ENIOLA

"I don't think anyone would go swimming during winter, do you?" Tobias said with a slight pout, "I for one cannot stand cold water. I never liked it."

It did not take long to realize Tobias was sincere when he said he could not handle alcohol.

Why else would he be arguing about water temperature?

His flushed face, unprovoked laughter, and endless babbling were enough evidence. Eniola was sure she had never heard him talk so much so she decided to enjoy it as she watched his expressions from where his head rested on her lap.

"You prefer warm water right?" He asked and she shrugged. "Anyone is fine then? What if you want to swim right now would you boil the pool outside?"

She laughed at his silliness as he took another sip from the cup.

On his ranch, he had what looked like Roman baths instead of actual pools. It made it seem as though it was built in the 17th century.

She could not wait to have a dip in it.

"I don't want this anymore." He complained, swirling the clear liquid in the glass.

It was water.

Eniola had decided to give him water seeing how much the whiskey had affected him but by the look of things, it did not seem like he was getting sober. He was rather trapped in his little inebriated state.

Cute.

"Eniola?" Tobias called gently like he always did and she was met with glassy dazed eyes, "Do you do this with other people?"

"Do you mean drink?" Of course, she did.

She had shared a drink with most of her friends, including Clara, Alvaro, and Vittore. It was her way of bonding with people.

"No, no. I mean..." He closed his eyes for a moment, blindly reaching for her palm and placing it atop his bare torso, "Do you stay like this with other people? Do you spend this much time with them?"

Her brows furrowed in thought as she watched him.

"You have dated before, right? Or was it just for sex?" He had no filter when he was drunk.

She had dated a few men and slept with even more but actually being with them was out of the question.

"Yes to both questions."

Her response seemed to dampen his mood, "Would you also do the same when I leave?"

She raised a brow at him. Surely, he must be drunk. Talking about leaving—

"I thought you weren't going to leave?" His hold on her hand tightened.

"I would when you get tired of me." He replied, making her laugh again.

"I don't see that happening in the nearest future," Eniola said reassuringly, toying with the cool rings on his fingers.

She wanted one of those.

"I do not plan on leaving you so soon as well." She hoped he was going to keep that promise. "Until then, I don't think I would like you to spend time with other people that are not me."

Eniola tilted her head at him, "Where was this energy when I was with Vittore?"

Tobias narrowed his eyes at her, and his heart's pace quickened under her palm.

"As you said, I did not know what I wanted then." He started.

"Do you know what you want now?" She asked, watching as he nodded. "And you think you know now because we fucked?" She jabbed, hiding the seriousness in her tone.

Eniola struggled to attribute everything he was going to say to his drunkenness.

"I liked you before—" He shook his head and got up from his position.

Although there was no sway in his steps as he opted to sit in front of her, his speech was incredibly slurred.

"I swear, I really did." He held her hand with both of his and brought them to his lips.

Her face warmed at his words.

He's wasted. She reminded herself.

"And now... I like you even more..." Tobias watched her with unfocused eyes. "I'm just worried you do not see me in that light."

She knew she should not encourage his rambling but still-

"Are you for real? Do you even have any idea how much I love you?" She said, attempting to pry her fingers away from his. "If anything, I should be the one doing the worrying—"

"I do not like seeing you worried. Allow me to worry for both of us." He said instead, frowning as he still held onto her hand, "Please, don't let go."

"Tobi, I think we should go to bed," Eniola said, biting her lips in concern. He was going to be so embarrassed the next day.

"I want to be with you."

"You can be with me tomorrow." She said, her eyes widening as his hold on her tightened. He did not seem like he would move an inch.

"What about the day after tomorrow?" Tobias asked and she gave him a small smile. If only he were sober.

"Sure."

"And the day after that?"

"Yes, Tobi."

"And after that one?"

Exasperatedly, she closed his mouth with her palm, laughing as he licked her hand.

"Idiot. You should have told me you were the clingy type when you're drunk."

His eyes nearly shone as he stared at her smile.

He was effortlessly beautiful.

"I really like you, Eniola." He said, his words nearly muffled as her palms still stayed in place. She withdrew her hand as he finished.

"You're a lost cause, Tobi but yeah, I like you too." She said easily.

Her attraction to him had never been a secret. He on the other hand was finding it hard to sound half as believing as he was drunk out of his mind.

"I thought you loved me." He interjected. "Do you not love me anymore?" For some odd reason, he looked like he was a few moments away from crying.

With an exaggerated sigh, Eniola said, "Remind me to never let you get drunk."

He pouted as he tugged on her wrist, "I'd never pass up an opportunity to be with you."

