Lawmakers (6 page)

“Della!” The old man toddled behind them.

She shut the door before he reached it and marched down the drive toward Santi’s rental. He had no choice but to follow. As Della stood beside the car, Santi took in her curvy figure. His slacks grew tight around his crotch, and he grinned. Even a grumpy old man was worth dealing with to have her.

He drew up to her and rested his hands on her hips. Standing close, he luxuriated in how her ass rubbed against him. She was not too small or too tall but fit his body just right when she wore heels. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“I’m hungry, Santi. Let’s go,” she pleaded. “Besides, you’re not copping a feel outside of my house. He’s probably looking through the window, and I don’t want to put up with nonsense later.”

Santi held the door open for her and watched as she folded inside. He took in the smooth, chocolate legs, visible with the rise of her dress. “I’m sorry he doesn’t like me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You could be black and live in the neighborhood, and he wouldn’t like you. Don’t sweat it, okay? I’m so sorry he was like that. I can’t get him to watch his mouth, and I don’t want him to hurt your feelings.”

Santi walked around to his side of the car and slid behind the steering wheel. He chuckled as he turned over the engine. “Don’t worry. I don’t wear my feelings for all to see.”

“On your sleeve, you mean,” she corrected.

He blinked at her, and she laughed. Something stirred in him. What should he do about Della? His time in America would eventually come to an end. She leaned toward him, studying his face. When she laid a hand on his arm, a tingle of awareness lit throughout his body.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked.

“Fine.” He threw the car into reverse. “We go.”

Santi first took Della out to eat. He allowed her choice of where she wanted to go and at her insistence gave in to her ordering for
him
this time. Of course, he drew the line at her paying the bill.

“No,” he said, removing the check from her fingers.

“Santi, it’s only fair.”

“I said no, Della. End of discussion.”

She folded her arms beneath her breasts. He assumed the stance meant business, but it served to entice him, and it did not change his mind. “You don’t call me Della much, so what is this punishment?”

“Of course not,
cariño
.” He gave extra emphasis to the word. “It means I will not allow you to pay. In my country—”

“Don’t you dare.”

He pulled his wallet from his jacket pocket and chose a random credit card. Then he placed the card inside the holder with the check. “I will do my best to put your wishes first,” he explained. “However, when you are with me, you will not pay. Ever. If that makes you angry, then I must work hard to make you feel better with my loving. No compromises.”

A glint of steel lit her gaze, but it wavered. She glanced away from him and dipped her chin. He reached for her, but she ducked out of his grasp.

“Fine.” One side of her soft lips turned up before straightening again. “You better work damn hard tonight.”

Santi grinned. “I will,
cariño.
Make no mistake about it.”

* * * *

Santi leaned against the doorframe, watching Della as she stretched her arms above her head. He took in the sight of her breasts rising, bare like he liked them. From the moment they arrived in his hotel room, he had insisted she remove all offending clothing and let him enjoy every inch of her lovely body. He had not been disappointed. Of course, he knew he wouldn’t be. Sampling her on a regular basis had given him a fever for more and an addiction.

“What are you looking at?” she said, resting hands on her hips.

He didn’t bother hiding his interest. “Those nipples. You entice me just by standing there, but you challenge me by raising your arms.”

“Challenge you?”

He grinned. “Yes, do it again.”

“I don’t think I will.” She spun away, teasing him, and Santi crossed the room in three long strides. He caught her around the waist and hauled her off her feet to press to his chest. Della wiggled as she tried to get free. Her laughter tickled his ears, and all of a sudden he found it hard to breathe. He let her go, and she stumbled. Before she could fall, he caught her and made sure she stood steady then dropped his hands to his sides.

“What kind of stunt was that? I almost fell.”

He shrugged.

She pointed a finger into his chest. “What happened to making it up to me, buddy?”

He pretended ignorance while he wrestled with his emotions.

“Don’t give me that innocent look.” Della spun away and marched toward the bed. When she placed one knee on the mattress, he dropped his gaze to her bare ass, and his cock twitched.

