Taming Emilio (Buried Secrets Book 2) Page 5

  “Rafe’s father is dangerous. How come he’s intolerant of you being gay and not Rafe?”

  “I asked Rafe the same question. He said that when he was living at home, he dated girls so his father wouldn’t find out. He enlisted in the Marines, which helped convince his father he was straight. I’m not like Rafe. He could pull off anything, but I can’t. I am who I am. Once, at a Sunday dinner, Uncle Sal threatened to cut off my balls.” Emilio fought the tears back. “That was the last time I went to dinner at his house. My world turned black with fear. I went into a state of depression from that shit and smoked pot. I was afraid he’d do it.”

  “Fuck! Your uncle is a monster. Rafe told me some horrible stories about his childhood. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Are you still taking drugs?” Kaden was surprised to hear that Emilio had taken drugs. Rafe certainly hadn’t included that bit of information in his file.

  “Not drugs, just pot. Sometimes.” Emilio played with the straw in his drink.

  “That has to stop if you choose to live with me. Does Rafe know about this?”

  “No. He’d kill me. Don’t tell him.”

  “What we say to each other is between us. That goes both ways. Rafe isn’t in our relationship. I only asked because your file had nothing about you smoking pot.”

  “I’m sorry. I guess you want to return me.” Emilio lowered his head.

  “Hey! I’m not going to return you. If you choose me to be your protector, I can promise you I’ll never dump you.”

  “So, you still want me?”

  “I do want you. But no drugs.”

  “I promise I’ll try my best to listen to you.”

  “I don’t have many rules in my home, but drugs of any sort are a no. If something is upsetting you, don’t take any drugs. You talk to me, and I’ll figure something out.” Kaden wanted to wrap Emilio in his arms and make everything okay for him, but he couldn’t do that in public. They were sitting in an Irish pub, not a gay bar.

  “So what are your rules?” Emilio asked, fiddling with the drink napkin.

  “Obey my orders the first time and all the time. If I say no Internet, you don’t dare go online. I’ll assign chores, and they better be done correctly. I’ll teach you so you can complete them as ordered. Don’t talk back to me.”

  “And what happens if I fuck up?”

  “I’ll discipline you with my belt on your bare ass so you’ll remember for the next time.”

  “I don’t think I want you to ever take your belt off unless it’s because you’re getting ready to fuck me.”

  “You’re cute, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be soft on you. Following rules is for your safety. I wouldn’t be doing my job if I let things go by.”

  “What about warnings?” Emilio fidgeted in his seat.

  “You’re eighteen, an adult. No warnings.”

  “James told me that if you’re bonded with your protector, then he can demand sex whenever he wants. Is that true for you too?”

  Kaden laughed at Emilio. “I suppose it’s true if we both agree to it. I’m not much for forcing myself on anyone. Both of us must want it, or what’s the point? James is a sex machine, and he doesn’t give a shit what you want. It’s all about his big black dick.” Kaden wondered if James had already fucked Emilio.

  “James saved me from being killed. If it weren’t for him, I think I might be lying dead in a ditch.”

  “Who wanted to beat you?”

  “I can’t talk about it.”

  “Emilio Escobar, I’m going to say this once and only once. You will answer all my questions in detail so I can protect you. I’m not here to judge you. My job is to protect you.”

  “If I give you information about it, you’ll send me back to Rafe. I love him, but he’s my cousin. I want to stay with you.”

  “I’m waiting for your answer to my question.”

  “My old boss thought I took money that wasn’t mine.”

  “Did you?”

  “No. I don’t steal.” Emilio lowered his eyes.

  “What’s your boss’s name?” Kaden knew Emilio feared to tell him the real story, but he’d give him a few days to feel comfortable and safe. Right now, Emilio didn’t believe he was safe sharing the truth. He’d bring the topic up again when he felt safe.

  “Marco Cervantes.”

  “Enough talk about your enemies. Do you want to ask me anything?”

  “Are you going to bond with me?”

  “You have to earn my bond. You probably don’t understand what that means.”

  “It means you can fuck me when you want, right?”

  “No. James has his own definition of bonding, and I’m sure the others do too. The only important one is mine with you.”

