Page 42 of Hate That Blooms
With two fingers buried in her pussy, I lap at her clit like a starved man who’s been given food, and I don’t just eat.I fucking devour her.I want to feel her body succumb to the pleasure only I bring her.
“Ven por mí, cariño. Ven por tu rey.(Come for me, baby. Come for your king.)” I whisper against her pussy. And like she fucking heard me, she does, tightening around my fingers like a vice.
“Quín,” she moans with a breathy pant.
I freeze. She doesn’t open her eyes, and her chest rises and falls like it does when she’s asleep.My girl dreamt I was the one making her feel good.
“Such a good girl.” I kiss her clit and as I rise to leave, my heart feels a little different, knowing that she wants me just as much as I want her. I grab my phone and stop recording. I turn off the lamp, casting the room into darkness, and make my way back towards the front door. But before I leave, I can’t resist taking one last look, etching this moment into my memory.
With a sense of contentment, I quietly slip out of the house, locking the door behind me and returning the key to its spot. The night air is crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth I felt inside their home. As I make my way back to my truck, I can’t help but smile. I’ve got the taste of her on my tongue. I got to hear my name on her lips as she came. It makes me not want to even bother with the sandwich I made because I would lose the taste of her.
I climb into my truck, sandwich in hand, and as I drive away, I take a bite of my turkey sandwich. It’s not as good as her.
Chapter26
Gabriela
The shrill sound of my alarm makes my head pulse, so reaching over to the bedside table, I hit the button that makes it all stop. Taking a moment to stretch, I look down and realize my underwear is missing and between my thighs is a drying wet spot on the bed.Oh god, I seriously hope I didn’t wet the bed. I wasn’t even that drunk.I run my hands between my thighs and then I remember the dream I had. Quín was between my legs, his tongue doing the most amazing things, and I remember feeling like I came all over his face.Maybe I really came from my dream. How crazy would that be?
Willing myself to get up out of bed, I reach for my yoga shorts and slide them up sans underwear. I grab my phone off the nightstand and head out of my room to Mireya’s, figuring that after last night her tablet must be dead. If I can grab it and charge it before she wakes, I might be able to avoid a meltdown. I slowly open her door and the sound of her soft breathing makes me smile. I tiptoe to her bedside table and grab the tablet, closing the door quietly behind me. My finger taps the home button and the screen lights up. I check the battery percentage, and it’s only at forty-five percent.
There is no way she would have woken up and turned it off herself.
What a strange morning it’s been. This just tells me that drinking isn’t something I need to be doing. My phone pings in the waistband of my shorts and thinking it’s just the group chat, I ignore it to start breakfast and coffee. While the coffee brews, I pull my phone out, and I have more messages than I expected. Nat and Cora were blowing up the group chat with Nat’s shenanigans from after they got back home last night. I laugh while reading them. Then I go back to my messages and see that the unknown number sent me a text.
Good morning, Reina, I hope you slept well.
Joaquín. Still trying to pretend.
I slept fine. I thought I told you I found my king. So why are you still texting me?
That didn’t seem to stop you from coming on my tongue last night.
[VIDEO]
I hit play on the attached video and what plays on my screen makes me gasp. While there’s a light on in my bedroom, there is a blur over the face of the person buried in between my thighs. I was dreaming, but it was also happening. Joaquín somehow got into the house and ate me out while I was passed out in bed. My eyes are glued to my phone screen as I listen to him devour me.
But what makes me mad is that he didn’t wake me up so I could enjoy it being him.
I replay the video and see that he shoved my underwear in his pocket.Well now I know where those went.I turn the volume up and hear my moans, and then I hear his voice. “Ven por mí, cariño. Ven por tu rey.(Come for me, baby. Come for your king.)” Then I moaned his name and that made him pause, and after a moment he leaned forward and whispered,“Good girl.”
I know that it’s him. I’m so fucking done pretending and playing these stupid high school games with him. Time for bold Gabby to come out and play.
I wish you would have woken me up. Tu reina quería montar tu cara. (Your queen wanted to ride your face.)
Wait, what?
I sent Joaquín’s number the next text.
Tu reina quería montar tu cara. (Your queen wanted to ride your face.) Deja de jugar jodidos juegos conmigo, Joaquín. Sé que eres tú, que has sido tú. (Stop playing fucking games with me, Joaquín. I know it's you, that it’s been you.)
He’s not answering, most likely because he’s been busted and is trying to figure out how to fix things.
Don’t text me from the unknown number again. Man up, Joaquín. If you really feel the way you do, let’s work our shit out like adults. You say I’m yours, so start acting like it. I’m taking the key from outside, since that has to be the way you got in the house. You want me—you’re gonna have to actually work for it.
And I meant what I said. I would have ridden that stupidly handsome face of yours if you had woken me up. I was so buzzed I might have even fucked you. Your loss.
I angrily toss my phone on the counter, exhaling deeply, and turning to the coffee machine to pour myself some caffeine to help get me through this Sunday.