Her cheeks warmed at his words. Drink or sober, he was smooth.

Eniola's hand returned to his face, her fingers tracing the slight stubble on his chin. He was never one for facial hair.

"And neither would I."

He smiled at her words, faltering when she grazed his dark eyebrows, "Are you planning on taking advantage of me?"

Eniola laughed at his silliness as she tapped his forehead.

"Would you prefer if I did?" she asked and his nod was enthusiastic. "Say please,"

"This again?" She smirked back at him, pushing him onto the floor and crawling on top him.

He was very expressive once there was alcohol in his system.

"You still owe it to me."

Tobias pushed himself upwards, her breasts pressing into his chest as he stared at her. "I'm not going to beg."

She was sure he could feel her erect nipples against him.

"Say. Please." She accentuated each word while grinding on his abdomen, pretending to not feel the hardness poking at her behind.

"Eniola..." He tried to warn but his voice slurred, transitioning into a low groan. "You do not want to do this."

She raised a brow at him, paying no mind to his warnings. She was the one on top after all. What would he do?

"Oh trust me, I do."

Eniola gingerly removed his hands from her hips and picked up the loose hairband that lay on the side of the couch. It was long enough to form a bind.

"Hands behind your back, Tobi."

His mouth fell open as his gaze fell to the hair tie then her grin. "Sorry? On the floor?"

She took it upon herself to do it, pulling him away from the edge of the couch. Even in his state of surprise, he let her.

"If you're not going to beg, forget about touching me or even staring when I take this off." She replied calmly, watching him tug on the bound that seemed a little bit too tight.

Oh well. I have bruises around my hips and wrists to match yours.

"I can't stare?" He asked almost timidly. "But I like staring."

She almost changed her mind because of how innocent he looked. Sighing, she reached for a her bandana and gestured at him to come closer.

Again, he obeyed.

"This is new," Tobias muttered as she tightened the knot behind his head. "Eniola?"

"I'm still here." She replied quietly, admiring her work. Tobias being so big and yet so powerless at that moment was just as funny as it was arousing.

So fucking cute!

"Are you okay?"

He nodded in response, finally giving up on struggling with the tie.

She resumed her position on him, her hands pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Let me know if you don't feel good." She felt him freeze as her lips touched his earlobe.

She was quickly getting excited as well.

"What are you going to do?" He asked with the same volume, sighing as she dragged a sharp fingernail down his chest. She smiled when his breath hitched.

Now he knew how he made her feel.

"Do you trust me?"

"Completely."

His reaction to the kiss was almost instantaneous with him pushing his lips against hers. She had to hold his tongue between her teeth to prevent him from going further.

She held his face away in a reprimanding manner, "Slowly..."

Tobias nodded, leaning in again.

Eniola took her time in exploring his body, something that he would usually not give her enough time to do. Her hands framed his shoulder, tracing the arms that were behind him. Yup, definitely secure.

For the first time, she noticed that parts of his skin were rough and felt like they had lines protruding from it. It was hard to see anything else with all the tattoos he had but she decided to ask him about them later. Were they scars?

By the time she got to his abdomen, he pulled away.

"This is hard, Fuego." He said with a deep exhale, pressing his forehead against hers.

Although he was blindfolded, she knew he was still staring at her.

Her free hand patted his damp hair in reassurance, "You're doing good."

He had no time to react before her hands slipped into his pants. The man just had to put on underwear.

She improvised by rubbing his length through what felt like cotton briefs.

His quiet moan gave her motivation to do more as she pulled the band away from his body and then let it go.

The smack made Tobias harshly clear his throat.

"You have too many clothes on," Eniola said, still stroking him through the fabric.

"Now you know how frustrating it is." His voice was clipped and it almost seemed like he snapped at her.

"Don't be mean." She chided, squeezing his length and he tried to apologize but it came out as a groan. "Shh..."

She pressed a finger against his lip, stylishly pushing it into his mouth.

To her delight, he licked it.

"I'll help you take it off." She kissed him again, with her finger between them as she enjoyed his heavy breaths.

This is fun.

He was not his usual protesting self as she dragged his pants off in one fluid motion, leaving them to pool by his ankles.

She could already see him try to kick it off completely.

Her attention returned to his briefs. The bulge in them was even bigger by now.

How can he have so much restraint when he's so fucking hard?

She took her time in unraveling the present, her eyes almost falling out of their sockets when his dick sprung free.

"You almost poked my eyes out." She joked, cautiously wrapping her hand around it.

She didn't have the chance to closely look at it the previous night.

It was huge.

Eniola courageously ran her hand down him, wondering what she had gotten herself into but the man's groaning was reassurance she never knew she needed.

