The cartel had transported Ellie to Mexico. She had told Tom that she was too weary to fly home to Dallas after her rescue and asked if they could rest the night. They had driven to a luxury Hacienda where Tom now sits beside her.
"Shall I send for a physician?" He asked after hanging up the phone where he had ordered one of his guards to go into the city for Ellie a new dress.
"There is no need for a doctor or a counselor. What's done is done. I took a licking, and tomorrow I will keep on ticking."
He chuckled, amused by her resilience. "You are stronger than you look."
"Looks ain't got nothing to do with it. It is what's inside that counts. I am a Generational Texan. The blood of my ancestors flows through me. They hacked their life out of this feral frontier, burying their husbands, and birthing babies along the way."
"You astonish me, Ellie. Few do."
After a warm bubble bath and a soothing sponging by Tom, Ellie reclined on the bed dressed in only a silky robe. She stared up at the glass ceiling admiring the midnight sky dusted in stars. Tom had not left her side the entire night and now sat beside her offering her a glass of alcohol. She accepted the strong brew and watched as he poured a small package of powder into it.
"It will relax you." He said meeting her inquisitive eyes.
"I do not indulge in drug use."
He laughed now, low and sensual. "Neither do I. It is a sedative to ease your pain and to help you sleep."
She downed the drink and with a naughty smile, she purred, "Then I need to do this before it kicks in." She untied the robe and allowed it to slither down, the witchery of the moonlight spilling upon freshly lotioned flesh. "I have thanked you, but not in the way that I want to."
Rosy pink nipples, erect, taut with an aching desire, glared at him. Reaching to caress her breast, he asked, "Your body? You are in pain."
"Then be gentle with me." She cooed, her eyes catching the moonlight and shimmering.
Against his better judgment, Tom captured her mouth and pressed her flat. "If I hurt you, tell me to stop."
"I will never tell you to stop, Tom."
"Than I shall never hurt you, my love."
Slow and tender their bodies branded, locking in a passionate embrace. For over an hour they entwined, meshing their hips to a delicate rhythm.
Afterwards, Ellie laid tangled in sheets and Tom's limbs, his warm semen seeping down her thighs. "If you continue to ejaculate inside me what you told that dirty cartel will come true."
"So your brother would insist upon a shotgun wedding?" He jested.
"We dont do that down here no more. However, I do not plan to bear children out of wedlock." She giggled faintly, her voice fatigue.
He hugged her tighter. She could not see his face but felt his smile. " I would not need a gun pointed at my head to make you my bride, Ellie."
She was not sure if he was serious or not. One never knew about British men. Changing the subject, she yawned letting him know that she could no longer fight the sedative he gave her. Understanding, he pressed her head to his chest and stroked her hair to lull her to sleep.