"No," I mutter next to his lips before crushing mine into them and sinking on his manhood.
He groans and, in Spanish, mumbles, "You're so wet."
I reply in Spanish, "You feel so good."
"Mm-hmm." He palms my head, and we begin to thrust in perfect sync. His other hand comes to my breast and plays with my nipples, which seem to be extra sensitive.
"Oh," I breathe as volts of tingles race through my body.
"You like that, my Little Diva," he murmurs and rolls his fingers again.
"Oh God," I moan, and my walls spasm on his rod.
He squeezes my ass, and my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.
"Dirk!"
"I got you, my Little Diva," he mumbles and muffles my moans with another kiss.
When I come down, I sit up to ride him, and he places his hands on my hips to guide me.
"You feel good—"
"Oh, God!" I cry out as another cyclone of tremors ricochets through my body.
Dirk takes his thumb, circles it on my clit, and I scream his name as my body becomes a never ending pool of adrenaline spiking over and over.
He flips me on my back and hovers over me, sucking on my neck, and ears, and jaw. And all my cells light up, buzzing the way only he makes me feel, but tenfold.
My shaking only grows more intense with every thrust until he releases his seed in me, stretching my walls further and into yet another climactic state of euphoria.
He rolls off me and pulls me with him, stroking my back and cupping my ass. When he catches his breath, he grins. "You're insatiable."
"I missed you," I tell him.
"You should miss me more often."
We kiss and snuggle until I fall asleep again. When the sun rises, Dirk strokes my cheek and whispers, "Zoe. We need to get going."
"Okay," I sleepily reply.
He kisses my forehead, and we sit up, get dressed, and go outside to use the bathroom.
I'm about to get in the van when nausea hits me, and I step to the trees and get sick.
"Zoe!" Dirk rushes over and holds my hair and rubs my back.
When I'm finished, he gives me water and a towel. I rinse out my mouth then brush my teeth.
Dirk furrows his brows and puts his hand on my forehead. "Did you feel sick earlier?
"No. It just crept up on me. It happened the other day, too. As soon as it came, it left. I think it's just nerves. My body is probably still adjusting to all the stress."
"You don't feel like you have a fever. What day did you get sick?"
"Yesterday. And a few other days this week. But I'm not ill. I was under a lot of pressure with all the shows and recording the new album. Plus, I was heartbroken over you," I tease, but it's the truth, and we both know it.
Dirk tugs me into his arms. "If you start to feel sick again or this gets worse, we're going to need to see a doctor."
"I'm fine. It's nerves. Really."
He sighs and tightens his arms around me.
"Don't get all sentimental and soft on me."
He grunts. "I'm not soft."
"Come on. Let's get going."
We get in the van and travel for hours. Dirk keeps asking me how I feel. I tell him great, and I mean it. I'm buzzing with happiness. He saved me once again, and we're together. He's all I want and need, and there's nothing that could be better.
We drive through one of Tinker's friend's border crossings and into Mexico.
For hours we travel. I glance out at the landscape and mutter, "I can't believe we're back in Mexico."
"We've gotta lie low until Tinker's guy is back, and we're able to cross into Texas."
"When will that be?"
"He said it could be days or weeks."
My pulse quickens. "What are we going to do? Staying in Mexico isn't a good idea."
"We couldn't stay in Belize. But don't worry, I've got it figured out."
"Do you mind telling me your plans?"
He snickers. "I could, but you seem a bit feisty right now, and I rather enjoy it."
I swat him on his arm. "Not funny."
"Who said anything funny? I was serious."
"Dirk!"
"Keep your panties on. Wait. Don't keep your panties on because I rather enjoyed how you woke me up last night and couldn't get enough of me."
Heat burns my cheeks. "Dirk, what is this plan of yours?"
"I haven't seen my cousins in a while. I think it's time for a visit. I have to warn you, though. They are