the bed. Capone knocked her legs apart, and he settled on his heels at her feet.

“My turn?” She wheezed when his hands snaked up her calves, moved up her thighs, and stopped at her waist where Capone grasped the shorts.

“Sí. I need to see you.”

Oh, God. His rough voice was like listening to audio porn. It sent a shiver to every corner of her needful body. To get over her natural awkwardness of being naked in front of him, while he slid down her shorts, Lucia whipped the tank top over her head and dropped it to the floor. When she looked up, Capone was grinning a dirty-man smile.

“You are extraordinary, nena. I want to taste every inch of you.”

A tsunami shudder went through her.

The room filled with intensity when he came down over her, and their mouths met and opened. There was no other taste like Capone’s, and she savored every slick roll of his tongue.

“Please,” she begged between savage kisses.

Kisses that burst Lucia into flames.

The man on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee, was the closest she’d come to heaven, and she wasn’t about to have it ripped away from her now. Clasping the side of his face, she shared his air.

“Please fuck me.”

The sexual noise he emitted from low in his throat made her run wet.