Chapter 86 Unwanted guests
Valentina loves being a mother. And she really loves indulging Miguel, who lets her. I'm yet again curious about their dynamic. Where was she when he was staying with his father?
The house has four bedrooms, and she directs T.J. where to put his stuff. She also tells him to put my stuff in Miguel's room, which I try to protest to, but she shakes her head very sternly at me.
I don't know how anyone can tell her no. It's both cute and funny.
Miguel is sitting on his "side" of the bed, and the fucking guy proceeds to take the IV line out of his arm.
"You're not supposed to do that!" I tell him with wide eyes.
He chuckles, pressing down on the skin where the needle was in. "There's plasters here in the drawer, could you get me one please?"
"A trained professional is supposed to do that!" I walk over to his side and open the drawer. There are various medical supplies inside, and I open a plaster to give him one.
"I am a trained professional, mouse." He smiles, calling me the nickname he gave me when I didn't know who he was.
"What, you're Superman and a nurse?" I fold my arms, feeling extremely pissed off for some reason.
"A medic." He puts the plaster on. "You're mad."
It's a statement. And he's right. I'm highly fucking irritated.
"Care to tell me why?" He pushes the IV stand away and pulls me to stand in front of him by my jeans' loop.
"Is there something going on with you and Lucille?" I blurt out before I lose the bravery. "Because I just flew all the way from the East Coast to I don't even know what. I don't know what the hell we are. Then I get here, and you already have a girl all over you."
He doesn't look at me like I lost my mind. Instead, he looks as if he's thinking very deeply about what I just said.
"Is Lucille a problem for you?" He asks with a frown. "She's just a colleague."
I'm standing too close to him, his hands on me are making me forget that I don't think Lucille is just a fucking colleague.
"She's not just a colleague, Miguel. She looks at you like someone who is in love, or infatuated at least. She even answers for you." He pulls me closer again, his big hands spreading over the backs of my thighs.
"I'm sorry. That's just our team's dynamic." His eyes are serious on mine. "I'm injured, so it's her job to know all my stats in case I can't speak for myself."
I take in a deep breath, feeling fucking stupid. Yet, she didn't look at him as an injured colleague. She looked at him like he's a man. A man she would like to have for herself, and I'm in her way.
"If you say so." I twist out of his grip again. "I'm gonna take a shower."
I take my stuff into his bathroom. A pang goes through my heart when I pack my girly stuff next to his. Why the hell does all of this just feel so.... Right?
I can smell the amber and musk in his bathroom. That scent does inexplicable things to me. I should've stayed in another bedroom.
I don't know how long I stand under the shower, but when I get out, I find Miguel lying in the bath with his eyes closed.
His eyes snap open immediately, startling me a little, and he lifts himself slowly out of the tub, not bothering to grab a towel to cover his very well endowed nether regions.
"I can't shower yet." He explains, reaching for a towel, his eyes roaming over my wet, naked frame.
I grab a towel from the rail and cover myself. Someone shot in the chest is not supposed to look at me like that.
I stomp out of the bathroom, and quickly get dressed in a silk negligee, tying the towel around my hair. When I turn around, the man is lying spread out on top of the bed in only black boxer briefs.
Good Lord, I'm never going to survive this night.
"Come to bed, please." He murmurs.
I don't want to lie on the same place Lucille did, neither do I want him to lie there, so I go and pull the covers back and get in.
"Take off the towel." He orders.
"My hair is wet."
"I don't care."
He must be a magician, because I do exactly as he says, but I lie back, not looking at him.
"I love having you here." He says in that low voice again. "Thank you for coming."
I turn on my side, propping my head on my hand and tracing the plasters on his chest with my finger.
"Does it hurt?"
He has that intense look in his eyes again, tracing over my face. "Not anymore."
I think he's a little high from the pain meds, because he falls asleep with my finger running circles on his skin, and I lie down next to him, watching his beautiful face until sleep catches up with me too.
I wake up with a moan, my legs spread wide open, fingers rubbing slow circles on my clit, and Miguel licking across my chest and sucking a nipple into his mouth through the silk.
I arch my back, the words on the tip of my tongue that we shouldn't be doing this, he should rest, but then a finger enters me slowly, making me forget that we aren't the only people in the house.
"Ride me." He licks up until he reaches my mouth, and he kisses me slowly, in time with his finger.
"We shouldn't." I say on a moan, but he lies back down and peel his boxer briefs down, his cock laying gloriously there already leaking precum.
He looks heatedly at me before tugging on himself. My mouth waters as I straddle his hips, and he holds me upright so he could enter me. I slowly slide down the tip, throwing my head back at the invasion. He groans, the veins in his neck straining and.....
We abruptly stop when we hear loud shouting coming from the house.
"What the..." Miguel swiftly lifts me off him, and with a speed he didn't have yesterday, pulls a bathrobe from his closet before putting it on and running from the room.
I spy T-shirts and throw one over my head before following him.
Familiar, surprised blue eyes look at me when I get to the open-plan living space, Mr.Cargill looking from Miguel, who has a crying Valentina in his arms, to me.
T.J. too comes running down the hallway, stopping in his tracks at the sight before him.
"Miguel." Mr.Cargill looks accusingly at his son. "What the hell is going on here?"