Lawmakers (4 page)

“Faster?” he asked, pumping deeper and picking up the pace.

“Yes, yes!”

He withdrew his cock until just the tip touched her opening and then thrust hard. She screamed and squirmed beneath him. His grip tightened, and his eyes never left her face. She raised her hips off the couch as her knees touched her chest. Santi brought her legs together and invaded her sex like a madman. Her clit seemed to swell and grow more sensitive. Each time he penetrated her, the point of her climax grew closer. She couldn’t get enough and never wanted him to stop or slow down. The friction from their bodies coming together was too much and everything at the same time.

“Don’t stop. I can’t… If you stop…” Her cries made no sense, but she didn’t care.

“Never,
cariño.
You will come for me again. I will reach my release in you.”

“Mm, the way you speak turns me on. I’m going to come, Santi. Talk dirty to me.”

His eyes widened in excitement. “Do you want this?”

She chuckled, wiggling under him. “Yes, I want this. Please.”

“Quiero follarte toda la noche.”

She arched as her core muscles contracted. “M-More.”

He gathered her up to his chest with one strong arm, pumped faster, and then touched his lips to her ear.
“Vamos a hacerlo en cuatro patas.”

She lost it. An orgasm shattered her world and took her to new heights. With her eyelids heavy and her breathing ragged, she lost all strength to hold onto him. Even as she felt him jerk when he reached his release, he never let her go until it was over.

Sometime near dawn when daylight lit the horizon, Della shifted a few centimeters in Santi’s bed. Her muscles cried out for mercy, and she stilled. Santi yawned from his side of the bed and threw the covers back. His fingers circled her wrist, and he pulled her toward him. The next instant he lay on top of her while she lay face down, but he didn’t attempt to enter her.

She sighed and started to drift off to sleep again when a thought occurred to her. “Santi?”

He grunted a response.

“What did the words mean? The ones you said to me before?”

“I said many words.”

“Okay, well how about the first, when I asked you to talk dirty to me.”

He seemed to think about it. At last he said, “I will fuck you all night long. We are going to do it on all fours. This is like… how do you say…”

“Doggy style?” she suggested.

“Si.”

Despite its worn out state, her pussy clenched. “Well, you didn’t keep your word on that one.”

There is plenty of time. I am not finished with you yet.

“I thought you said you make love to me not sex. Fuck seems even raunchier.”

“You wanted me to talk that way to you,
cariño.
Whatever you want, I will give it to you.”

A thrill shot throughout Della’s body, and she buried her face in a pillow as she thought of all that was to come.

Chapter Four

Della should have known it wouldn’t be long before she started getting calls. She checked the display on her phone and frowned. Three missed calls from Uncle Leonard, and then he had apparently dialed Brent to get him on her tail. That’s all she needed. As she folded into her car at the restaurant, having waved Santi off, she dialed the number to her voicemail. Santi had wanted to follow her home to make sure she got there safely, but she had refused. In retrospect, she should have at least let Uncle Leonard know she wouldn’t be home because she almost never stayed away. Not calling and then showing up with Santi would have presented drama she didn’t need. Her uncle could be a handful on the best of days.

Frowning at the tongue-lashing she listened to, she rolled her eyes and then stabbed the disconnect button. Another succession of buttons had the line ringing through to her house. “One would think I’m still a freshman in high school, for Pete’s sake. Oh, hey, uncle,” she said when he barked hello. “I’m on my way home.”

“Della, do you know what time it is?”

“Yes, I do. It’s early, and I have a class in a couple hours. I’ll be there in a few.”

“You have no business—”

“Okay, love you. Be there soon.” She clicked off. Sometimes, she had zero tolerance for the man. She loved him. He had been there when her father’s death devastated her and her mother had become useless in her own grief. That didn’t mean Della would allow him to dictate her actions now that she was an adult.

When she pulled into the drive at her uncle’s modest rancher, she moaned. Brent leaned against his car smoking a cigarette. He spotted her and scraped off the fiery end then stuck the cigarette in the pack. His smile lit his handsome face at he approached to hold her door.

“Hey, got the old man worried. He woke me up and demanded I get over here.”

