Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 782 : We Were One

*Cat*

Elio never ceased to amaze me with his romantic side. He had arranged everything before we ever got to Belize. I loved how he wanted to create the perfect romantic vacation for us. He was the most considerate man in the world, and I loved him for it.

After we deboarded the plane, there was a car waiting to drive us through the city. The city was lovely and full of energy. I was excited to be in a new place we hadn’t visited together before.

I held Elio’s hand and watched the city as we drove through it. Everyone seemed so happy here. People were actually dancing on the sidewalk. They were walking along, laughing and talking together.

The city was so charming. There were small shops and what we called Mom and Pop restaurants tucked into corners. There were colorful cafés with outside tables and guests sitting at them.

The lights of the city sparkled and its energy buzzed through my veins and was highly contagious. While the atmosphere was seductive and dreamy, there was an underlying vitality and vigor to its continuous movement and music.

When we finally got to our destination, I was fascinated by the moonlit scene as it dazzled with lights, stars, and moonlight reflecting on the water.

I’d stopped trying to get Elio to tell me what his plan was. The man was a steel trap when he wanted to be. I decided to enjoy the night moment by moment. The sights, sounds, his presence, and each uncovered surprise as it came was going to be my experience as he took me with him on this planned journey.

Everything was so beautiful here. Though I missed my baby, by now, I was content with the idea that she was safe with my mom. Mom had raised me, after all, and she’d practically done it all alone the way my dad was always so busy with his mafia duties. I was starting to relax and just enjoy things the way vacations are supposed to be.

It was wonderful.

We were dropped off at the Moho Caye dock. There, we were greeted by a chef and his staff, all very charming people. Elio seated me at the lovely set table. The wait staff brought out wine and asked us if we were ready to eat yet.

I was famished, but I waited for Elio to nod before nodding. I smiled, so happy that we were going to dine at such a fantastic place. It was so lovely there. The breeze swept through my hair, and the lights and moon glittered and shimmered over the water, adding to the harmony of the atmosphere. Music played softly, setting the mood for the evening.

The staff served our dinners and I noticed that along with most of my favorites, which were simple pastas and antipasto, Elio had them serve a few local dishes for us to try. I imagined he must have arranged that ahead of time since most of them looked like a lot of work to prepare.

When the staff disappeared to leave us with our meals and drinks, I smiled at Elio.

“I love it here,” I said. “Thank you for surprising me with this. It was exactly what I needed.”

“I know, and I’m glad you like it,” he said.

“I love it.” We ate quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying being with each other in such a beautiful, peaceful place.

“How are things with the men and MS13?” I asked.

“No, Cat, no business tonight,” he said firmly. “We’re going to just enjoy this time together–no talking of gangs, men, prison, or the Feds. We’re going to spend this time with one another.”

I looked into his eyes, gauging his sincerity, and realized he was right. We rarely spent time together and focused on just us. A vacation like this with no talk of business between us was exactly what we needed.

Our last argument had been about the business and why he kept things from me. It seemed that was the main source of our arguments lately, and I hated fighting with him. I definitely didn’t want to spend another night apart from him. I needed the comfort of his strength and warmth to help me sleep and keep me feeling safe.

Maybe we needed a night to just be, I thought. We could talk about the business any time, but tonight was for us. I knew that he’d done a lot to make it happen for me, and I also knew that it would be nice to have him all to myself for a while for once–like he said, with no business invading a moment out of time we could cherish or ruin with such talk.

I touched his hand and smiled at him.

“I really like what you’ve done,” I said. “I think it’s amazing, but then, you always amaze me.”

He smiled at me. It made his face so handsome, the way all the lines of worry disappeared and his eyes shimmered with happiness. He rarely smiled these days. I guessed he didn’t have much to smile about with all that was going down at home and with all his responsibilities.

I knew that sometimes, it was really too much for one man to handle. I respected him for how well he kept himself together, but even the best needed to relax once in a while.

“I’m glad you like it. I wanted to give you something for putting up with my dumb ass.” He grinned at me.