“You should walk around my home naked at all times,” he declared.

She stilled and glanced back at him. “Around your home?”

For a moment, he regretted his choice of words and then plowed ahead. “Yes, my house. In Madrid.”

Her eyes widened, and she turned around to sink onto the bed. “I thought you lived in A Coruña.”

“
Si
, that is where most of my family is and where my brothers reside. However, I have a house in Madrid, where most of my business dealings take place.” He strode over to the bed and ran a palm along her thigh and around to her ass. The softness of her skin made him ache to touch more, and to taste. “You would love Spain.”

“Um.”

He saw a tremor in her hand as she raised one to brush hair from her eyes, and confusion colored her chocolate gaze. Maybe he should have waited to ask her to come to Madrid with him, but the impulse had him blurting it out. Even now he didn’t know what he was thinking making such a suggestion.

Santi took her hand and kissed it before setting it on the bed. He encouraged her to climb higher and followed, settling above her figure. He leaned down to the valley between her breasts and planted kisses there and then skimmed his lips over the mound until he found a nipple. So ripe and taut, it called to him to suckle and flick the tip with his tongue. He took one peak into his mouth and pulled on it just enough to make her gasp and arch her back. Nothing drove him wilder than to have her offer her body up to him this way.

He licked the nipple again and watched as she responded, clutching the sheets, lashes fanned over her cheeks, lips parted. Her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, all for him. Tonight she belonged to him, body and soul, and he intended to feast until they were both exhausted.

Santi moved down Della’s body, breathing her in and tasting the soft, sweet skin as he moved. At her navel, he dipped his tongue inside. She wriggled, pushing at his shoulder without conviction. He kissed his way lower until he reached her mound. Santi drew away to get a good, long look. Her sweet cream ran down from her entrance, and he spread her lips to see all of it.

He stuck a finger into her heat, and she moaned. When he brought it out, his finger was coated with her juices, and Santi licked it clean. That wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste her straight from her luscious pussy. Grasping her upper thighs, he dragged her to him and hungrily ate. He licked from top to bottom and pushed his tongue into her channel, greedy in his quest to get every drop. How he loved it when she shook and squirmed, making it tougher to hold her still. She whimpered and cried out his name.

“Santi, I…I…”

He drew back and looked up at her. Breasts quivering, she’d raised a fist to her mouth and tried to stem her words. He would have none of that. “
Cariño, te gusta como te mamo?”

A moan was his answer.

“Chiquito me gustan tus chupadas.
Say it,
cariño.”

“I…I don’t know what it means.”

“Say it,” he repeated.

She said the words, and his cock threatened to explode with his release.

“Please, Santi.”

He dropped his forehead to her thigh and shut his eyes. She took all of his strength and any resistance he considered putting up against her. “I asked if you liked how I suck you, and I instructed you to respond.”

“I told you I like it?”

“Do you?”

“Yes! It’s so good. Make me come, Santi. I need to come so bad I can’t stand it.”

“I will always make you come.”

He buried his face between her legs once again and licked until he had lapped up every drop of her cream. Then he moved to her little bud and sucked there. Her sensitivity meant he had to be careful as he never wanted to hurt her. His
pequeña flor
gave him all of herself, and he didn’t hesitate to take what she offered.

Santi reached up to grab a pillow and placed it alongside Della. “Turn over. You know what I want.”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and sat up to do as he instructed. As she moved, he took in her body, enjoying every curve, the tapering, long legs, the bounce of her breasts, and especially the curve of her ass. She lay with the pillow beneath her hips, and Santi’s cock strained to get to her. He maneuvered her into a better position and kneed her legs apart so he could lie between them. As much as he wanted to have her stretched out under him, he couldn’t stop staring, his gaze drinking her in.

He brought his cock close to her ass and let the tip brush against her skin. Her hips rose off the pillow toward him, and he grasped his shaft to pop against the sweet flesh. Her murmur of pleasure took his lust to a higher notch.

