Fifty-Nine

YNA knew she started to feel excited about making love with him the moment he slipped inside the room, but she didn’t know how wet she was until he buried himself smoothly and quickly up to the hilt inside her.
“I miss that feeling so much,” she told him in an awed whisper. Then she closed her eyes and threw her head back when he pulled himself out to push back in again. Incredible sensations assailed her down there, stirring embers that heated her whole body and made her nerves pop.
“Baby… you always feel like I’m sinking into heaven… so tight and hot that you make me crazy. This is going to be… my quickest…”
She nodded over and over, whimpering at the next full thrusts until he was kissing her again to hold any noise they make inside their mouths. He was pacing himself now, moving his hips in such a way that she felt the most pleasure from his thrusts, and it wasn’t very long before she felt the force gathering.
And before she knew it, the ball of hot pleasure imploded inside her, and the heat from it ratcheted up and away to consume everything in its path…
She became aware of her heavy breathing when she came back to, and seeing that, Eric smiled and started to move again, thrusting hard and fast now, almost roughly, until the look on his face told her he was about there, too.
She pulled her to him and kissed him hard to help him stay quiet when he came, only to surprise herself by cumming again with him…
“We have to… fix ourselves…” he whispered roughly as he cradled her after taking himself out of her.
“Do you think they can smell cum?” she asked as she got up to take wet tissues from a packet in a drawer to clean them up with it.
He shook his head. “I don’t really know, but let’s clean up and start this talk.” He got up from the bed, serious and alert, and took the packet from her. He lowered his head first to give her a quick but fierce kiss, checked her cut if he opened it, and frowned a little in concern.
“It’s fine. I’d taste it if it got opened and bloodied. C’mon, clean yourself up so I can hide the tissues and we can start talking about my condition.”
That distracted him from the guilt she could see starting on his face. He was quick to clean up, as she was, and they were back in the middle of the bed just cuddling as they started talking about it.
In fact, they heard someone come up and seemed to listen outside, but they continued to talk. Probably hearing they were finally discussing things and were not doing anything indecent, whoever it was left.
She thought it was Tommy.
Well, there was a lot of kissing there, too. Softly and more carefully now, and it distracted both of them a little until she started spelling out what she wanted from him for their arrangement to work.
“No guards. Nothing melodramatic. I don’t have to say at school that you’re my husband, though I can say I’m married if it ever gets to that.”
“Like if someone wants to take you out on a date?”
She hit his chest lightly. “Yes, something like that,” she relented because it was possible as she remembered Ruel. “But I still will not tell who it is, because toxic females will want to get to you through me. I’ll not finish college.”
He huffed in surprise. “Why?”
“I’ll be beating up women left and right,” she supplied.
He was laughing, relishing her jealousy now. “C’mon. It’s not like I’ll give them my undivided attention,” he teased. “You’re the only one who ever has that from me. I already know I can go crazy not seeing you in a week.”
She threw him a look of utter menace. “You better not. If I ever catch you, I’ll move to another house and divorce you.”
“There’s no divorce in the Philippines, baby.”
“Then let’s get married somewhere else,” she suggested.
He was laughing so hard now. And she thought as she watched him that whoever could hear him downstairs already knew she had surrendered the flag and would be marrying him.
That was good. She didn’t want her mother and brother to worry about her anymore.
And she wanted to see him like this… so happy. Not scared. Not in pain.
He noticed her watching him, and she could imagine how wistful her face would have been. A big indication was that he lowered his head and kissed her emotionally.
She loved the different colors of his kisses and this kiss told her how much he appreciated her, and how happy he was that she agreed to marry him.
“I love you so much…” he whispered to her when he raised his head.
“I love you, too, even if I still can’t get why you want to marry right away.”
“Why not?”
“Men don’t do this. What I often observed is they shy away from marriage as fast and as far away as they can.”
“They haven’t fallen in love with you.”