The shaft leaked precum as her thumb pressed into it.

"Fuego—"

She looked up to see his head bowed as his teeth pressed into his bottom lip. Sweat already rolled down his chest that rose and fell in record time.

She liked seeing him like that.

"Yes, Tobi?" His brief silence made her press even harder.

"Please..." It was between a plea and a moan.

"Please?" She egged him on, bringing her finger to her own lips.

He tasted good and she wanted more.

"Please— Fuck!" He almost whimpered as she took him in her mouth.

Her tongue rounded his head, teasing him like before then took him down her throat. To her disappointment, she could only do half before resorting to bobbing her head up and down, trying to take as much of him as possible.

His groans became louder as she went faster, eager to drive him to the edge as he hit the back of her throat. Is he planning to choke me or something?

She watched him again. His head was thrown back and the blindfold was about to come off, forcing her to stop.

"Why-" He tried to say between shallow breaths, "Why did you stop?"

Eniola kissed her teeth as she reached up to redo the blindfold.

"No peeking." She scolded, kissing him on the mouth.

She grinned as he quickly ran a tongue over his lips. Sneaky kink.

"Give me a second."

How he managed to look so hot while blindfolded and bound and naked still surprised her. The man was effortlessly sexy.

She quickly took off her underwear and shirt.

The warmth his voice held almost made her cry as she pressed her lips unto his, knowing very well that they both tasted the precum.

Her fingers went down her body, slipping past her lips and into her. The contact was appreciated but her fingers were not as big as his and no way near his dick.

She was soaking wet and it was a miracle that he did not feel it. Or maybe he did.

As she did so, she felt his teeth graze her neck and lightly press down. He was being extremely patient with her but she knew they had to get through it sometime.

She grabbed his dick and sat above him, slowly herself easing herself down. Her mouth formed a small 'O' as she felt him go inside. His gruff groan made her know it was not just intense for her alone.

She knew her grip on his shoulder was going to hurt as it finally went in. Adjusting around him was in no way easier than the first time.

"Fucking hell." She whispered, feeling him stretch her insides. "How big are you?!"

Tobias could only give half a grin in response as he bottomed her out.

Slowly, she began to move, moaning as the friction made her core a bit too warm. Something about him being so submissive drove her threw her on the edge.

Eniola did not know she was holding her breath until she felt the need to breathe. She had never felt so full.

She went up and down his length, holding on to him like her legs would suddenly give out. They probably would.

"Fuego..." Tobias's rough voice sounded in her ear as they slowly grinded against each other. "Please."

She could not even remember the reason why he was pleading as she opted to increase the pace. His light intake of breaths spurred her on.

"What are you begging me f— Oh fuck!"

Her body nearly gave out when he stroked that perfect spot.

"Let me hold you." He pleaded between each shallow thrust. "Please."

She felt a climax brewing as she held onto him, nodding at the request she barely paid mind to.

Suddenly, hands gripped her hips, forcing the short thrusts into longer, deeper, and well, louder ones. And she thought she was doing it right.

"Fuck, Tobias!" She cried, feeling her stomach twist in knots as she hopelessly gripped his shoulders for support.

There was a short pause until she was suspended in the air and dropped on the sofa and then he continued. The new position forced her to let go of him and resort to grabbing at invisible straws.

The strokes went even deeper. She could swear she felt him in her stomach as her insides contracted around him.

"I'm going to fucking cum!" She cried but her screams were swallowed by his own mouth.

An intense vibration racked her entire being as he slowed his movements to a grind against her already sensitive clitoris.

As they separated, she noticed something apart from his wet hair and swollen lips.

"Hello." He said with a small smile.

The man's blindfold was gone.

She managed to keep her dazed eyes on his as she tried to get herself together.

"You're supposed to be drunk," Eniola said lightly, shoving his hard chest.

He was still in her and hard. Oh, he didn't cum.

Tobias's eyes lingered on her breasts then back to her eyes.

