“Why does that not surprise me?” Elias shakes his head. “Frankie, pleasure as always.” He raises his glass at me, his tone full of sarcasm.
My eyes squint at him. “Elias, whatever crawled up your ass, get one of those two to pull it out.” I point to Ezekiel and Esterio.
“Not it.” Ezekiel holds up his hands.
“You being here isn’t a good idea, Frankie. Do you think this is a joke? You think someone actively trying to kill us is a joke?” Elias asks.
“Of course I don’t.”
“Then how the fuck do you expect him…” He points at Emilio. “…to focus on staying alive if you’re here, and his sole purpose is to keep you alive?”
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that, Elias,” Emilio growls in Spanish.
All the brothers then start arguing, so fast I can’t actually keep up with what they’re saying.
Alfie pulls me back towards him. “You sure this is the family you want to be in bed with, sissy? They’re kinda insane.”
“He’s worth it,” I tell Alfie.
“If you say so,” my brother grunts.
“Come on.” Emilio takes my hand and leads me out of the room.
“Where are you taking her?” Alfie asks.
“To read a book.” Emilio smirks at my brother.
“Fucking asshole.” Alfie stomps over towards where Elias is at the bar and picks up a bottle of whiskey.
Emilio and I manage to make it upstairs to his bedroom before anyone can stop us. He locks the door. “I really wish you had stayed home, but fuck am I glad you’re here too,” he says.
I walk farther into the bedroom. I’ve been in here before, just not as Emilio’s girlfriend. Usually it was me arguing with him about him being bossy and nosey. There were always thoughts, though. I’d picture Emilio pushing me up against the wall, throwing me on the massive bed, and having his way with me.
The room is very Emilio. Dark. All the furniture is dark wood and the room is dressed with navy fabrics.
“You know there are things I always wanted to do on this bed.”
“You tired, Frankie? Want to sleep?” Emilio’s lips tip up at the side.
“Nope.” I shake my head and stand at the edge of the mattress. “It’s hot in here. Are you hot?” I ask as I pull my dress over my shoulders. I’m wearing a black lace matching bra and panty set. I kick off my shoes.
Emilio hasn’t moved. “What are the things you want to do on this bed?”
I reach behind my back and unclip my bra, letting it drop to the floor right next to my dress. I’ve never been ashamed of mybody, but I’ve also never been as confident as when Emilio looks at me with that heat in his eyes.
“I’ve always wanted to know what these sheets would feel like against my naked skin. They’ve always looked so soft,” I tell him as I lean over, pulling my panties down my legs. Then I climb onto the bed. “I pictured myself spread out in the middle. You would be standing right at the end.”
As I lie down on the bed, opening my legs, Emilio walks over. He stops at the foot and stares down at me. “Right here?”
“Yes.” My fingers trail over my breast, slowly traveling down my stomach. I can feel myself getting wet. I’m sure Emilio can see the evidence of my arousal.
“And then what happens?” he asks.
“You watch,” I say as my fingers travel farther south.
“Watch? I’d much rather be touching, doing.” Emilio’s knee lands on the mattress.
“Nope. You watch first.” I shake my head at him, and he stands again. My fingers slide through my wet folds and I suck in a breath.