"No?" She arches an eyebrow and bites back a smile.
“Nope. I'm picking you up now, so fair warning." I rise and throw her over my shoulder and slap her ass while going into the bathroom.
She giggles, and I'm relieved I didn't frighten her. I set her down, turn on the shower, and consume her lips some more.
"Shower games are my specialty," I boast.
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm." I stick my hand in the water to check the temperature then move us in.
After I give her a few more orgasms, I diligently wash every inch of her flesh and give her a head massage with the shampoo.
"Oh, they have conditioner!" she squeals.
"Is that important?"
She gasps. "Yes."
Amused I ask. "Do we need to steal some to take with us?"
Her eyes widen, and she whispers, "Can we?"
"Whatever you want, I'll make happen, Flower," I arrogantly promise her, and when we get out, I take a Ziplock bag from my backpack and pour half the bottle in it.
"My hero," she teases.
I put my hand over my ear. "Sorry. What did you say? I didn't hear you?"
She playfully swats my arm then pushes my chest so I fall back on the bed, and she straddles me. She says something.
"That's super sexy, but I have no idea what you just said. No español."
"I just spoke in Portuguese."
"Oh. Well, I don't speak that, either."
So much happiness radiates off her that I make a mental note to wake her up by making her come every morning. Not that anyone would have to pressure me or anything.
She leans down and continues talking in Portuguese between kissing my lips, and neck, and chest.
I don't know what she's saying, but it's the sexiest thing I've ever had anyone do to me, and the bonus is when she glides her perfect body lower and licks me like an ice cream cone that's melting on every side.
I grunt, and she lifts her head so her blue eyes are gazing into mine and says something else that just makes my cock throb harder before she deep throats me like I'm her dinner and she hasn't been fed.
"Fuuuuuck, Flower," I growl.
She begins to moan while sucking me off and reaches for my hands and yanks them to her head.
And she just became even sexier.
I slide them through her hair and grip her while she uses her tongue and mouth and hands to do things to me that if I were standing would bring me to my knees.
When she's done, she shimmies up my body, licking her lips and murmurs in my ear, "Thanks for the snack."
I roll her on her back. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you?"
She smirks.
"Thank you, Jesus," I growl, and she laughs.
We get changed and sneak quietly down the hall. The guest bedrooms are all empty, so we descend onto the main level and then go outside to the other building.
The darkness is turning to morning light and it reveals more of the estate. Jungle surrounds us, but three buildings are on the property. One is the main house, and I assume the other two are a guesthouse and barn.
"Pick a building, any building," I tease.
"Maybe we should break all the buildings in before we leave."
"I'm seriously starting to think I'm a really hot stud."
She reaches up and pats my cheek. "You are a really hot stud."
"Good answer. I think I'll have to give you something extra for pumping my ego up so much. Next time we see Dirk, can you remind him how I'm the hot one?"
"What about Ryker? Should I tell him?"
"Nah. He has to deal with Julieta. That's enough misery for one guy."
Vanessa stops. "Don't say that about Julieta."
"I was only kidding."
"No, you weren't. She's been through a lot."
Guilt rears its ugly head. "You're right. I'm sorry."
"Can you try harder to not fight with her?"
"I was only kidding, but I shouldn't joke. And I hope she was drunk last night and not serious about what she talked about doing."
Vanessa's face hardens.
"What?"
She quietly says, "Did you think I was drunk?"
And there goes your mouth messing everything up again.
"No, Flower. Do we need to talk about that again? Because—"
"There are reasons she feels that way and would even consider doing something like that."
My stomach twists. "I'm sorry I said that. I wasn't thinking."
"Try to be nicer to her, okay? Kill her with kindness."
"All right. I will. It was a bad joke. I honestly didn't mean anything by it."
"Okay."
We get to the front door and knock. I lean down to Vanessa's ear. "Do you want to punish me for my bad behavior later?"
She elbows me, and the door opens.
Julieta has wet hair and is...well, she looks like she's glowing, which makes me a bit uncomfortable. "Good morning," she chirps and steps back so we can come in.
"Morning," Vanessa cheerfully responds and hugs her.
"Here, have this coffee. I just poured it and started another pot."
"Ummm...thank you." I take the mug and want to take a sip but wonder if maybe she poisoned it.
"Don't stand at the door. Come in."
We go inside, and Ryker comes out of the other room with wet hair and a towel. "Morning."
I throw him his backpack. "You left this at the house."
"Thanks. I'll go change." He leaves the room and comes back within minutes.
Julieta picks up a coffee cup on the counter and hands it to him.
"Did you get one?" he asks.
She smiles. "I've got another pot on. It won't take long."
"Why don't you have this one? I can wait."
"No, it's okay. You have it."
"You sure? I'll take the next one."
What the...
Vanessa raises her eyebrows and bites her lip.
Ryker takes a sip. "Mmm. Here, have a sip." He holds the mug out to her, and she drinks.
Oh my God. He screwed her.
No. Not Julieta.
Vanessa clears her throat. "This is a nice place. The decor is amazing. You had an awesome designer. For the main house, too." The guesthouse matches the bright colors the other place has.
Julieta glances around. "Thanks. I did it."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. It should be photographed for a magazine."
"She's right. You have some mad skills," I offer.
"Well, thank you, Hunter."
"Agreed. You have A plus plus plus skills," Ryker says.
She beams.
Oh, he didn't.
Vanessa spins so her back is to them, and her eyes widen.
"Sorry to break up your party, but we need to get going."
"Two minutes, and we'll have coffee for the road," Julieta replies. "There should be a thermos somewhere around here." She bends and sorts through things in a floor cabinet.
Ryker stares at her ass with a giddy expression.
I hand Ryker his gun. "You left this in the house last night, too."
You were obviously preoccupied.