Drug Lord: A Bad Boy Baby Romance (3 page)

I
rolled over
, my mouth dry and my head pounding. A combination of being woken up frequently during the night and a small hangover made for a pretty bad morning.

I sniffed. Was that bacon?

Before I could even get out of bed, I heard the clatter of a plate on a tray.

There was a knock on my door.

“Are you up?

I looked at myself in the mirror and almost screamed at how awful my hair looked. I was still wearing his sleeveless shirt.

“No!” I yelped. I needed to fix my hair.

“I have bacon.”

“Come in.”

It was okay if he had bacon. A good amount of bacon grease could go a long way the morning after.

I smelled the fresh coffee.

“You are a god.”

He grinned at me, and my heart skipped a beat when he did. He was extremely gorgeous when he smiled, and I just couldn’t resist smiling back at him.

I looked down at the tray and said, “There’s no way that I can eat all of this.”

“Of course not. Half is for me.”

Half of the mountain of food on the plate was much larger than what I could manage to eat. He had an enormous fluffy omelette for each of us, and there were two bananas on the tray alongside the coffee.

I snagged a piece of bacon and took a bite.

The bacon was perfectly cooked. It was crisp with that slight hint of chewiness which was hard to achieve.

“This is perfect.”

He sat on my bed and unrolled the napkins to get out silverware.

Then we ate there, as if it weren’t the first morning that I’d ever eaten breakfast with him and it were completely natural for him to sit on my bed.

I’d stayed in his home despite not knowing him at all.

And he’d been a gentleman about it. I caught his eyes resting on me once in a while, but he hadn’t made any moves. He’d woken me up a lot during the night, but it had been professional, almost dispassionate. I grew to hate the flashlight that he kept with him, but we knew now that I didn’t have a bad concussion.

I must’ve been hungrier than I thought, because the omelette and bacon disappeared in record time. I felt a little guilty, because I was sure that I’d stolen his portion of it.

He didn’t seem to mind. Before I finished, he ate all of the bananas.

I sat back when I was done and touched my stomach. He put the tray on the nightstand.

“If I ate like that every meal, I’d be the size of a whale.”

He shook his head.

“You are the perfect size. You have the curvy shape that I love.”

There was a beat of silence between us. He was sitting right there, looking right at me.

I didn’t have any experience with men. I’d dated Brayden only for our senior year of college. We knew what was expected from the both of us. His proposal at the end of the year wasn’t a surprise; it had been planned for our whole lives.

He’d had plenty of fun in college, but I was more of a bookworm. I didn’t party very much, instead I was too busy with my part-time job and a course load that was just a little bit more than what a normal person would sign up for. Jenny was my polar opposite. She had dated so many boys in college that I’d lost count. I’d driven to the doctor’s clinic with her every time that she had a pregnancy scare. I knew how all of this worked in theory, but not in practice.

I was very curious, but I hadn’t gotten very many chances to try anything.

Before I could freak myself out and talk myself out of it, I leaned forward and planted my lips on his for a firm, brief kiss.

After a half second of shock, his hands were in my hair and his mouth was kissing me back. He traveled a little lower.

I tilted my head back as I felt the roughness of his beard on the bare skin of my neck.

He bit me hard. I gasped as the little burst of pain coursed through my body.

He soothed the bite with his warm tongue, then traveled down to my shoulder and bit me even harder there.

I could smell the clean scent of his hair from here.

I don’t know how he got my clothing off, but I was naked, and he was, too.

His head traveled downwards, and he bit the inner curve of my right breast before moving to my left one.

He kept moving downwards, kissing his way down my stomach.

I was normally very self-conscious about the softness of my stomach, but he didn’t seem to even care, which made me relax.

And then his head was making its way between my thighs. He parted them gently but with inexorable force.

Then his mouth was kissing me down there. My hips bucked of their own accord as my hands went to grip the back of his head as he licked me gently at first and then with a lot more force.

I didn’t know if I was screaming, because I was past the point of being able to hear, but my mouth was all the way open and my back was arched like a bow.

And still he kept going.

Every muscle in my body clenched as I experienced the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my entire life. It was as if he’d taken part of my soul.

And he hadn’t even taken me yet.

As I panted, trying to catch my breath, he rolled us so that I was on top of him. One hand was on the back of my neck, pushing me down onto his cock, which he must’ve guided into me with his other hand.