  “So what is it to you?”

  “It means we’re monogamous.”

  “Monogamous? What?”

  “It means you can only be with me. I’m the only one who can fuck you, and you’re the only one I’ll fuck. No fucking with anyone else. To reach bonding, you and I need to want this arrangement. Plus, you’ll sleep in my bed.”

  “Well, I want you for my protector, and I want to be bonded to you.”

  “That’s a good start toward bonding. I’m going to send a text to Rafe. We’ll pick up your things tomorrow morning on our way to the cabins.”

  “Where are the cabins?”

  “Fawnskin. We have five cabins there. The others in our group will join us next weekend. As Rafe said, we work in teams of five couples. James, Valerik, your two cousins, and we are all in the same group.”

  “Fawnskin. Where is that?”

  “That’s the point. It’s near Big Bear.”

  “I’ve never been there. My parents took me to Colombia a lot. We have family there. They also took me through Europe.”

  “Do you know how to use a gun?” Kaden enjoyed looking at Emilio under the dim lights. He was so damn fuckable. He seemed more relaxed when he realized Kaden wanted him regardless of his past. Though he had managed himself very well in their first conversation.

  “No. I don’t really like them all that much.” Emilio drank his soda, avoiding eye contact.

  “You’re going to need to learn how to use a gun. I’ll teach you. The good news is we have a week at the cabins alone to get used to each other, and most likely, we’ll bond at some point when we’re there. I think we both want the same thing.”

  “I’m glad you picked me. It was a good thing I danced on the stool so you noticed me.”

  “I noticed you before you danced. I worked on finding a replacement behind the bar, or I would have claimed you sooner.”

  Emilio’s smile sent chills down Kaden’s back. Things would work out for both of them.

  “Let’s leave now.” Kaden said, leaving a tip as he stood.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “It’s a surprise. Tonight is special for us.”

  ***

  As soon as they entered Donagan Resort Inn, Emilio went silent as he took in the surroundings of the massive lobby. Magnificent antiques and Irish scenery fine art adorned the room. Crystal chandeliers glittered, and huge vases of green roses perfumed the air. They stood in line to check in.

  “Mr. Donagan, your suite is ready.” The girl checked them in and handed him a gold card for his room.

  “Thank you, Molly. This is my friend Emilio. He needs a card too.”

  Molly looked at Emilio and smiled at him when she handed the other gold card to Kaden, who gave it to Emilio.

  “Enjoy your stay.”

  “Thanks. If you see my father, let him know I’m here.”

  “He asked me about an hour ago if you had checked in.”

  “Thanks.”

  They made their way to the elevator area and waited.

  “Hey, Kaden!” Mr. Donagan said, rushing toward him.

  “Dad, thanks for setting us up in a suite.”

  “And who is your guest?” Mr. Donagan smiled at Emilio in a kind way. Emilio couldn
’t believe how nice his father was to his gay son. It didn’t seem to make a difference at all.

  “This is Emilio Escobar,” Kaden proudly said.

  “Escobar? Nice to meet you, Emilio,” Mr. Donagan said as he shook hands with Emilio.

  “This is my father,” Kaden said. “He owns this hotel.”

  “Nice to meet you, Sir,” Emilio said.

  “Are you related to Rafe Escobar?” Mr. Donagan asked.

  “He’s my cousin, Sir.”

  “You look a great deal like him. Just cousins?”

  “His father and my father are brothers, Sir.”

  “I see. Enjoy your stay here, and anytime you need a place to sleep, ask for me at the check-in desk.”

  “Thank you, Sir. You have a really nice hotel.”

  “Dad, we’re leaving for the cabins. I don’t know when we’ll be back, so I’m taking the Jeep.”

  “That’s great. I might ride your motorcycle when you’re gone.”

  “You know you can ride it anytime. I’d gladly bring it over here.”

  “If you need anything, Kaden, just call me.”

  “Thanks. We’ll be fine. Is Mom here?”

  “She’s in Ireland visiting your grandmother. You ought to visit her before it’s too late.”

