Page 26 of Blood Spilled
“You got it boss; more men are already on their way to help. Diego called them as soon as he smelled the smoke and heard the gunshot.”
More men come running down the hill, approaching the flames. Santiago’s eyes blink open and he stares up at me with those mesmerizing deep green eyes. “I don't know why I did that. Why would I care if you die?”
I tuck a loose curl behind his ear. “Maybe the same reason I can't bear the thought of it happening to you. Not everything has to make sense. Sometimes the best things in life don't. Sometimes the best things in life are the ones you once thought were the worst.”
Santiago tilts his head. “The weird thing is, I'm not sure anything has ever made more sense until now.”
I press my lips to his, unable to stop myself anymore. His hand gets lost in my hair as I lift him higher in my arms and carry him between the burning fields with my mouth never parting from his. This passion and desire flowing between us burns brighter than the rising flames surrounding us. I set him on the steps of the back porch. When I stare down at him through the smoke and fog, I'm seeing things more clearly than I ever did during a perfectly clear sunny day.
He leans back against the steps, eyes full of desire and need. His legs spread apart and the empty space between them allows my eyes better access to the tenting in his sweats. I lick my lips, moving closer, covering his body with my own. My nose presses to his and he pants against my lips.
We are breathing the same air and his body leaning against mine is the perfect kind of pressure, making me feel more grounded. I seal my lips over his, slowly moving my lips against them while slipping my tongue inside. It’s the perfect pace for us. I want to take my time tasting him, letting our tongues get acquainted.
The fire was still far enough away for me not to worry about it reaching us. My men were already getting it under control, I couldn't stop it any faster even if I tried; I couldn't stop my body from being pulled to his either. My hand moves up his shirt, caressing the warm skin of his stomach as our tongues continue to tangle together.
My kisses move from his lips down to his neck and I lick along his collarbone, causing his body to shudder. Lifting him onto the porch, I lay him out on his back, desperate to slip his pants off. Thankfully, the elastic on the sweatpants makes it easy for me to remove them in one quick tug. I yank my belt from the loops and he stops me from unbuttoning my pants.
“Not here, not like this.”
The fire reflects in his green irises reminding me everything is burning around us, and we are both visible to many eyes. “No, not like this,” I repeat his words.
There is more shouting coming from around us. “What the hell happened here, Boss?”
My eyes struggle to pull away from Santiago’s, so they don't, and I ignore Jason's question. There is more shouting, and Jason is yelling for people to take certain areas that aren’t being covered.
“Boss!” Jason yells again. “I sent a message to your brothers, requesting more help in case we need it, but it looks like we will be able to save most of the crops based on the progress we are making. Boss, are you listening?”
I stare back at Jason, running a hand through my hair. “Yes, I’m glad you called my brothers and I’m glad everything is under control. There's one other thing I need to handle right now, and I trust in you all to take care of the fire. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if you were where you were supposed to be. We will talk about why you decided to leave your station without informing anyone later.”
Abe, one of my other men, looks between me and Santiago. “Exactly what’s going on here, Boss?”
“Something that has become completely out of my control.” I lift Santiago up in my arms and head up the steps, not looking back. I kick the door shut behind me, not bothering to lock it with my men outside.
Hurrying up the stairs with Santiago in my arms, I don't miss the confusion in his eyes. “Should you be trusting me this way?”
I shake my head. “There are a lot of things I shouldn’t be doing and carrying you off to my room is one of them, but here we are.”
“Why do it then?”
“Because all my life there has been something missing and now that I found it, nothing else matters. Turns out the one thing I’ve been looking for your whole life has been there all along, hiding behind someone else. I think it's time I set him free.”
His eyes melt into mine, his lips curving into a slight smile. “You already have.”
I gently drop him onto the bed and he perches himself up on his elbows, staring at me with that same sense of longing that was there the first day he came here. I can no longer ignore it. I tear off my clothes and his eyes never leave me. I crawl onto the bed, inching toward him and before my lips can reach his, he presses a knife to my throat.
“I think we should get a few things straight first. I may have saved your life out there, but if you ever let your men touch me again, it will be you I'm shooting in the head instead. You have a lot to make up for and it will first start with your mouth wrapped around my cock.”
My lips form into a smirk. “Such hardships I have to endure.”
Santiago runs the blade slightly over my neck just hard enough to break the skin. The cut isn't deep enough to cause any real damage, but enough for a drop of blood to fall onto the mattress.He swipes his tongue against the wound. “We all have to start somewhere.”
I snatch the blade from his hand. “My turn.”
I run the blade down the side of his neck gently, trailing it down his chest, cutting the material of his shirt until there is a large tear down the middle. I pull what remains of it apart with my hands, letting it fall to shreds around his body. When tracing the old scars that cover parts of his skin, I can't stop the tightness in my chest, knowing I only added to them. He takes my face in his hands.
“None of it matters right now. What you did and what I did are all in the past. But this …” He sucks in a breath. “This is happening now, and I’d rather move forward than backward.”
I nod and drop my face to his flushed cock. His tip is angry and red, leaking drops of precum that call to my hungry mouth. I take him so far into my mouth he hits the back of my throat. I get lost in his smooth skin moving against my swirling tongue and the salty taste of him as my mouth bobs up and down his long length. He bucks his hips and I grip onto the side of his body, holding him down on the mattress.