It felt incredibly hard inside of me as I slid down on it and took even more of him. I felt like I was too tight to take it. I felt something give inside of me.

And then finally I was all the way down, my head on his chest.

His hands went down to grab my butt.

Even though he was on the bottom, he controlled the rhythm, which was fast and hard. Every time that he stretched me, I felt like I was being taken to my limits and a little beyond.

Soon he was breathing hard under me. His eyes were shut. When he groaned, I felt him release inside of my body, which triggered another orgasm for me. I fluttered around him as my eyes rolled back in my head from the feeling of his warmth inside of me.

I wasn’t a tiny little thing. I didn’t want to crush him, so I tried to roll to the side. His hands tightened on my butt.

“Stay right there. I might want to go again.”

I was shocked to feel the butterfly sensations as he hardened again, as if he hadn’t just filled me up.

“How can you be ready so fast?”

“Must be you. You’re magical.”

He thrust into me, and I realized that he was already ready to go again. He sat up and put his big hands on my waist as his mouth lowered to mine.

His hands traveled from my shoulders, down my sides, feeling the indentation of my waist, before going downwards over the swell of my hips. And then he went back up.

The whole time, he kept me rocking on top of him. I felt like I was on a bucking bronco, but I never wanted it to stop.

But I was only human, and my body had other plans. Lightning struck. My mind nearly went black with the intensity of my pleasure as I jerked against his body.

With a roar, he spilled himself inside of me a second time.

This time, I rolled off of him before he could hold me in place.

“I need to clean up,” I told him, feeling his seed running down my leg.

“I’ll come with you.”

I
followed
her into the bathroom, all of my attention on the smooth sway of her beautiful hips. I knew that she felt tender because of the way that she was walking.

Even though it brought a smile to my face, because our time together had been very pleasurable, I resolved not to take her again tonight. She needed time to rest.

She climbed into the tub and turned on the water.

I climbed in and put bath gel on my hand.

“Come here.”

She came to me through the water that was rapidly filling the tub.

She looked like a goddess to me — curvy with smooth, soft skin that still had my bite marks on it.

I pulled her into my lap, legs on either side of me, as I sat down on the ledge in the tub. I rubbed her luscious breasts with a little soap. Then I washed her neck and back with my hand.

My hand slipped under the water to wash the space between her legs.

“Oh,” she sighed.

Her hips moved against my hand in a rhythm as old as time, her head coming to rest on my shoulder, her hair falling like a waterfall all around her, the ends tickling my shoulders.

Her mouth came to mine. She kissed me slowly and softly, her tongue gently exploring my mouth.

I didn’t know how much time passed while we kissed, only that we were lost somewhere that clocks couldn’t touch us.

Then she gently pulled my hand away from her core. I thought that she was done for now, but she settled down on the tip of my erection.

“Are you sure? I was going to let you rest. I know that you’re sore.”

“Very sure.” She slid the rest of the way down.

She slid against me in the soapy water. Her hands were wrapped around my neck as she picked up the pace, rocking us both.

She was glowing from the inside, as if there were some kind of light inside of her. She was stunning, here in the bathroom, riding me as if she had all the time in the world.

I put my hand between her thighs to flick her clit.

She screamed on top of me, her head thrown back as she crashed hard when the wave traveled through her body.

She clenched me with her wet velvet heat. I groaned as I felt her body milking mine, coaxing yet another orgasm from me.

As she rested against me, I had my arms wrapped around her. The two of us just lazily stayed right there in the tub.

Eventually, she took her head off of my shoulder and told me, “I’m about to fall asleep in this tub.”

Her eyes were sleepy, so I reached for a shower nozzle and cleaned both of us, rinsing the suds from our skin. I wrapped us in two towels, and then I carried her back to the bed.

After pulling the sheets up to cover both of us, I wrapped my arms around her towel-clad body.

“Sweet dreams, beautiful,” I murmured to her.

Her only response was to sigh softly. I knew that she was already halfway asleep.

I closed my eyes.

Even though I didn’t generally allow women to sleep with me, I loved sharing a pillow with her.

W
hen I woke
up properly an hour later, the light was a little brighter.

The bed was empty.

I felt the sheets next to me. They were cold, meaning that I’d been left alone here.

“Hello?” I called out.

Nobody answered.