  “I’ll try.” Kaden couldn’t wait to get Emilio upstairs to their suite.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Emilio

  Kaden unlocked the door, and they entered the large suite glamorously decorated in sparkly gold. The room was huge and didn’t look like a hotel room at all, more like a guest suite in a palace. Once inside the room, Kaden closed the gold curtains while Emilio snooped around. They had a desk, a thirty-six-inch TV, a sprawling gold floral brocade sofa.

  On the other side of the floor-to-ceiling windows was their own private terrace overlooking the Los Padres National Forest. Emilio made his way to the bedroom, which had a king-sized bed with pure white cotton sheets and a matching cover. Off the bedroom was the bathroom with a power shower. Staring at the huge shower stall that was big enough for a football team, Emilio imagined what it would be like to have sex in there.

  “What do you think?” Kaden asked, standing behind him.

  “Ahh, really plush. It smells so fresh and clean in here.”

  Emilio hadn’t known Kaden came from an affluent family. He certainly didn’t act as if he had tons of money by flaunting it the way some of his clients had. The prosperity of Kaden’s family came from honest labor and hard work, all legal money, unlike Emilio’s drug cartel family. Why couldn’t Emilio be born into a normal loving family? Most people didn’t have to deal with criminals in their own home the way he had.

  “I live at the hotel in between jobs at the Gay Protection Society. This isn’t my regular room. I wanted to make our first night special because you’re important to me.”

  “I almost feel too important in this room.” Emilio looked out the window at the donut-shaped swimming pool with a bar. In the inner ring of the pool, stools were poking up just above the level of the water. The whole place seemed to be asleep at this hour.

  Kaden opened the mini refrigerator and pulled out a small bottle of Jameson whiskey. “What do you drink besides beer?”

  Emilio moved over to Kaden and bent over to see what was in the refrigerator. “I’ll have what you’re having, but I need a Coke with it.” Emilio didn’t like the taste of hard alcohol without soda. Actually, he preferred mixed fruity drinks. Why would Kaden take him to this expensive suite? He hardly knew him, but since it was his parents’ hotel, Kaden apparently received some complimentary perks.

  “Oh, my little naked bartender. Do you know how to cook?” Kaden made a drink for Emilio and handed it to him.

  Kaden followed Emilio to the couch and sat beside him.

  “No. Only my mother cooked in our home. Men and boys were barred from the kitchen during preparation and cooking time.” Emilio thought of his mother who he hadn’t seen in months. Even she had turned against him and favored his two younger sisters. If Uncle Sal hadn’t told her Emilio’s business, she’d never have known he was working as a rent boy. She hadn’t been too pleased with him, but his father had been more understanding. But then Emilio had gotten the boot, and his father had told him to move in with Rafe. He supposed neither ever wanted to see him again. That hurt him more than anything had in his life.

  “Ah, Colombians and their strict gender role assignments. Rafe told me the same thing when I asked him if he could cook, but he refused to learn.”

  “So you can cook?” Emilio batted his eyelashes, wondering how close Kaden and Rafe were.

  “I’m in charge of cooking and shopping for our group. Would you like to learn how to cook? I’ll teach you so we can be a team.” Kaden rested one hand on his leg.

  “I want to be part of a team with you and learn from you. It sounds fun.” Emilio purred under Kaden’s touch.

  “Do you know what I’ve wanted to do all night?”

  “You want a blow job from me, right?” Emilio asked.

  “I want to fuck you.” Kaden moved his hand over Emilio’s zipper.

  “I like the sound of that.” Emilio’s cock hardened from Kaden’s touch and words.

  “Do a striptease for me,” Kaden ordered.

  “Watch me, and you won’t be disappointed.”

  Emilio downed his drink and set it on the end table. He had plenty of training at stripping in front of men. At first, he used to practice in front of a mirror in his bedroom, trying out different moves. Of course, he had to lock the door so no one saw what he was doing. Those were the good old days when he had lived at home with his parents. He’d fantasized about being someone else when he stripped and danced for men. Tonight for Kaden, Emilio would pretend he was a kidnapped prince and King Kaden was forcing him to dance and strip for his food.

  “Can I use your phone to play some music?” Emilio asked.

