Chapter 160 - Uncontrollable - Feds
Veronica
I don't care if I come across as insatiable, but in my defense, I thought he was dead, and now I just want him all the time. It was an uncontrollable need, and also new. I didn't give a damn how it might seem to him. Since our first time, we hadn't been intimate, I didn't have a honeymoon... I set aside my own prejudices, after all, he was my husband.
"Do you leave the decision to me?" My hand began to massage his groin, he was hard.
"If you decide, you'd fulfill one of my fantasies, which is to make love to you in the car."
"I think..."
It was better to keep driving, someone might see us, it was daytime. But the bold man pinched one of my nipples, and I gave in to the desire.
"Don't think you're getting away with it, you've got me hard, now take care of it, don't be a tease, Veronica."
He said while his mouth kissed my neck. He moved his seat back, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down with expertise. His hand began to give me pleasure.
"Wet..."
He whispered, starting with circular movements around that specific spot, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, occasionally slipping his fingers between the folds. He knew very well what he was doing and didn't stop until I reached that pleasurable shiver.
I hadn't been idle either, I touched him too, my hand wrapped around his shaft. I loved hearing him moan, it was a beautifully sinful situation, yet permissible between two people exploring their bodies.
"Now you're ready for me." He lifted his hips to lower his pants a bit, freeing his virile member completely. "Ride me, beautiful."
His husky voice... doing it in the car was uncomfortable, but it was worse to hold back the heat. My breasts were free, giving my husband a feast. His hands gripped my hips tightly, pushing to invade me deeper. I gave myself completely, the circular movements, the gentle up and down, sometimes strong, sometimes soft, I was in control.
My husband surrendered to the rhythm, one of his hands caressed my center, making circles around the wet spot while he remained inside me. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck and then to my breasts. His tongue circled my nipples, the sensation made me shiver even more. A surge of heat signaled the release was near, Roland's dark gaze confirmed it, he knew, and I began to contract.
"I can't hold it, baby, move faster."
Doing that was succumbing to ecstasy, I think I said it, this body only obeys its master. My skin shivered again, a wave of heat, tremors, and pleasurable contractions overwhelmed me, and I wasn't the only one. He came with me, those loud roars shook me to my core, it was the sound I loved. My breath was ragged, I collapsed onto his chest, his arms held me tightly.
"I love you," I said, kissing his neck, trying to catch my breath.
"Veronica, I have no idea how you do it, but you make me come so easily. I don't know if it's the feelings that help you turn me into mush."
"You're not romantic at all." His laughter made me laugh.
"I think I told you once that I'm not into flowers or chocolates. I offer you truths, Mrs. Sandoval. In my words, your delicious pussy not only tastes and smells amazing, but you also fuck wonderfully. I can't wait until you have more confidence." This man managed to make me blush. "Breathe, baby, you're turning purple." He said between laughs. I moved away a bit, we needed more space in the car. "My dick is cold now."
"I have no idea what to do with you," I confessed.
"Keep fucking me." He said happily. Looking at him, I realized he truly enjoyed making love. "You still don't believe you do it well?"
"In my defense, I haven't tried myself, and you're the first to say so."
"And I'll be the only one with that knowledge, only I will tell you!" He was emphatic, and I burst into laughter. He took me by the neck and kissed me again. "Veronica," his gaze was intense. "I adore you." His kiss was soft, caressing my lips as if worshiping me. "There are wet wipes in the glove compartment, let's clean up. My mother must be waiting for us, and Miguel should be at the ranch."
"Alright," I said with a mischievous smile.
"What is that little head of yours plotting?"
"Nothing."
I said playfully. Is it normal to want him all the time? He winked at me, finished getting dressed, and in less than five minutes, we arrived at Las Alondras Ranch. Saying I wasn't nervous was a blatant lie, I was about to meet my mother-in-law. I sighed when he offered me his hand, I got out of the truck.
"Ready?"
Miguel had already arrived. We were climbing the short stairs to the terrace when Inés's shout stopped us. I stepped aside as she threw herself into Roland's arms, tears streaming down her face. My husband kissed her forehead, trying to calm her down.
