I woke up at 11pm. I was so hungry. I put on my robe and walked out of my room towards Maximo’s room, which was empty. I guess he still was not home. I decided to make a sandwich and go sit on the patio. I poured myself a glass of red wine and walked out to the patio. It was warm outside with a slight breeze. The moon was bright and the waves were loud tonight.
I ate my sandwich and finished my wine. I went back in the kitchen and grabbed the rest of the bottle. As I was turning to walk back outside, I saw him standing there in the doorway.
“Hello, mi amor.” I had almost dropped the bottle.
“Hey.” I said back weakly. I had not spoken to him in 4 days and we were to be married in 3 days and all’s we could say to each other is hey and hello. He walked towards me grabbing the wine and set it back on the counter. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in. He dug his nose in my neck and kissed it softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged my face into his chest. He smelt like gunpowder and whiskey.
“You smell so good.” He breathed on my skin, running his hands down my back. He grabbed my ass. “No panties?” He smiled. He pulled my silk robe up my back to expose my ass. He worked his hands to my front and untied my robe, pulling it off my shoulders. He pushed me back into the counter and kissed me hard before lifting me up and setting me on the counter. He sucked on my nipples and pushed me back to lie down. He pulled my legs onto his shoulders and kissed my pussy, running his finger down the slit before pushing it in my vagina. He spread the flesh with his thumb and started to lick and suck my clit. I moaned and wiggled in excitement
I wrapped my legs tightly around his neck when I came. He smiled and slapped my pussy before pulling me off the counter and turning me around, laying my front down on the counter. He pulled his pants down and slapped my ass before inserting himself in me. He fucked me hard. I moaned and threw my head back. He grabbed my throat and pulled my head back even farther before kissing my back between my shoulder blades. He slapped my ass and pounded me harder. He came and held me for a minute before backing up and pulling up his pants. He slapped my ass one more time before leaving the room.
I stood there for a minute before putting my robe back on. That’s it? He just left? Whatever, I thought. I grabbed the wine and went back outside. I walked over to the hot tub and removed the top. I knew the guard had seen Maximo and me inside, but he never looked at me or helped me remove the top. I grabbed my wine glass and bottle and removed my robe before getting in the spa. I let the warmth and bubbles hug my body and looked up at the stars.
Claire had walked outside. “Hey!” She said excitedly walking over to the spa. She took off her robe exposing her bikini. “Oh, do you want privacy?” She noticed I was naked.
“No, Claire, you’re fine. Come on in.” I smiled. She smiled nervously and got in.
“Any of that left?” She pointed to the wine bottle.
“Nope.” I smiled. “It’s my favorite. Jesus started having it stocked when he figured out it was my favorite.”
“Is that the man you are going to marry?” She asked. I started to laugh hysterically. She laughed nervously.
“Oh god no!” I laughed. “I’m marrying his son, Maximo.” She smiled.
“The handsome one with dark hair and eyes?” I nodded. “Oh, you lucky bitch!” she said jokingly and laughed. “He’s hot.”
“Yeah, a hot cartel leader with a temper, how lovely.” The guard snorted. “How about you stop worrying about our conversation and get us more wine?” He huffed then walked inside towards the wine cellar. He came back shortly after with 2 bottles of champagne. He walked over to the hot tub and handed them to me. “Open them.” I said with a cute smile. He looked as though he might kill me. “Please?” I got up and crossed my arms across my chest with a pouty lip. I saw Claire eyeing my body. “Satisfied?” I laughed. She got nervous and looked away, blushing.
“You’re just so beautiful, Fallon. I don’t know why you chose me but I just wanted to thank you again.” The guard had set our champagne down beside us. I lifted one and motioned ‘cheers’ to Claire. She returned the gesture and took a big sip.
“I’m a lot of things, Claire, but I am not the best person. You are welcome for the opportunity. Just don’t disappoint me.” We spent the night talking and laughing. The guard brought us some cigarettes and we smoked a few before Claire asked if I ever smoked pot. Then the guard brought us weed and we smoked and drank and laughed the night away.