"We're not done."

~~~

"I'm not sure about this, Fuego." His voice was nearly a whisper as his free hand held unto Eniola who found his nervousness rather funny.

She watched him gulp when the piercer turned to him with a decently sized needle.

"Relax, it would only take a second." She tried to soothe him, rubbing circles into his palm.

Eniola would usually say more to placate him but at that moment, the slight aching on her hip made her feel uneasy.

Tobias took one look at the piercer and his needle and shook his head.

According to him, Toney, the piercer/tattooer was trustworthy. He looked like he was in his late forties with tattoos up to his neck and pure gray hair wrapped in a man bun.

With the smile he held, it was obvious he loved his job and was used to Tobias's queasiness.

"I am definitely not doing this. Por supuesto no." Of course not. She laughed at his attempt to free his hand while Toney turned to sterilize a needle.

"Come on, Tobi. You didn't complain when you had that done." She pointed to the new ink behind that same ear.

It was a rather intricate design of a small flame, stretching from behind his earlobe to the back of his neck. He was never one to opt for a professional look but it would be his first visible tattoo. Well if you looked closely enough.

Tobias had spontaneously decided to get it done when she was adding a few more letters to the waist bead tattoo around her hip.

The fact that he was afraid of another similar needle was quite surprising.

"It's different..." He grumbled, lightly feeling the tattoo for a moment.

The shiny gel had cooled off and the skin was now slightly pink.

"How so?" She asked, eyeing the piercer that still waited.

Tobias kissed his teeth and stretched his hand to massage his earlobe. "Just do it."

Eniola gestured at the Toney with a grin. It was only a hole and wouldn't hurt much.

"Would we still be going to the meadows?" Eniola suddenly asked and Tobias nodded, easily distracted from Roney massaging his earlobe with disinfectant.

"Si, I already have plans for— fucking hell." He shut his eyes mid-sentence, biting his lip to stop any more cursing from leaving his mouth.

Eniola could only laugh at his childish reaction. She had noticed he cursed more recently.

"You're a Mafia boss. Get a grip." She teased, watching as he blinked away the pain.

He had taken the pain rather well as he watched it in the mirror.

"It will take a few days to heal. You're all good. Here's a lollipop." The glare he sent to Roney made the older man roll his eyes and drop the candy on the table.

"Are you sure it's not infected?" He asked, rubbing his ear worriedly.

Eniola laughed and pulled his hand away.

"It will be if you keep touching."

She watched as he intertwined their fingers and looked at her nails.

"I guess it wasn't too bad." He said softly, "I like seeing you smile."

Her heart warmed at his words, reminding her of how mushy he had been the previous night.

As expected, he had no memory of the previous night and was too hungover to even ask. Their plan to go back to the States was cut short by reports of bad weather and his unwillingness to travel in his condition.

He was still warm to her and she was fine with just that.

"Let's look at the jewelry you could get with it. This one is pretty." She pointed at a single earring with an ankh pendant.

Tobias took one look at it and shook his head, "It looks heavy."

"You're a child." Eniola said pointedly. "What kind do you want then?"

He gestured at the one in his reflection, "What's wrong with this one?"

She looked at the silver stud in his ear and shrugged while unwrapping his lollipop.

"I guess it's fine."

Eniola thought it was too simple.

~~~

She could not believe her eyes as she had seen the most magnificent horses all in the same place.

She never took Tobias to be a farm boy even though he had told her many times that he grew up on a ranch and did a bit of farming and rearing. It was not until he showed her his collection.

She was in the biggest stable she had ever seen with horses peeking from almost every shed. Her favorite however was the one that Tobias had by the reins. It was almost pure white with a silver mane and the sturdiest legs.

"Her name is Lynn," Tobias answered as he let her pet Lynn. The name suited the horse. It was simple and regal.

Just like her owner.

"Don Ferna, Senor Fuentes and Donna Lombardi is here." A worker called, making his brows furrow in confusion before a look of familiarity swept across his face.

"Alright."

Eniola wondered why he did not want her to see him as he had not hesitated to introduce her to every person they came across.

"I'll only take a moment, Fuego," Tobias said, handing the reins to her and letting his hands linger above hers before leaving.

"Okay..." She said nervously, watching his broad back leave the stable. "What are we gonna do until he comes back, Lynn?"

The horse seemed to nudge her head into Eniola's own in response before strutting forward.

"Right, let's go wait outside." With her eagerness, it seemed that they both wanted some fresh air. "You like going outside too?"

Lynn shook her head again as her hooves touched the clean grass.

"I used to like it as well until I realized Tobias might not be able to keep up all of my wildness and all that shit." She felt silly for talking to a horse but Lynn did not seem to mind and neither did she. "And I plan to make him stay this time."

"You seem to like him a lot." A voice behind her made her jump but thankfully the owner looked harmless.

It was a tall elderly woman with graying blonde hair and a warm smile. Her cunning blue eyes however freaked out Eniola a bit.

"Well, yeah," Eniola replied easily as she came close. "Do I know you?" She queried, watching the woman pat down Lynn.

The horse was ever warmer to her than Eniola.

"Lynn senses good energy so I'll be taking it that you are a good person, Eniola." She was the first person to attempt to pronounce Eniola's name correctly.