"Old girl, I'm fine."
Inés examined him with her trembling hands, running them over his arms as if to make sure it wasn't a dream. They hugged, and I saw him trying to hold back the tears in his eyes. Bless my husband's male ego.
"I'm alive and I hope the Lord grants me many more years."
"Miguel told me. I couldn't sleep, wanting to see you, but I knew you had to sort things out with your wife first."
She wiped the tears from her eyes. Diana, Miguel, and my mother-in-law were watching the scene just like I was. In Roland's mother's arms was Isaac. That baby had many arms willing to hold him. The lady looked at me with so much love and gratitude that I couldn't help but smile back. Roland's groan made me turn my gaze; the image was too funny, as Inés was now giving him playful knocks on the head.
"This, young man, is so you'll never pull this stunt on me again! You have no idea how much I suffered believing you were dead!" She emphasized each word with a tap on his head, and Miguel's laughter was contagious. "And this is for Mrs. Veronica's tears! You rascal!"
"See!" He looked at me. "Since you arrived, no one respects me anymore."
He said, blushing, as we all laughed. Inés hugged him again after hitting him. Miguel took the child in his arms and approached with Diana by his side.
"Roland, let me introduce you to my wife." Diana extended her hand, and Roland hugged her and kissed her forehead.
"Welcome to the family."
Those were his words, and there was a certainty in them that he would protect her too. I was so glad she had come into my friend's life.
"Thank you, Mr. Roland."
"Roland."
He corrected her. The young woman's eyes filled with tears. She looked at me, and I smiled. She approached and hugged me tightly, surprising everyone, including me. I returned the hug. Diana had always been grateful but had never been so affectionate.
"Diana, what's wrong?"
"Thank you for giving me the chance to have a family," she said.
A lump formed in my throat. I had grown up surrounded by love, while she had lacked it all her life until now.
"You know I didn't do it. God had it reserved for you." Inés's arms embraced her.
"And this is my son."
Miguel continued, his eyes thanking me for the gesture with his wife.
"The future heir of the García family," Roland commented.
"The very same."
Miguel handed the baby to Roland, whose terrified expression was priceless. We laughed at his predicament. He handed the baby back to his father and, from his friend's arms, gently caressed the baby. I shook my head slightly. Then he took my hand to lead me to where his mother was waiting.
"Beautiful, let me introduce you to my mom."
"Daughter." Something in me trembled; her tone was very similar to my mother's, which surprised me. "Consuelo." She didn't extend her hand; she hugged me and kissed my forehead. "Thank you, thank you for bringing my son back." Something in that lady touched my soul, and I returned the hug. "Well, now we just need everything to go well tonight with the operation Luisa is leading, and we can start the life we've all desired."
"We will, mother." Roland kissed her forehead and took my hand. "Miguel!" he called. "Join us. We'll be back in a moment, mother. I have a few things to take care of."
"Don't worry, there's plenty of time to talk. Your clothes are already packed." The lady patted my hand.
"Veronica." Roland called me. "Let's go, my love."
Miguel and I followed him, leaving the rest in the house. We reached the stables, where I saw Amón, and next to him, a pregnant Hathor. I approached them and petted their manes. She had about four months left before giving birth. That cowboy role suited Roland well; he looked happy, giving instructions to his people.
"Lara!"
He called someone. A man in his forties, muscular and sunburned, arrived within minutes.
"Yes, boss?"
"Left or right?"
The man furrowed his brows. Miguel and I exchanged glances while my husband's face remained calm.
"I don't understand, sir." He wasn't the only one.
"Just tell me, left or right."
"I'm left-handed, so let's say left." Roland pulled some keys from his jeans and tossed them to Miguel, and then I understood.
"That's our wedding gift."
Miguel's astonished face moved me. He might not be a romantic, but he showed his appreciation and love for his people through actions.
"Lara, let me introduce you to your new boss. He's like a brother to me. Miguel, this is your new foreman."