Chapter 2 Two

I felt Carlos move under me and reach for his nightstand. Without pushing me off, the drawer opened and after searching for a few seconds, he closed it again. The sound of foil made my heart beat faster.

"Oh. I should have known," I said softly. Carlos wasn't a player but he did get some action. I just hadn't expected he brought girls to his family castle.

He snorted.

I lifted myself off him and waited for him to roll the latex on, feeling less sure of myself by the second. What if Derek had cheated on me because I was such a bad lay? The thought had hit me before but I wasn't about to let that stop what would be the best I'd ever had. Carlos had given me an orgasm. I owed it to him to give him the same. Heck, I owed him my life.

"Come here," I hissed, blindly grabbing his head and pulling him into a breathless kiss. He matched my heat, settling between my open thighs without breaking the kiss.

My hands went to his broad shoulders, holding them tight as his mouth took mine. Before I knew it, I was squirming for contact with his cock. He chuckled, a low and sexy sound that made me even wetter. Reaching down between us, I grabbed his hardness. The laugh on his lips died and turned into a painful groan.

He was huge. So huge I couldn't get my whole hand around him. So huge I started doing math in my head to figure out how much he would stretch me.

So the rumors are true, I thought, happy beyond belief. Squeezing, I pulled another groan from his mouth.

"Stop," he said in a rough voice, stilling my hand.

"I want you," I murmured, moving impatiently under him. I sighed when I felt him at my entrance, the thick tip of his cock running along the slit of my pussy. "Shit," I hissed when he nudged my clit. "Ah, please!"

He slowly pushed into me and I made a soft sound, wanting more. Tilting my hips to take him, I ran my hands down his back and dug my fingernails into the hard muscles of his ass, forcing him into me all the way and pressing my breasts against his chest.

Pain, sharp yet good, throbbed through me from taking someone so big. Derek wasn't small by any means, but I was, as he'd told me, extremely tight. Hearing Carlos's sharp breath further proved that.

"Big," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut.

But just as I was getting used to his size, he pushed in deeper and my eyes snapped open. I cried out and he stopped, his whole body tense.

"I'm okay," I said quickly, afraid he'd pull out. "Don't hold back." It seemed like the right thing to say. It was what I wanted, after all.

Lowering his face into the curve of my neck, Carlos cursed against my skin before moving inside me.

"Oh boy," I choked out, tilting my hips to get more pressure inside me. "Wow."

Moving faster, Carlos's thrusts and pulls took my breath away. Catching my breath, I grabbed at his ass once more, feeling the muscle tighten under my fingers. He hooked a hand behind my knee and wrapped my leg around his waist, then plunged into me again. I arched off the bed, crying out. Eyes half closed, I moaned his name. He paused, his heart racing against mine.

"What?" I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "What are you doing? Keep going!"

I'd heard of guys who brought girls to the edge of orgasm, only to pull out and walk away. It was said to be the meanest kind of torture but since I hadn't ever had an orgasm, I hadn't worried about that. Tonight was a different story. If Carlos left me hanging like this, I was going to die.

"Please," I panted, my voice no more than a breath.

Grunting, he thrust into me with no mercy, his cock hitting that spot. I moaned, moving against him, desperate to feel that again.

"Come," he said, his voice thick.

I was going to. So close. So, so close.

Tightness. Pressure. So much. Too much.

I came, letting go of everything I had. Carlos was pumping hard inside me and for one scary moment, I thought he'd tear me apart.

But a beautiful thing happened. Arching his back and letting out a deep animal sound, he came, his whole body tightening and then releasing. Collapsing onto me, he almost crushed me. With a shaky hand, I reached up and ran my hand through the damp curls of his head, looping a lock around my finger.

Curls? I thought, quickly pulling my hand back.

Carlos's hair was cut short to his head. Less than an inch of hair. Way too short to be curly.

Oh, fuck me.

"Get off me or I'll scream," I hissed, crashing down from the good feelings so fast my head spun.

He laughed. "Oh, but you have been screaming," he said, and he sounded nothing like Carlos. For starters, his voice was a hundred times deeper. And he had an accent. Carlos, who'd basically grown up in the States, didn't. Lifting himself out of me, the stranger rolled onto one side of the bed.

Ignoring the empty feeling, I took a deep breath and sat up, pain echoing through my whole lower half.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded, reaching around for a bedside lamp, if there even was one.

"Who the hell are you?" he shot back, beating me to it and turning a light on.

He turned back and looked me over. A look I couldn't name crossed his face. I stared. I couldn't help it. Couldn't hide it.

This was no fresh-out-of-high-school Carlos. No, this was an unshaven, icy-blue eyed man. A naked, unshaven, icy-blue eyed man. Who had been inside me minutes ago. Making me come. Hard.

Muscular with a Roman nose and full lips, it was his hair that really held my attention. Thick and curly, it hung over his forehead, wet from the hard work with me. The fact that it wasn't going gray in places was a relief. At this rate, I put him somewhere in his twenties.

"I kept saying Carlos's name. You knew," I blurted, hugging myself. Looking around at what I could finally see was the wrong bedroom, I felt like crying. "You knew who I wanted."

He raised a brow. "So you're telling me that Carlos's wife died a year ago and he's already inviting whores to his bed?"

Wife?

Brushing off the idea that I was a paid slut, I bit out, "What the hell are you talking about? Carlos's only eighteen!"

The man's lips parted but no words came out.

"Well?" I pushed.

He cleared his throat. "You're one of little Carlos's friends?"

"Yes! What did you thin..." My voice trailed off. Little Carlos. Meaning there was a big Carlos. Carlos's dad. "Oh, God."

The man looked just as grim. "Please don't tell me you're sixteen."

"I'm such an idiot," I mumbled, jumping off the messy bed and searching the floor for my negligee. "Such an awkward idiot." Finding the slip and pulling it on, I finally faced the man, the wrong man I'd seduced. "I'm eighteen. Not that it matters because... because I'm so stupid. I took a wrong turn somewhere and you're probably... probably one of the guards and I slept with you!"

He laughed again, standing. I quickly looked away from his half-hard state. So much bigger in the light.

"Let's not forget that you came to me," he pointed out.

My head snapped toward him and I was shocked to see him coming closer. "Let's not forget that a normal person would have stopped me! A normal person would have admitted that he isn't Carlos!"

"Any man who'd do that," he said in a low voice, "is either gay or a saint."

"Ugh," I snorted in disgust, stepping away from him.

In one step he was in front of me, pulling me to him. I suddenly found it hard to breathe under his blue-eyed stare.

"Alejandro," he breathed, lowering his lips to mine. I closed my eyes, holding back a moan when his tongue slipped into my mouth to taste me.

"What?" I asked in a daze when his mouth left mine.

His lips curved into a smile and he let me go. "My name is Alejandro. Alejandro Orlov," he added, and I took a shaky step back because I knew that name. "I'm little Carlos's uncle."