She shook her head. “I bet he did. Sometimes I think I should just move out on my own. Then he wouldn’t know when I come and go.”

“You could move with me,” he suggested.

She slammed her car door and started for the house. “You’d like that. I can’t afford any bills other than school right now, and Uncle Leonard makes that possible. I need to hang in there a little longer.”

She reached the door, knowing on the other side lay another battle. If he could just back off a little and give her space. Why did the man have to act like she was some irresponsible idiot that would toss her life down the drain at the drop of a hat?
Oh right, there was that one time.
She chuckled to herself.

“You could always marry me.”

Della froze. She turned slowly to face Brent, her friend since their freshman year in college. They’d gone on together to law school, and Brent being the brilliant man he was had pulled her bacon off the fire more than once academically.

“You’re not serious, Brent.”

“Dead serious. My inheritance can cover us until we finish school with a little discipline.”

She winced. “Your inheritance?”

Brent lived off of the money his parents left him after they had both been killed in a car accident a year before he finished high school. The tragedy paired with the loss of her own parents had been what had brought them together. Not to mention the fact that they were both interested in law. On the surface, she supposed, they were a perfect match. Yet, she had never felt that way about Brent. He was a friend, nothing more.

“What’s wrong with living on my inheritance?”

“Nothing for you. I don’t think so. Um, thanks for offering though.”

She started to turn away, but he grabbed her hand and threaded his fingers through hers. For some reason it reminded her of last night and spending time in Santi’s arms. He had excited her, terrified her, made her body sing, and so much more.

“Think about it, Della,” Brent pleaded. “I’m willing to wait.”

She squeezed his hand and then pulled away. “I can’t make any promises. You’re my friend, Brent. I don’t want to mess that up.”

“That’s what women always say.”

“It’s always true.”

He opened his mouth to respond when the door jerked wide.

“How long are you going to stand out here, Della?” her uncle growled. “Don’t you have some explaining to do?”

She blinked at the man, practically foaming at the mouth. “No, uncle, I don’t. I apologize for not calling as a courtesy knowing you love me, but I don’t have to explain myself. I’m grown.”

She squeezed past him and marched into the house. He followed. “Have you forgotten who raised you? Who it was who held you when you were crying and shaking because you lost your daddy? I was there for you, and I’m the one who lets you stay here without paying rent. You think you could afford your own place and attend law school all on your own?”

A sick feeling rose in her chest, her stomach tumbling over itself. She clenched her hands at her sides and swallowed a few times.

“That’s not fair, Mr. Leonard,” Brent put in. “She’s doing the best she can.”

“This is the best?” Uncle Leonard shouted. “Staying out all night, whoring?”

Della whirled around. “Who do you think you are calling me a whore? You don’t know what I was doing.”

“You weren’t in school. I know your schedule.”

“That’s the problem. You think you have to control everything I do. Believe me, if I could, I’d move out of here tomorrow!”

“Della—”

She held up a hand. “Don’t even bother. I know what you’re going to say. You’ll tear me down even more.”

Her uncle paled. For an instant he seemed frailer than she remembered, and it touched her heart. She did her best to steal against it. This might be another one of his tricks to control her.

“I would never tear you down,” he said. “I was the one who encouraged you to go to college when you weren’t sure. Then I pushed you to follow your dream and go to law school. I offered to pay for everything.”

She sighed and rubbed a hand across her face. “I know.”

“How about we stop arguing and have some breakfast,” Brent suggested. “If I can get a smile from my two favorite people, I could be persuaded to make blueberry pancakes.”

Uncle Leonard looked at him like he’d lost his mind, and Della laughed. Leave it to Brent to shatter the tension. “Idiot,” she teased. “I’m going to have a shower. I’ll take you up on the pancakes though.”

Della hurried to her room before her uncle could say another word. She stripped out of her clothes and hopped into the shower. With water as hot as she could stand it running over her body, she remembered Santi’s hands again.
Not just his hands, his mouth, his body, everything about him. I want more, so much more.

