Listening to the sound of Lucia’s steady breathing as she lies wrapped in my arms is so fucking sweet and relaxing. My eyelids flutter closed for a second before I jolt awake.
“What is it?” she mumbles sleepily.
“I almost fell asleep. I should go.”
She drapes her thigh over mine and squeezes me. “No,” she purrs. “Just stay a little while longer. Please?”
I press a soft kiss on top of her head. “I can’t, Angel. I’m fucking exhausted and if I fall asleep here, Matthias might come in and find us.”
“I’m sorry for having you sneaking around at night and not getting enough sleep.”
“Hey.” I cup her chin in my hand and tilt her face to mine. “I’m sneaking around of my own free will. And I would rather be here than anywhere else, but—”
“Matthias,” she finishes my sentence.
“Exactly.”
She pushes herself up and straddles me. “I miss you when you’re not here,” she whispers.
I reach up and brush my fingertips over her cheek. “I miss you too, Angel, but there’s only one way to fix it.” I don’t want to pressure her to tell her parents before she’s ready, but I can barely look her father in the eye and I hate being apart from her. “I want to wake up every morning with you in my bed. I want to wake you up in the middle of the night just so I can fuck you.”
“Jax,” she breathes as she grinds her wet pussy over my cock.
“Any mention of sex makes you horny, doesn’t it?” I chuckle as I slide my hand down her body and hold onto her hips.
“You’re the one who started talking about fucking,” she whispers.
“Hmm,” I roll her hips over me and my cock hardens against her.
“But I know you’re tired,” she purrs.
“I am never that tired, Angel,” I smile at her. “Besides, I might just lie here and let you do all the work.”
She laughs softly. “I’m happy to, but you can’t help yourself from taking control.”
“Well, slide your hot pussy onto my cock and we’ll see.” I wink at her, but she’s right. It’s only a matter of time before I take over in one way or another. I can’t help myself. I love to dominate her as I make her whimper and moan my name.
After I have fucked her for the fourth time tonight, I drag myself out of her bed and grab my clothes and start to get dressed.
“I think we should tell my father about us, Jax,” she whispers.
I sit on the bed beside her. “Good. Let’s do it tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
“It’ll be fine.” I take her hand and squeeze it in mine.
“I’m not worried about me—I’m worried about you and him,” she says, the words catching in her throat. “You won’t fight, will you?”
“Lucia,” I say with a sigh. I can’t lie to her and tell her that we won’t because I know without a doubt that when Alejandro Montoya finds out I am fucking his daughter, his immediate reaction will be to tear my head from my body. “I can’t make that promise, Angel. But I can promise you that it’ll be worth it.”
“Not if either of you get hurt,” she whispers.
I roll on top of her, taking hold of her hands and entwining my fingers with hers. “We can’t go on sneaking around or we’re going to get caught and that will be a million times worse. I can’t go on lying to his face whenever I see him. I told you back in Dallas that we were going to have to do this all the way. I’ve given you a week, Angel, but now we need to be open about what this is between us. I can’t go on pretending that you don’t mean everything to me.”
“Jax,” she gasps.
“What, Angel?”
“Do you mean that?” she blinks and her eyes brim with tears.
“That you mean everything to me?” I frown at her.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Lucia,” I growl. “You think I went into this with you lightly? I told you that this was it for me, didn’t I? That no one else would ever touch you?”
“Yes.”
I stare at her, waiting for her to tell me that she feels the same, because the fact that this has come as a shock to her makes me nervous.
“I…” She blinks at me. “This feels like a fairytale that I’m going to have to wake up from.”
“Why?” I frown at her. “Why is it a fairytale?”
“Because I love you so much, Jax. I’ve been in love with you since I was seventeen years old. Happiness like this can’t be real, can it?”
“It sure feels real enough to me,” I smile at her. “I love you, Angel. Your dad is going to be pissed as hell at me, but we’ll all get over it. I promise.” My words are full of conviction because I want her to believe them but I’m not sure I believe them myself.