Protection,
he remembered at the last second and found a condom. Sometimes, he dreamed of going bare and sinking deep inside Della to feel every sensation. He leaned down to kiss her back and murmur in her ear. Her response pleased him, and while he bent close, he spread her legs farther and guided his cock into her heat. Della’s soft, round ass pressed against his pelvis, and he shut his eyes, lost in the warmth of her all around his shaft. Her pussy flexed and squeezed his cock, holding on as if it never wanted him to pull out. Oh how he agreed. He desired to stay inside her, to have her under him day in and day out, at his mercy and feverish with need for him and no other man.

Santi reared back on his haunches, keeping Della as tight against him as he could. He thrust forward, driving his cock deeper into her pussy. She flattened her hands on the headboard and pushed back in his shaft. The pleasure drove him insane, and he panted.

Lest he come too soon, he leaned over her, a hand on either side, and watched as he pulled out and then drove in. Slow and easy, he sank into her wetness and enjoyed the sight of his glistening shaft as he withdrew. Just seeing it brought him to the brink of an orgasm, but he held on.
Not yet. Not until she comes again.

“Faster, Santi,” she pleaded, undoing his resolve.

“If I do, I will come,
cariño
. You don’t want that.”

“If you don’t, I’m going to be mad at you,” she warned. To emphasize her point, she wiggled her hips.

“
Soy la leche!
You are a lot of woman, but I will be the one to tame you.”

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest, but he ran a hand over her belly and pressed a firm finger against her clit. At the same time he pumped fast and hard into her pussy. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she screamed. He felt the vibrations racing through her body, being connected to her. Afterward, he let go and reached his ultimate release.

Later, when Santi lay on his back, Della curled against his chest, she looked up at him. “You know sometimes what you say…”

He started. “Did I do something wrong? If so, I’m sorry. Tell me. I will make it right.”

She sighed. “Never mind. Oh, yeah, what does soy uh something mean?”

“Soy la leche,”
he said. “Basically, I am amazing.”

She burst out laughing.

“Is it funny?”

“Not really. You’re something else, but I guess I would expect that much from you by now.”

He stroked her cheek, and his cock stirred as he let his gaze travel downward over her figure. Earlier he had pulled the sheets over her because he’d seen her shivering. Her breasts were hidden from him, and he didn’t like it. However, her comfort came first.

Santi patted her ass and swung away to sit up.

“Where are you going?”

He looked back at her. “I will make it warmer,
si
?”

“It’s comfortable in here.”

“You were shivering. I prefer to take the covers off.” He stood up, and Santi thrilled at seeing the appreciative glance she gave him.

“Well, all you have to do is cover me yourself.” She flung the covers away and rolled to her back.

Santi froze. I need to find condoms—many condoms.

“You are not too tired?” he asked.

She crooked a finger at him. “Come here, and I’ll show you how tired I am.”

Santi climbed onto the bed and proceeded to allow Della to show him while he warmed her body all night long.

Chapter Six

Della felt like death. She didn’t think she’d ever been so tired, and here she was sitting in court alongside Bob and a couple other lawyers at the firm. She’d felt privileged to have this chance when it was offered to her, but she had also made the mistake of staying with Santi. Her lover had hardly stopped touching her all night. In fact, if she remembered correctly they had made love until four and then tried to get some sleep. His sexual appetite was unbelievable.

Okay, focus, Della. This is going to be your livelihood. You better get it straight.

Bob stood and approached the witness stand. Della started. Wasn’t the prosecution cross-examining a second ago? She shook herself and stifled a groan. Blinking until her vision cleared, she focused on Bob. “Mrs. Campbell, could you briefly describe the nature of your relationship with the defendant, Mrs. Sophie Turner, over the past year?”

“The nature?” the woman repeated.

As she had learned, Della made notes regarding Mrs. Campbell’s reaction to the question, the way her gaze darted about. The woman did her best not to look at Mrs. Turner, but her attention returned to the latter again and again. Several facts Della had noted earlier came to mind, and she re-checked what she’d written. The words jumbled on the page, and she recalled instead Santi’s invite. He had asked her to come to Spain with him, but was he serious? When? Now? Later when she finished school?