After she stepped from the shower and was drying off, Della recalled Brent’s proposal. She’d known for a long time how he felt. More than once she had caught him staring at her with a mixture of love and lust in his gaze. Each time she put him off and avoided conversations that might lead to them changing their relationship to a more intimate one. Not that she hadn’t been tempted. Of course she had. Brent was her age, and he had a body and face a woman could lose herself enjoying. Baby blue eyes, blond hair, he had women young and old chasing after him. She had never considered limiting herself to black men. Why should she when so many tasty choices were out there? However, she had never even thought of a foreign man. Santi’s accent sent chills racing over her flesh and got her wet within moments of hearing him speak.

“Goodness, for real, Della?” she chided herself. “Stop thinking about him. We didn’t even make plans to see each other again.”

She did her best to dismiss him from her mind, and after dressing, headed out to the kitchen to devour Brent’s pancakes. That was another positive for her best friend. He loved to cook, and she loved to eat. Across the table from her, Uncle Leonard sat in a funk, and when she volunteered to stack the dishwasher, he joined her. She tensed, expecting the worse.

“Della,” he began.

“What is it, Uncle Leonard? Please don’t start lecturing me. I’ve had all I can stand.”

“I want to apologize.”

She almost dropped a plate. Uncle Leonard hated the use of paper plates. They always ate on good china he’d had since the Stone Age. “Come again?”

He frowned at her, the skin wrinkling above fully gray eyebrows. “I said I’m sorry.”

She grinned. “I heard you.”

“You always were a stubborn one. I knew I had my hands full when you fell in with the wrong crowd in high school.”

“Don’t go back to that.”

“You stole a car.”

“I was fifteen.”

“You almost ruined your future.”

“Again, young and stupid,” she reminded him.

“Some would say you’re still young and stupid.”

She rolled her eyes and arranged a few glasses on the top shelf of the dishwasher. Uncle Leonard started on the griddle, wiping up extra grease before soaping it down with a dishcloth.

“I don’t make choices you agree with. That doesn’t make me stupid. I’m not going to blow school.”

“You’ve wanted to quit many times.”

“True. I won’t lie. Sometimes it’s so hard and so tedious I hate it. Other times, I love the law. Every now and then I question what I’m doing and if this is the path I want for myself. There’s nothing wrong with that, uncle.”

“You’re right. There isn’t.” He stopped washing the griddle and scratched his forehead. She suppressed a laugh when he left a glob of suds there. “I get impatient and scared for you. I want to do right by you. If I fail…”

“You won’t.”

“I love you, Della, like you were my own. I can’t mess up.”

“I’m grown. You didn’t mess up.”

He grinned as she toweled his head off.

“No, I didn’t. You’re beautiful and smart, and you’re going to be a success. I know it.”

“We agree at last!” She raised her hands dramatically, and the two of them laughed together.

“That’s what I like to see,” Brent chimed in from the doorway. Della threw a towel at him, but he caught it with one hand. His biceps flexed, reminding her of his excellent form, and she sighed. Why couldn’t he make her panties wet just looking at him or hearing him speak? Her life would be simpler, and hell, she could have already moved in with him to get away from Uncle Leonard. No, she wouldn’t use Brent. He deserved better. Times like this, when her uncle calmed down and tried to understand, made the delay tolerable. Things would be okay.

“Time for class,” she announced, and she and Brent headed out, Uncle Leonard sending them off.

For the next few days, school and work took up the entirety of Della’s time. She had few chances to dwell on her lust for Santi. Besides, he didn’t call, and the more days that passed, the more pissed she became at the fact. What had she been thinking of sleeping with a man on the first date? Sure, it had been good, but still to give up the goods so fast led to crap like this.

Della arrived at work after almost a week of not hearing from Santi. She approached her desk and stumbled at sight of the huge bouquet of roses. The heady scent filled the office, and she glanced around to meet the knowing glances of a few coworkers.

“Oh, who from?” Stephanie chirped, approaching at top speed.

Della bit off a groan as she dropped into her chair. “Not sure yet. I haven’t read the card. She busied herself with booting up her computer and checking her inbox for contracts. The symbol on her phone said she had voicemail, and she snatched up the receiver.