He held her chin. "How attached are you to this guy?"
She pondered for a second.
"Let me rephrase it so we understand each other: how attached are you to this guy being alive?"
She shook her head admonishingly. "He's an associate of James's without a plus one for the wedding. Just like me. Totally innocent. Almost family."
The mention of the Bowen clan reminded him that she was plugged into a happy social network he couldn't be part of. He, narco extraordinaire, couldn't compete with that kind of normal life. The realization stung like a motherfucker. Too much to even put into words, so he didn't.
"When is this wedding?"
"In a week. They are getting married in Florida, in a senior community."
Nico tensed. "Florida?"
She nodded.
"And you didn't think about mentioning it to me?"
"I am mentioning to you, duh. Why, did you want to come with me? You pissed you needed three months' notice so you had time to get your tux fitted? We only meet behind closed doors, Escobar. This is a social event. Not our speed." She straddled him. "Besides, you and me, uncomplicated, remember?"
Yeah, right. This was as complicated as it got.
"We agreed this was recreational sex," she continued.
"Call it what you like as long as you only do it with me." He understood the foolishness of his demand, but he issued it nevertheless.
She laughed, seemingly oblivious to his sudden shitty mood. "Does that work both ways?"
"Nobody but you on my cock." Nobody but her in his head or his heart, either. Not that he could utter those words.
"Jeez, thanks. So romantic." She flicked her tongue over his nipple, the hardness of the metal in her mouth giving him shivers. "So happy I only have to worry about your associates killing you and not all the STDs the cartel groupies on your dick would give you. Such a relief."
She was so damn beautiful, even when making fun of him. Especially when making fun of him.
Watching her play with his body was driving him mad, but he remained still while she caressed and teased him, nipping at his skin and then soothing it with her lips. "Any new piercings I should be aware of?"
"Why? Scared?"
He shrugged. "Just curious."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Wow. Worried and scared. What's up, Escobar? Not a morning person, I see. Is that why you tend to be gone when I wake up?"
Nope. He tended to be gone when she woke up because he was fucking terrified he'd never leave her side if he stayed.
"And to answer your question," she continued, raking her nails over his chest, "no, no new piercings. Just new hair. You like it?"
"Love it," he said, softly. "You are beautiful, babe."
"I told you I'm nobody's babe."
Well, in that she was wrong. She was somebody's babe. His, to be precise.
Not that she would agree, of course.
A big smirk on her face, she glided down his shaft and sat on him, her hot pussy nesting his cock. She watched him for a long moment before speaking again. "I love having you on your back."
"I don't do bottom so well, Goth girl." Although he had to admit the view was pretty fucking spectacular.
"Really? You did fine that first time."
"I was injured," he grumbled, his hard-on jerking and growing even bigger as she pressed down, burying him deeper between her folds and rubbing her customized clit on him.
"Well, this you'll like. I assure you." Kissing and nipping at his abdomen, she moved down until she made it to his groin. She nuzzled it and gave a leisurely lick from his tight balls to the tip of his cock, the silver beads in her mouth wreaking havoc on his senses.
Without warning, she sucked him hard and deep, bringing the crown of his dick to the back of her throat, and mimicked swallowing. Holy fucking crap. He clenched his jaw and fisted the sheets, his whole body tighter than a bow. Little by little, she pulled out, raking her teeth over his engorged veins. "You likey," she said, her playful eyes locked on his while her hands worked his shaft.
No shit. No amount of jaw clenching and sheet bunching was going to help him keep his cool. Mainly because there was no cool to be had. She'd blown it to hell and back long ago.
Heart in a vise, he stared at her, mesmerized, as she took him in her mouth again. Jesus fucking Christ. She was stunning. On her knees, her crazy hair all over him. Her cheeks hollow, her lips wrapped around his cock, puffy from pleasuring him. Her half-lidded eyes glazed from arousal. So devastatingly gorgeous it killed him.
Just the thought of her with somebody else, doing to another lucky bastard what she was doing to him, had him seeing red. He wanted to be the only one. Some mofo putting his hands on her? Kissing her? Touching her? Fuck, no. He didn't even want anyone smiling at her. But he couldn't offer her much more than furtive nights of pleasure.