She felt the grimace that marred her face. “I still can’t believe I’m that great. There are so many other women—”
“You’re the only one that I want. When are you going to believe that?”
She took a deep breath. “It’s just that you… this… is just too good to be true.”
He kissed her again. “I know… the feeling.” He kissed her between phrases. “I know exactly… what you… mean…”
She giggled at his kisses. And he was still catching more kisses wherever they fall on her face when they heard someone climbing up the stairs again, and then they heard Tommy calling.
“Ate… Kuya…? It’s dinner time already. Mama asks for you two to come down.”
She looked at her wall clock in surprise. It was about seven in the evening. She wasn’t even thinking about dinner, and now she suddenly realized she was hungry.
“We’re coming down,” she called to him. “Just a moment!”
“Thank you, Tommy!” Eric called, too.
“You’re welcome!” her brother called back.
She turned to Eric, wide-eyed in surprise. “He never says welcome back,” she protested. “At least not to me!”
“I guess it’s a sibling thing? Brad and I don’t…”
She pursed her lips as she watched his face harden.
“He stopped them. He pulled your mother away from me bodily. I think he was more shocked than me. There must be some other pressure going on in his family since he’s a cousin to your Ex.”
He shook his head then he got up, and helped her to get up from the bed, too.
“Eric…?”
“Are you telling me to forgive him?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not. I’m just saying it’s better to understand why he was compelled to do something foolish. He called you right away after it as if he didn’t care anymore what Helene would say. He wanted to repair the friendship. He called your father, too, although it must be daunting for him to do so. He’s doing something more than I expected to get back to your side.”
“If he thinks it’s going to be that easy, he’s mistaken. Brad can be pretty ambitious. Don’t trust him so easily, Yna.”
She nodded. She didn’t tell him she had always felt uneasy about Brad. She didn’t think he was a bad person. But she felt like there was something else going on with him. Or as if he was always balancing the weight of gain when he placed his friendship with someone. “Do you have other friends?”
He nodded as he held her hand and pulled her towards the door so they could come out. “Yes, of course.”
At her silent reaction, he turned his gaze to her. And he rolled his eyes.
“They are like me—don’t like people, don’t like parties, addicted to work, addicted to our alone time. A few times a year, we pick a week to travel together and do something sporty. Or dangerous. Whichever. And we’re very private, only a few people knew we’re even friends.”
“How many are they?” she asked, curious.
“There’s three of them.”
“How long have you been friends with them?”
“Since grade school.”
She paused atop the staircase in surprise. “Really? Have they ever visited the hacienda?”
“Yes. That’s the purpose of the house’s own driveway and gate to the outside. We sometimes ride horses… but we pretty much keep to ourselves at the back of the hacienda until they leave.”
They were coming down the stairs now. “Will you tell them about our marriage?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “They would want to know, not only because we are friends, but because we’re all business partners. We protect each other’s backs. They’ll protect you as if you’re me once you’ve become my wife.”
She paused again, surprised again. Then she frowned. “Why all this protecting? It’s making me nervous about marrying you again.”
He reached out and gently pinched her left cheek. “We play billionaire games, baby. Businessmen are legal crooks. Make no mistake about it, with money comes power, and with power… greedy, sneaky enemies. That’s something Brad will never understand. Marrying his cousin will only open me to those sneaky enemies. And doing what he did made him one of those sneaky enemies, too. I may forgive him one day… but I’ll never trust him again. I’ll have to keep him to make sure that he’ll never bring trouble to us again. But it’s never going to be the same.”
She watched his face, feeling discontent inside my chest. But we’re down the stairs now, and she realized they weren’t alone.
She turned, and his father was standing there, a bit further away but enough to hear his son. And when he saw her looking, he nodded darkly.
“We’re eating.” He crooked his head towards their small dining room. “I had our kitchen staff bring something here for dinner so we can eat well and discuss this business after.”
Eric nodded, and they went to the dining room where Tommy and her mother were already sitting with the Chairman.