  Kaden unlocked his phone. Then he handed it to Emilio. He searched the Internet and found a suitable song. He dimmed the lights by using the bathroom towels. As soon as the music started, Emilio danced around, making his hips move. He stroked his cock as he danced. Kaden’s eyes never left Emilio’s every move.

  First he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, making eye contact with Kaden. Emilio slipped out of his shirt and played with it by twirling it around and throwing it at Kaden. Emilio danced around with the lime-green tie. Inching closer to Kaden, he held the tie between two hands and rubbed it along Kaden’s erection through his jeans. He was already hard for Emilio. He figured he was doing okay so far. He put the tie around Kaden’s neck.

  “This means I want you, Kaden Donagan, as my protector. Do you still want me?” Emilio sang the words to the rhythm of the music while moving his ass to the beat.

  “I want you, Emilio Escobar. I want to be your protector.” Kaden ran his hands along Emilio’s smooth chest, stopping to pinch his two gold nipple rings, then giving each one a hearty tug.

  Emilio bent over to kiss Kaden, rubbing his hands on his erection. It was a huge cock and hard as steel. Emilio’s cock twitched. He wanted to see it. Patiently, he’d wait for King Kaden to pull his cock out for him.

  “I have a belly ring too. You can touch it if you want.”

  Kaden pulled Emilio closer to him and kissed his belly ring. “Such a naughty boy, and I love every inch of your body.”

  “That’s me, very naughty when I want a man, and I want you badly. I can’t wait to feel all of you inside me.” Emilio backed away from Kaden.

  He danced more, reached for his zipper, playing with it, and finally unzipped. He slowly lowered his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them. He moved in a circle in his sexy black G-string. He stopped to remove his shoes and socks, and then he pulled his G-string down halfway while hinting, teasing, and playing with the edges, then pulled them back up. A few minutes later, Emilio danced out of them and threw them at Kaden.

  “Come here, you little tease.” Kaden remo
ved his black T-shirt.

  Emilio stooped, untied Kaden’s shoes, and removed them along with his socks. He kissed each foot like a kidnapped prince would be expected to do.

  “You are so sweet Emilio.” Kaden lifted him up and carried him to the bed.

  Kaden hugged him and kissed him, slipping his tongue into Emilio’s mouth. Emilio responded by sucking and biting it. Their tongues danced together as Kaden’s hands wandered all over Emilio’s body and left him with goose bumps.

  “You’re perfect for me. You please me more than I’d have thought,” Kaden said.

  “Thank you.” Emilio was lost in feeling safe and ready to meet Kaden’s needs.

  Kaden’s mouth twisted in a teasing smile, and he kissed him on the nose. “I want you, Emilio. You make me happy.”

  No one had ever told Emilio that he brought them happiness. Emilio hoped he could fill the void and become important to Kaden, not only a random hole to fuck. How could he sustain a relationship with this intelligent older man when he wasn’t college educated? He feared Kaden would see how stupid he really was once he was out of the bedroom. Sure, he knew about sex but not much of anything else. Fuck, he was a high school dropout. No one would want to stay with a dropout if they didn’t have to.

  Kaden pulled him onto his lap and wrapped his arms around his waist. He bent his head, licking and kissing Emilio’s belly button and tugging on his belly ring.

  “I like being with you like this,” Emilio admitted.

  “We’re not done yet, boy.” Kaden laid Emilio on his back.

  “I’m available for you any way you want me.”

  “Raise your legs up in a V,” Kaden directed.

  They locked eyes. Kaden smiled, a mirror of his. Emilio raised his legs, and Kaden wrapped them around his neck. Kaden slipped on a condom, coated his cock with lube, then massaged inside Emilio’s hole, wiggling his finger, barely grazing his special spot. He pushed a second finger in, then a third, fingering Emilio fiercely.

  “You okay?” Kaden asked.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” Emilio’s cock stood tall with hope and ready to enjoy his release.

  Kaden pulled his fingers out and aimed his lubed cock at his target. Kaden squeezed Emilio’s hips with his hands while he pushed his cock against his tight opening. Emilio pushed out, flexing his hole as Kaden’s thick cock slid deeper into him.