Chapter 21

After Tank left, we ran through the distraction again and again, until we felt pretty good about the Noodle Effect as we were calling it. The guys rotated their positions and each of them played the part of Molina. The last one we did for the day, Lester played my part. No surprise there. Eye roll!

Once we had our giggles under control, we cleaned up the gym. We put the mats back where they belonged. Ram took out his gun case, opened it and tossed everyone's ammo clip to them. Then he took apart his sniper rifle and put it in the case. He snapped it closed and left the gym. Bobby and Lester followed him out the door.

"See you later, Beautiful!" Lester called from the hall.

Hector pulled me into his arms. He hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head. "Tired, querida?" he asked softly.

"Yeah, I am. Ready to go home?" I hugged his waist and rested my head on his chest. Home. What a wonderful word. God, I could die happy right now. I don't know how this warm and sensual man came into my life but I thanked the stars above every day for giving him to me. Truth be known, I was terrified of losing him.

"You want to shower here before we go?" he asked. He kept one arm around me and the other palmed my head against his shoulder.

"Sure," I said and raised my lips to his. I kissed him hungrily, my tongue teased his lips. I was so going to get in trouble for that move. He stroked my hair and he began placing little kisses on my forehead and temples.

He backed me against the door. His hips pressed into mine as he held the back of my neck. I wrapped one leg around his waist and my arms around his neck. He slid his hand down my back and cupped my ass. Heat shot through my belly and down to between my legs. Damn. Ruined my panties again. I moaned and his lips crashed on mine.

"Cameras," I said and gasped for air.

"Scrambled," he replied against my lips and kissed me again. My lips parted and his tongue probed my mouth. I wrapped my other leg around him and locked my ankles behind him.

"Shower. Now." I pleaded breathlessly.

Hector wrapped his arms around me and stepped back from the door. I slid my legs slowly down his body. He shuddered slightly. I grinned and took his hand. Wordlessly I led him into my locker room. Once inside, I locked the door behind us and turned to him.

We kicked off our shoes and they bounced off the walls. I peeled off my tank top and bra. Hector's eyes were dilated black as he stripped off his t-shirt. I pulled my shorts and panties down and stepped out of them. Hector's gaze never left my eyes and he stepped out of his shorts. I gave him a 'come here' smile and turned the shower on.

I backed into the shower and pulled Hector in with me. He turned his back to the shower spray and corralled me in the far corner. He reached for me and placed his hands on my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes. He leaned in and began kissing my neck, gently sucking and licking, dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. I tipped my head back against the wall giving him full access to my throat. Hector ran his hands up and down my sides and caressed my breasts tenderly. He licked and nipped my hardened nipples and sucked them greedily.

I trailed my hand down his rock hard chest and abs to his now rock hard cock. I curled my hand around his length and stroked him slowly. He let out a low groan and ground his hips into mine.

"I thought you were tired, querida." He growled.

"Second wind," I purred and wrapped one leg around his waist again.

He dropped his hand and grasped my thigh, pulling me against him and pressed my back against the cool tile. He slipped two fingers of his other hand into my waiting core, rubbing and pinching my clit. I arched my back and whimpered.

"Oh, God, Hector! Now, please!" I cried out as intense heat spread throughout my belly.

Hector lifted me slightly and slid inside me, buried to the hilt. I wrapped my arms around him and bit his neck lightly. He was groaning and began thrusting rhythmically. I was close to the edge and could feel my walls clenching around him. I began to quiver as wave after glorious wave washed through me.

Hector tensed and began pumping harder just as I suppressed a scream with my release. He let out an anguished "Dios!" and groaned as his release surged inside of me.

We stayed locked together for several minutes, neither of us moving or speaking. Once our breathing and heart rates returned to normal, Hector slowly pulled away from me letting my leg slide back down. He laced the fingers of our hands together and raised them above my head against the wall. He rested his forehead against mine.

"Wow." I whispered.

Hector grinned and replied softly, "Estephania." He backed under the shower spray and pulled me with him. "Allow me." He reached for my shower sponge and the bottle of shower gel. When he opened the bottle and I got a whiff of the scent, I grinned back at him. It was his shower gel. I'm not even going to ask.

Twenty minutes later, I turned off the shower while Hector stepped out and grabbed a couple of towels. We dried each other thoroughly, stopping a few times for some extracurricular activities. Best shower ever.

As I finished drying Hector's back, I traced his tattoo with my fingers and kissed both of the cat eyes. "You know, I never thought of myself as a cat person. But this kitty definitely has me hopelessly in love."

Hector turned around and pulled me into his arms, "Me too, querida. Me too." He tipped his head and brought his lips down to mine, kissing me softly.

"We need to get dressed and get out of here or I'm afraid we'll need another shower," I teased him and ducked out of his arms.

I turned and giggled at the sight of my locker room floor. Clothes were scattered everywhere, leaving a trail from the door to the shower. I picked up everything and threw it all into the hamper for Ella.

"At least give me my boxers so I can go grab some clothes from my locker," Hector said.

I laughed and tossed his boxers to him and he went to go get this clothes. I took what I needed out of my locker and quickly dressed in shorts and a tank top. I was pulling my hair into a ponytail when Hector came back a couple of minutes later in gym shorts and a t-shirt. Good enough to get us past the cameras and home.

Hector took my hand and laced our fingers together and we headed out to the garage. He opened the passenger door for me and helped me into the SUV. He went around to the driver side and slid into the seat. Once inside, he took my hand and kissed the back of it.

"What would you like to do for dinner, querida?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes and said, "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I feel like something healthy. Grilled chicken salad from Pino's?"

Hector stifled a laugh and calmly looked me in the eyes, "I will call it in so it will be ready when we get there." He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before putting the SUV in gear. I think he was trying to keep my brain occupied before I could change my mind.

Once at Pino's, Hector jumped out of the SUV and went in to get our order. Within minutes we were pulling into the parking lot of my apartment. He helped me out and placed his hand at my back guiding me inside. He hit the button for the elevator. I started to say something but thought better of it and just smiled. He knew I would be a little sore from our workout today and stairs were not an option.

He kissed me lightly as the doors opened on the second floor and we bumped shoulders playfully as we walked toward my door.

Shit! My eyes widened and I dropped the Pino's bag. Hector pushed me behind him as he drew his gun.

There was a red target painted on my door.

Hector entered the apartment and returned seconds later. "It is OK." He picked up the Pino's bag and guided me inside. He set the bag on the counter in the kitchen and drew me into his arms. Only then did I let myself start to tremble. Tears began to slide down my cheeks.

"Querida," he whispered. He pulled my head into his shoulder and kissed the top of my head. "Do not cry, mi amor. I am here. No one can hurt you."

I held onto Hector as though my life depended on it. Well, actually, it did. Some sicko was after me again. Who had I pissed off lately?