Page 38 of Hunted By the Cartel

As much as part of me didn't want to do that, it knew I was right. We had to go to a better place so we could talk freely.

He smirked, his eyes glittering with unspoken promises. "Lead the way, Rowan. I'm all ears."

We ended up at a secluded park, a place we had never been to before. As we sat on a bench beneath the shade of a towering oak tree, the weight of our unresolved issues hung heavy between us.

"Start talking, Rowan," Diego prompted, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His gaze was intense, and I knew he was waiting for my explanation. He wanted to hear everything. Luckily for him, I was thinking a lot about what to say this entire time.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "Diego, I know our separation must have seemed abrupt and confusing. But I want you to understand that it was never about us. It was about ensuring my safety and that of our child."

I exhaled, wondering what he was going to say. I wondered if he understood me.

Then, his eyes softened as he thought about Aurora, and a range of emotions flashed across his face: tenderness, concern, and resolve. "Our child," he repeated, his voice gentle. "I know, Rowan. You've made a brave decision."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, Diego. I'm relieved it seems you understand. My decision to turn myself in and cooperate with the police was to protect our future together. In the end, it all worked out in our favor."

Diego was silent for a moment, processing my words. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, and he reached for my hand, entwining our fingers. "Our child," he repeated, wonder in his voice. "You've done the right thing, Rowan. I couldn't be happier about this. I thought you had made a mistake, but now I see that differently."

I felt a weight lift from my shoulders, and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. "I'm glad you're happy about it, Diego. I know our situation is complicated, but I want us to be a family. Our child deserves that."

He pulled me into his arms, holding me close, and I breathed in his familiar scent, feeling safe and loved. How much I had missed it. I couldn't live without his presence.

"We will be a family, Rowan. I promise you that. I'll do everything in my power to protect what we have together. We've been through too much and have to make up for lost time."

As we sat there, embraced in the warmth of our rekindled connection, I knew that our love was stronger than the challenges we had faced. With Diego by my side, I could do anything.

The pain of our separation seemed to melt away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and determination.

Diego's lips found mine, and our kiss was filled with all the passion and intensity that had been building during our time apart. It was as if we were discovering each other anew, our bodies igniting with a familiar flame. I was feeling so peaceful.

"Let's go home, Rowan," Diego murmured against my lips. "I want to be with you, to feel you around me again. And I know how much you want to do that too."

I nodded, my body thrumming with anticipation. Home. It was where I wanted to be with him. It was a long time since I was last there. It was going to be different, walking into that place again.

As we drove back to my place, the tension between us thickened, filling the car with palpable electricity. Diego's eyes darkened with desire, and he reached over, his hand sliding up my thigh. Even now, he couldn't stop thinking about my body. He wanted every part of me.

"I've missed you, omega," he growled, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin behind my ear. Oh, God. I melted under his presence.

A shiver ran through me, and I leaned closer, my breath quickening. "I've missed you too, Diego. So much. We can do everything we've always wanted now."

By the time we reached my house, we were a tangle of limbs and hungry mouths. Diego kicked the door shut behind us, and I backed him against it, claiming his lips with a ferocity that matched my own longing. We sure were already making up for lost time.

His hands roamed over my body, igniting every nerve ending, and I moaned into his mouth, desperate for more. He swept me into his arms and carried me toward the bedroom, our lips never parting. I gasped. His hunger for me was unmatched.

The moment we crossed the threshold, Diego lowered me to my feet, and I wasted no time in tugging at his shirt, eager to feel the hard planes of his chest beneath my hands. He obliged, shedding his clothes with an eagerness that mirrored my own.

Our bodies came together, skin on skin, and I felt the familiar heat of his cock pressing against my entrance. It was different this time. He was more careful. I never thought he could be like that, but he was. He was behaving like that because of our child.

Diego paused, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Please, Diego. I need you. Don't hold back."

With a growl, he thrust into me, filling me completely. I arched my back, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he began to move, each stroke reminding me of how powerful he was.

Our passion built, our bodies moving in perfect sync, and I cried out as pleasure washed over me, my release coating our joined bodies. Diego followed soon after, his seed spilling into me as he knotted.

Collapsing onto the bed, Diego pulled me into his arms, our sweat-dampened bodies entwined. I felt his lips against my ear, his voice a husky whisper. I shivered slightly.

"I want to protect you, Rowan, and our little one. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. That's my promise to you."

I turned in his arms, my eyes meeting his. "I know you will, Diego. And I trust you. I know you are capable of doing anything."

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