Eniola tilted her head in confusion before nodding anyway. She was so close to giving the woman an attitude.

"I am Olegario Lombardi's mother." She finally answered, filling the awkward silence Eniola had managed to cause.

No wonder she looks familiar.

"Oh, I know Ole. He is a wonderful person." Donna Lombardi nodded in agreement.

Eniola could see similarities between the mother and son.

They both had a relaxing aura around them and seemed like people she could share everything with. But the eyes, the eyes looked like they were hiding a million ways to conjure an accidental death for anyone who wronged.

Like Varo's but the lawyer did not bother to hide it all and Tobias? You were better off not knowing what he was hiding.

"Ah, yes. He is close friends with Don Ferna."

"And his doctor as well, I heard. Tobi respects him a lot." Eniola said and the answer seemed to placate Donna Lombardi.

The wrinkles around her eyes as she smiled made Eniola sigh in relief.

The woman freaked her out.

"I am happy they share a close relationship. There are not many people he is close to. You should be glad to be counted among them."

Eniola smiled.

They were already sleeping together and she was a breath away from tying him up in her basement to keep him forever.

Doesn't get much closer than that.

"I'm just worried that he may not have chosen the right people." Eniola raised her brow in defense.

Forget the fact that Donna Lombardi creeped her out. She was not above throwing hands with an old lady.

"Sorry?"

The woman laughed nervously as she looked at Eniola, "Oh no, I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about Alvaro Montezuma."

Yep, still very much offended.

"And what do you mean?" Eniola asked, crossing both arms across her chest.

She could not imagine Varo not being there for Tobias.

"I mean, the man is gay. I do not think I need to explain more. If anything, you should watch out for him. He had also been with someone that tried to kill Tobias." Correcting her by saying Alvaro did not prefer labels was a waste of both their time.

"I don't know, Mrs. Lombardi, you seem more bothered about his sexuality than his loyalty," Eniola said bluntly. "Or are you just jealous that Tobias chose Varo over your son?"

Anyone that had a problem with Alvaro had a problem with her. The man had spent four thousand dollars on a dress as an apology for shooting at her. That was as good as a lifetime commitment.

"What? Of course not. I am just saying that—"

"Varo is less capable of being Tobias's right-hand man because he's gay?" Eniola countered, glaring at the woman. "Would your son kill his wife and children if he realized they wanted Tobias dead?"

The woman's silence made her roll her eyes.

"You look a lot smarter than you actually are, Donna Lombardi, and I'm not sure Tobias would like to hear that one of his council members think like this." Although, she had an inkling that most of them thought the same thing.

She took the reins from Donna Lombardi whose scary gaze did nothing to her.

"You do not deserve both of them."

To her surprise, the elderly woman smiled and said, "No wonder he left the meeting as soon as you called."

Before Eniola could ask what she meant, Tobias returned with a small boy in his hand and an older man who had a younger son. It seemed like he was telling the child a joke judged by his excited face before his eyes found Eniola.

"Fuego, I see you've met Donna Lombardi." He had a slight smile but his eyes, however, held questions as he put the boy down.

They would talk about it later.

"This is Senor Fuentes. He has been in charge of the stable since I was a child." The man took Eniola's hand and kissed the back of her palm.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Eniola." She felt flustered at the gesture as her eyes fell on the small boy hiding behind the man.

"Oh, who's this?" Eniola said softly, leaning down to look at the shy child.

He was dark-skinned with his hair braided back and wide brown eyes. He looked to be around five to six years old and looked nothing like his father.

"I'm Enrique." He said quietly, making her grin and pat his head.

He was so small.

She briefly imagined if her child would be as beautiful as he was.

"Well, I should get going. I have to make Christmas preparations at the estate." Donna Lombardi said, bidding them goodbye and excusing herself.

"Enrique and I have to go... feed the horses as well. Goodbye now." Senor Fuentes said and laughed as he threw Enrique over his shoulder.

They both watched the father and son leave before Tobias turned to her, rubbing his hand against the back of his head.

"I've known Senor Fuentes since I was born. He owned Lynn's grandmother." He said, petting the horse as every other person had done.

"Grandmother? How old is she?" She stared at the horse.

She did not know how to calculate horse years but it looked like it was an adult at least.

"Lynn is only two years old." He said, "She's not strong enough to ride on but she loves walks and runs."

"So she's basically a giant dog?" Eniola asked and he laughed while nodding. "Where to next?"

Tobias couldn't meet her eyes when she asked the question as his hand moved to fondle his pierced ear. If he kept touching it, she doubted it would have the chance to heal.

"Well, there's this club close to the estate."

Now we're talking!