Taking my hand, she steps back. “You ready to get out of here?”
“A million times, yes.”
She lets go and pounces on the bed, sits, and pats the spot next to her. “Brisa has agreed to do the social media thing. I gave her my card to book our trip.” She pats the bed again, and I watch her eyes begin to light up.
She moves over and sits on her knees to face me. “Ranger looked super annoyed, but I think it’ll be fun.” She grins and continues, “So, Brisa wants to see some of the natural wonders, which I think will be amazing.” She naps her fingers. “Shoot, is, like, sixty days okay? Will—”
“Traveling around the world with you is more than okay.”
She lunges at me and hugs me. I allow myself to fall to my back, and she continues, “Norway has a place called Preachers Pulpit. So, if you’re into big rocks, that’s kind of cool.” She straddles me.
“I’m into whatever you are.”
“Well, we have that in common.” She leans down and kisses me then sits back. “The Great Wall of China.” She kisses me on the cheek, sits back up, winds her hair up in her hand, and then slips the elastic band from her wrist and does something that causes it to end up in a mess, a beautiful mess of a bun on top of her head. “The Pyramids in Egypt.” She kisses me again, and this time, as she sits, she shrugs off the white hoodie she has on. “Mozambique.” She kisses my cheek then sits as she grabs the hem of her tank top, pulls it up, and tosses it across the bed. “Are you tired yet? Because if you think that’s too much, I promise it won’t. We’ll have plenty of chill time between legs of the journey.”
Her lacy white bra against her sun-kissed skin, stunning.
“I’m already enjoying the journey. I can’t wait to hear where we’ll go next.”
“Argentina.” She grins as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. It falls from her body, exposing her perfect breasts, her nipples hard and begging to be taken care of.
I start to sit up “I think I’ll lick Argentina breast.”
Giggling, she pushes me back. “Translations a bit off, huh?”
“Absolutely not,” I say, running my hand up her soft abdomen, cupping her breast and rubbing my thumb over her peaked nipple.
She arches her back and groans as she stands up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I grab her ankles.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her linen shorts, she smirks. “After Argentina, Peru.” She shimmies them down and crooks her finger at me. I sit up, and she holds my shoulder to step out of one leg then the next. Then she bends down and kisses my head.
Hands on her ass, eyeball-to-eyeball with her lacy white panties, I rub my nose across them and whisper, “I can safely say that I love where this trip is going.” I look up. “Please tell me there’s another stop.”
“Why, dear husband, there is.”
Kissing her belly, I hook and begin pulling her panties down.
“Aren’t you curious as to where the next stop is?”
“I’m an intelligent man, Mrs. Arias. I am quite certain I know exactly where the next stop is.” I quickly remove her panties, garb her up, and place her on her back.
Laughing, she squeals, “Last stop, Mexico.” She spreads her legs wide enough to accommodate me, reaches inside of my boxers, and pulls me by my cock to her entrance.
“You may take the lead anytime you wish, Mrs. Arias,” I say before thrusting fully inside of her.
~~~
Tangled in one another’s arms, she tells me of her and Brisa’s exchange and that she has confirmed with Brisa the things Marcello told her last night. She said her brother seemed to already know, but she was sure that her parents didn’t tell him.
“I think this trip will be amazing. Healing even.” She props her head up on my chest, kisses the flesh above my heart, and says, “We’ll have plenty of downtime.”
“Any time with you is a treasure.”
“And if it gets too annoying, we can just go wherever you want to go. And if I get too annoying, you can just tell me to go annoy Brisa. She’s used to it.”
“Your sister loves you, Tris. And I want nothing more than to see you and her relationship healed.”
“Speaking of healing.” She smiles and taps my chest. “The place in Mexico is said to have magical healing powers.”
Looking in her eyes, I try to gauge where she’s at mentally right now. There are no clouds, but …
She interrupts my thoughts. “I’m fine. Took my pill, and the gray monster, delusion, is on its leash, but hope’s alive and kicking.”
“You know that I have long accepted my fate.”
“I do. I completely understand it. I also know that I never believed in miracles, and you made me a believer.”
“Tris, I—”
“I know you’re doing everything you can to stay here with me.”
“My forever is with you.”
“And mine with you.” I start to reply, and she kisses my chest. “Here, Matteo.” She then holds her hand over her chest. “And here.”
We kiss like we did before, and as much as I love the passionate kisses with her, this kind, the soft, sweet, loving kind of kisses we share, they calm my heart.
When my phone rings from where I left it in the bathroom, I am brought back to a place of discontent.
“Are you going to get that?”
“No.”
She searches my eyes. “I’m here, I’m fine, I’m yours. Talk to me.”
~~~
Carlos sits next to me. Tris insisted that, if she wasn’t here, that he be. I also didn’t miss the fact that Zandor was sitting in a jag across the way.
“You’re lucky I was available today, Matteo,” Carlos says, pulling my attention back to him from Zandor.
“Yes, I appreciate it.” I look down at my tea.
“I had plans. A wedding.”
I look up at him. “Again, I apologize for not being able to foresee the future.”
“Apology accepted.” He acts as if he possibly may truly accept it. However, knowing Carlos, he doesn’t.
“Well, isn’t she a stunner. A regular Jackie O.” He stands as Melyssa Effisto approaches. Sabato is not with her. I begrudgingly follow suit.
He kisses her cheeks, and I extend a hand.
“I’ve got thirty minutes.” She smiles as she sits. “Let’s make the most of that, shall we?” She opens her leather bag and pulls out a file, sets in on the table, and then pulls out some sort of device, sets it next to it, and hits a button.
“Is that a recording device?”
“No. Actually, it’s kind of the opposite. It scrambles airwaves and …” She stops and shakes her head. “Thor used to be a detective, and he’s very protective. It’s to make sure those who would use the information to hurt others don’t have the chance.” She looks around and smiles. “Not that I think Zandor is one of them, but—”
“I did not ask him to come.”
“Yeah, well, you’ll get that.” She shrugs. “It’s cool, though. Comes from a good place, but other people … not so much.”