I playfully slapped his hand and laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. I kind of like your ass.”

It made him laugh, and I felt like the queen of the world. He so seldom laughed that when he did, it just made my heart ache with gladness.

“Emilia has your smile,” I said. I couldn’t believe that I’d just noticed that.

“Really?” he asked, his eyes lighting from within. He always seemed so happy to hear about our little girl.

“Yes, her cheeks are a little chubbier,” I said, “but those are your lips and that is your smile.”

His face beamed with pride. “She smiles a lot. I love that she’s a happy baby.”

“She has a lot to be happy about,” I said. “She’s safe, fed whenever she needs to be fed, changed on demand, and played with all the time. That’s pretty much all a baby her age needs, other than loved, and she’s certainly loved by us more than anything.”

He chuckled. “I wholeheartedly agree. She’s probably a bit of a spoiled little thing even.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” i said. “She’s just taken care of by her mama and papa.”

“She’s getting so big so fast,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I said dryly.

He raised a brow with a smirk. “Are you bemoaning how big our child is getting?”

“I just wish she could slow down a little,” I said with a sigh. “I’m going to miss carrying her around after a while. She’s going to start being independent soon enough.”

“Just like her mama.”

I smiled at him, wondering if I’d been as independent lately or if I’d been being a shrew.

“What’s that look?” he asked.

“Nothing, just missing Emilia,” I said, only slightly lying.

Was that how he justified keeping things from me? I wondered about it. He was protecting me. I could protect myself, and sometimes, I couldn’t protect myself if he kept certain things from me, though if I didn’t know, sometimes his silence gave me deniability.

If I kept my thoughts from him, what I was thinking wouldn’t hurt him. Was I protecting him when he could protect himself?

“Yes, I miss her too,” he said.

We smiled at each other. When we finished our meals and the staff cleared the table, Elio dismissed everyone from the dock.

“Come here,” he said, crooking his finger at me.

I knew that look. His eyes were at half-mast. His lips were quirked at one corner in his seductive come hither grin. I liked that look, and I wanted to please him.

I lifted a questioning brow at him as I did as he asked.

He widened his legs and guided me by the hips between them.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, rubbing his hands over my curves in admiration.

“And you’re gorgeous,” I replied, leaning forward to kiss his lips, allowing him to lift the skirt of my dress and cup my bottom.

I felt his large hands on the small of my back, urging me closer and I straddled his lap.

“Mm, lovely,” he murmured, pulling me closer.

I could feel his hardness pulsing against my core. I ached for him. I pushed against him, relishing in the friction it caused and the pleasure that ran through me from his touch alone.

His fingers fumbled with the zip at the back of my dress. When he finally got it all the way down, I slipped the straps from my shoulders, shook slightly, and the top fell to my waist. His fingers tested my readiness while his lips cherished my breasts.

I lifted a little for him to unzip his trousers and release himself. I felt the head of him breech the softness of my folds and I sank down on him.

Every time Elio and I connected in this way, it was like coming home. It was as if we hadn’t done this before, yet each time was better than the last as if the high just kept getting stronger and stronger.

We moved together, our bodies in sync... his arms around me, rubbing my back and hips, my arms around his neck, my fingers in his thick hair, our mouths fused together, our tongues dualling.

I knew he was getting close when his fingers dug into my hips and he began moving me at a harder and faster rhythm. I let him control our passion. I couldn’t resist him, as his lips found my ear and he whispered, “Come for me.”

It was as if he pulled a switch on my desire as it exploded around him. I cried out and bit his shoulder through his shirt to keep from screaming where others could hear me. He shuttered and I felt the heat of him inside me again. His fingers clutched me so hard I knew I’d have bruises in the morning, but I was happy to claim them.

I buried my face in his neck and just breathed him in as we came down from the high of loving one another.

We sat under the stars and breathed in each another. I felt sensational. Having his body so close to mine, hearing the heaviness of his breathing and feeling his blood pumping in his veins against my skin.

We were one in that moment, and I didn’t think anything could have felt better than that.