Page 29 of Blood Spilled
Angel
He stares up at me with half lidded eyes, mussed hair, flushed cheeks and bruised lips. The flames of the nearby fire give his skin a beautiful glow and it glistens with sweat. I lean in, capturing his lips one last time before collapsing on the rug with part of my body landing on his. He turns his face toward mine, appearing completely blissed out and dreamy. “Besame, pendejo,” he whispers softly.
I run my hand over his cheek, my fingers lightly caressing his sweaty skin before leaning in and gently pressing my lips to his. I’m not ready to pull away or leave this room, because I know when I do, this fantasy of him and me will be over. The real world rests outside these walls and I’m not ready to face it. All I want to do is keep kissing him, getting pulled further from our complicated life. We both break apart breathless, covered in sweat and cum. I run my hand down his hip, letting it slide down his perfectly plump ass, slipping my fingers between his cheeks.
I press against the plug, bringing a moan from him. “What pretty sounds you make, mouse. Even if they barely come out louder than a whisper. Maybe I’ll see how loud I can get you to scream tomorrow.”
Santiago stares into my eyes, they are once again cold and unreadable. “Are you going to kill me now?”
I shake my head and slide my finger over his filled hole, teasing the sensitive skin around the plug. “Not tonight ... maybe tomorrow.”
He presses the side of his face against the rug, his nose nudging against the fur and his breathing becomes even. Soft breaths slip between his lips and his face becomes serene. Stroking his cheek with the pad of my thumb sends a buzzing sensation all over my skin. It happens more and more each time I touch him, charging my body with waves of electricity.
It’s not supposed to happen with someone like him and now that we’ve connected in a way we never have before, the intensity grows tenfold.
I have business to tend to, but I'm not ready for rationality to kick in. My mind becomes clearer when he isn't around, but I can leave it submerged in the fog for a little bit longer. Clear minded Angel knows Santiago can never be more than what he is in this room. We are two people who have come together that were always meant to be kept apart. I'm supposed to kill this man and my heart pains me every time I think about it.
For weeks I have questioned my feelings and body's responses. For weeks I have pushed my feelings so deep inside it made me more angry and bitter. The only place for that to all go was toward Santiago. I let it erupt and form into more hate. It made it easier to hate Santiago since I'm allowed to.
“Don't look so lost and hopeless. That's supposed to be me, remember?” His voice comes in a soft whisper. I guess I waswrong to assume he was sleeping or maybe my thoughts were loud enough to wake him.
I turn toward him, preventing myself from touching him again. “Are you hopeless and lost?”
He shakes his head, scooting his face closer to mine. “I guess only time will tell.”
I smile, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “Besame,” he tells me again.
I press a soft and tender kiss to his lips and then another to his nose. “Go to sleep now, little mouse. You're going to need it.”
He shuts his eyes. It doesn't take long for his body to become relaxed and him to release small snores.
I watch him for a little longer before standing up from the floor. After tugging on my pants, I slowly walk outside. Santiago stirs and slightly lifts his head in curiosity. “Go back to sleep, mi mascota. I'm just checking on something. I'll be quick.”
Santiago yawns in response, laying his head back down and I head out the front door.
The air isn't as warm, but there's still a fog of smoke casting over the fields. Most of the fire has already been taken care of and things appear to be getting under control. Someone walks towards me and I reach for my gun, freezing up when I realize it's not there. I never forget my gun. I'm about to head back in the house when I realize the man coming toward me is my older brother, Carlos, with a look of worry on his face.
He glances around and then stares at me with sympathy ridden eyes. “What the hell happened here? Do I even wanna know?”
I shake my head, pressing my fingers between my brows. “I'm not even sure to be honest. Some asshole tried to kill me in my own barn; he’s dead now. I didn't get a chance to question him much. Everything happened so fast. I went to check on everything in the barn and he was in there snooping around,looking for something. He must have set the fields on fire before that. I didn't see anyone else out here.”
“Perhaps he came for Santiago and maybe someone here let him in, wasn’t the property being guarded?”
I shake my head. “You would think he would say that if he did. He said he came here to kill me and nothing else. If he was sent by Santiago's mother, why come alone? You'd think the bitch would be smarter than that and who would have let him in? I only had a few men here tonight, some were out running errands, taking care of other jobs.”
“Unless ... he wasn't sent by her. The man has many enemies who want him to remain dead and maybe it was a new hire.”
“It’s a whole lot of maybes, we will get to the bottom of it either way.”
“And you’re sure you have no idea who the guy was?”
“No, I don't. I told you that already. I've never seen the guy before. All I know is he didn't speak very much English and he appeared to be alone.”
“You're sure?” Carlos eyes me up and down taking notice of me wearing nothing more than a pair of wrinkled pants and shoes. I clear my throat, getting his eyes to meet mine again. “Neither me or the other guys found anyone else. I told you that.”
He walks past me, sighing heavily. “I need to show you something, but I'm not even sure it matters at this point.”
“What do you mean?”
