“Ugh, I don’t wanna. I’m so tired,” I groan, pouting that I was disturbed from such a peaceful nap.
“Stop it, we need to hurry. I need to get the right outfit to look hot.”
“You already do, Low. The outfit doesn’t make you look hot. It’s just an added bonus, baby,” I say, following her down the plane’s steps and to the black Escalade SUVs waiting on the tarmac.
Dario, Willow, Catalina, and I climb into one SUV along with Alejandro, Dario’s bodyguard and today’s driver. I say hello, and he nods his head to greet me. Niccolo, Isabella, Alessio, and Chiara follow behind us in a separate SUV as we make our way to Willow and I’s apartment.
“So, we’re making a quick pit stop at your apartment to pick up your clothes and then we’ll go back to my house to get dressed,” Dario announces.
“Is everyone going, or? Because we don’t have to go, I can always wear something from the luggage I took to Shreveport,” Willow says.
“No, they’re going to the ranch to get ready themselves and talk business. And while you’ll look spectacular in anything or nothing, we’re okay with going to check out your apartment. Aren’t we,Big Daddy?” Catalina teases, causing Dario to shake his head and roll hiseyes from her obvious antics to get him to blow a gasket.
“She’s right, baby girl. Anything you or Sonny need and want, we’ll do it for you,” Dario answers, winking at Willow and me.
A few minutes later, we pull up to the parking garage of my penthouse apartment. The parking attendant, Mr. Martinez, lets us through when he sees Willow’s huge smile from the backseat. She teases him in Spanish, which I can’t quite keep up with, but the older man belly laughs and tells her that they’ll catch up later.
We take my private elevator upstairs, and as soon as the doors open, Dario, Catalina, and Alejandro sweep the area and yell for Willow and me to enter. We each go to our rooms and gather some nice outfit options. I walk to my office to check on something, when Willow comes out of her room and decides against it.
“Alright, let’s go. We have two hours until we need to be at our date night spot,” Dario informs.
“So we don’t get to know where we’re going, huh?” I ask, pouting and fluttering my eyelashes for him to break and tell us where we’re going.
“No, and that face won’t work on me. I want to surprise you both,” he replies.
Well, I guess we’re in for a surprising and wild night.
Breakfast by Dove Cameron
AfterSonny and Willow quickly grabbed a few hot outfits for tonight, we headed back to Dario’s ranch to get ready. We’re going to Alejandro’s wife’s hot new restaurant spot here in El Paso. She’s opened a few places all over Texas and the fire-ass authentic Mexican food has seriously been a hit. It’s the best I’ve ever had and one of the reasons why everyone loves to go there. Willow and Sonny have no idea; we just want to surprise them with a fun night with people we know and where we’ll be safe.
“Does my hair look okay?” Willow asks, her black and purple streaked hair curled and just a whisper above her shoulders.
“Of course it does,tesoruccia. You look absolutely perfect, especially with that tight, black, slip dress. Come here,” Isabella replies, moving her fingers in acome heremotion. Willow approaches her and she grips her chin softly as she looks into hereyes. Their connection is so evident to everyone. It should make me jealous, but it doesn’t. They’re both beautiful women and I’m one of the lucky ones who gets to be with them forever. Nothing else matters. Isabella leans in and gives her a soft peck on the lips, making Willow’s cheeks dust a lovely pink hue. I fan myself from how hot it’s getting in here, the tension growing. Willow’s curves are to die for, making the dress look scrumptious. Her black stiletto heels with red bottoms are on full display when she showcases the slit on her dress. If we don’t get out of here soon, we won’t be making it to our dinner date.
“Thank you,corazón. You look good enough to eat in that white, silk dress.” Willow winks as I chuckle in the background. That she does. Isabella always looks good, but she’s showing off tonight. Her wavy, brown hair is in a low, tight, slick bun with dangling, pearl hoop earrings. She looks gorgeous, I’m so lucky to have fallen in love with her.
“You both look delicious, my loves. Are y’all ready to go?” I ask, looking at the wall of monitors in my bathroom.
“Yes, I’m ready,” Willow and Isabella answer simultaneously. I nod and proceed to my door. Isabella grabs my hand and I turn around to see my girls smiling back at me.
“What are y’all up to?”
“You look so fucking hot in that red dress,Mammina. And those killer black heels suit you so well, baby. I can’t wait to get back and take it off. Willow and I want to worship you tonight,” Isabella says. She and Willow giggle and blow me a kiss. I shake my head, smiling that they think they’ll worship me tonight when I know I’ll use my favorite toy to make them come for hours.
Turning around, we spot the boys waiting in the living room. They lift their heads from being buried in their phones. They doa double take, and each of their eyes can be felt as they travel up and down our bodies. The room grows so thick with sexual tension that you could cut it with a knife as we all stare at each other. I feast my gaze on how hot Dario looks with his usual get-up of a black dress shirt, denim jeans, and his shined, brown cowboy boots. But something about tonight makes him look even hotter, urging me to take Daddy for a ride. I definitely want to take that saying, ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy’ for a test drive.
Niccolo whistles and we all come out of our lust-filled haze, laughing. “Damn, y’all look so fucking hot. I’ll get on my knees for you, Mommy,” Sonny says, desire in his eyes, looking straight at me.
Lifting my eyebrow, his statement catches me off guard, but I’ll be more than willing to make that happen. I smile and he mirrors my action as the guys clear their throats. We both look away and the girls and I continue our ascent to where they are seated. Niccolo is the first to rise from his seat with Dario and Sonny follow.
In a line, we each kiss the guys briefly on the lips when Dario grabs my hand. “He’s right, you know. Anybody would be lucky to worship you on their knees. Too bad they won’t know what that’s like because you’re ours,” Dario whispers huskily in my ear, causing shivers down my spine and my pussy to drip with want. His hot breath is almost too much, I look him in his hazel green eyes that are filled with longing, showcasing a darker shade, and I’m ready to fulfill his every need.
“C’mon,diablita. We better get going. Alejandro says we need to get there now before the evening rush starts. There are too many variables open for an ambush,” Dario states with a serious face.
I nod and we proceed outside to the two SUVs waiting for us. Alessio stays behind to work with our guards and coordinatetomorrow’s meeting. Chiara, however, will tag along with her girlfriend and our second-in-command bodyguard, Camila, in the SUV with Niccolo, Isabella, and Willow. Dario, Sonny, and I climb in the front SUV while Alejandro drives us to his wife’s restaurant.
Arriving at Alejandro’s wife’s restaurant, Ale Fantasía, we quickly exit the vehicle. Alejandro, Chiara, Camila, and I scope the area, looking for anyone who looks suspicious. When Dario and Niccolo get everyone inside, we follow behind them.