I got out of bed and looked at the sheets. There was just the smallest spot of blood, sort of like what happened sometimes during my periods.

I went to the bathroom and got a little bit of soap, then climbed on the bed and targeted the spot so I could put a little soap on it, hoping that it wouldn’t stain. The sheets felt very smooth and soft. I hoped that I hadn’t ruined them.

Early this morning had been incredible. I never imagined that my first time would be so sweet.

I thought that I’d be married to Brayden when I did it for the first time. I hadn’t really looked forward to it.

He’d slept with so many women during the first three years of college that I’d thought about asking him for a little medical paperwork showing that he was clean.

And now, thinking about it, he must’ve kept on sleeping with women during the last year of college, too.

I felt very cold, alone in this bed. I didn’t know if I regretted what had happened.

No, I decided, even though I felt like I was freezing now. I was glad that my first time had been like that. It wasn’t what I’d expected, but it was much nicer than what Brayden would’ve done with me.

And it felt like there was a knife stuck in my windpipe when I thought about Jenny with him.

I didn’t want to go back to DC for a while.

I looked around for my hastily discarded clothing. I should go back to the hostel. This morning had been very pleasant, and I was grateful that he’d taken care of me, but I was in a strange man’s house.

What had I been thinking last night?

Sober Naelle couldn’t understand Drunk and Hurt Naelle’s logic. I could have gone to a hospital, gotten checked out, and only thought of Emilio in my dreams.

Here I was, the morning after, all on my own. Had I really expected it to go differently? He had been kind enough to feed me breakfast, which was definitely a nice touch. I needed to go now. In the light of day, all I felt was profound embarrassment.

I dressed quickly before I went downstairs and headed for the door.

Before I got there, though, there was a soft, “Excuse me?” in Spanish behind me.

I whirled around. There was a short lady who had closely cropped black hair.

“Hello,” I said in Spanish, figuring she probably didn’t speak English.

“Are you...” she trailed off before beginning again. “Señor Emilio’s novia?”

“I’m not his girlfriend, no,” I said.

“Ah, I was mistaken. I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing,” I told her. I hoped that I had all of my things, because I was heading out to the hostel. I’d grab the Ecovia. I’d stay away from Finn McCool’s from now on. I could only imagine the embarrassment of running into him again. I’d go to the hostel, journal about tonight, and move on.

I felt so free, freer than I had ever felt in my entire life. I didn’t know why I felt so empowered, but I knew that a new door had opened for me.

Maybe I could have sex like that every night...it seemed easy enough to haunt bars and take men home. I was pretty enough, I supposed.

I snorted. One step at a time. It wasn’t like having sex for the first time was going to turn me into a raging nymphomaniac.

I climbed the steps up to my room, and then went into the shower at the hostel to clean up, feeling sore in places that I didn’t know that you could be sore.

I changed into fresh clothing after my shower, because I didn’t want to wear yesterday’s clothes.

What would I do today? I opened up my laptop to check on things.

My mother had sent me several more emails, but they were less panicky. She figuratively shook her finger at my impulsivity, but she said that she had talked to my dad about what had happened and she understood why I had gone. She said to take whatever time I needed to heal.

I sighed. I was afraid of my mother in a way that I’d never be afraid of my dad. He’d never be disappointed in me, but she frequently was very disappointed in my choices. At least she’d leave me alone about ditching Brayden.

I didn’t know what I would do here, half a world away from my family. Ecuador was almost like another planet. I could still talk to them easily — call them if I wanted to — but I was far, far away from Brayden, Jenny, and the mess that I’d left at home.

I needed to find something to do while I was here.

I thought about going back to the alternative school, but I discarded the idea, I’d worked there and loved it, but it was weird to go back without a huge group. They’d probably push me out.

I wasn’t going to stay in a hotel room for the whole time that I was here. I flipped open my guidebook.

What should I go see while I was in Quito?

There were a couple tourist sites that I wanted to check out. I’d already been to the famous church Iglesia de la Compañia, a Jesuit church which had a ton of gold in it.

The last time I was here, we hadn’t had time to go up to the TeleferiQo, which was one of the highest points in Quito.

I opened up my laptop and checked out TripAdvisor. Apparently there were horses up there and I could eat lunch at the top of the mountain.

I went down and hailed a cab. There were more yellow cabs than normal cars. As soon as I stuck my arm out, a taxi came screeching to the curb.