Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I eased open Antonio’s door and quietly slipped into his room, going over to his bed. He was peacefully sleeping, his nightlight casting a glow over his olive-toned skin. Reaching forward, I gently ran my hand over his curls.
I’d never let my world touch him. I’d do everything I could to protect both him and his beautiful mother.
“Te amo, chico,” I whispered before slipping back out of his room, shutting his door back behind me with a barely audible click. Then, I slipped into the room across the hall. Elaina was asleep in Joey’s arms, both of them naked. I shook my head.
Joey got hot all the time. Every fucking morning, I was “graced” with his nakedness. It took me a little while to get used to it.
To be honest, it took both of us a little while to get used to the two of us being naked together. But Elaina was extremely important to both of us, and we eventually moved past our own discomfort to give her what she needed.
Both of us together.
I wanted to do nothing more than fall into bed and curl up behind her, but I needed a shower. I’d spent most of my day in the scalding desert of Mexico, trying to hunt down this group, and I was dusty. I would not get into bed and mess up her clean sheets with my dirtiness.
I made my way into the bathroom and shut the door before flicking on the light. I grimaced at my reflection. Jesus. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d looked so damn haggard.
Blowing out a breath, I turned away from my reflection and turned on the shower. I didn’t waste a minute getting out of my dirty clothes and threw them into the hamper. When I stepped into the shower and the scalding water beat on my back, I sighed, my muscles relaxing.
This felt amazing.
I needed this damn shower. Normally, I’d go to Elaina and vent out my aggression on her pussy, but I didn’t know if she was still suffering through her anxiety, and I wouldn’t do anything to make that worse.
The shower would have to do.
The bathroom door opened, and I jerked my eyes open. Reaching up to wipe the water from my face, I watched as the woman of the hour slipped into the steaming bathroom.
“You should be sleeping,” I rumbled, a disapproving note in my voice.
She opened the shower door and slipped in, looking up at me through her blonde lashes. “I missed you,” she whispered. She took a step closer, pressing her small, soft hands to my abdomen. My muscles quivered beneath her touch. “You look tired, Alejandro. Everything okay?”
I nodded, reaching for her to draw her body closer to me. Now that she was in here, she was going to get what I needed to give her.
“I will be,” I assured her as I leaned my head down. She moaned when I claimed her lips, and then she gasped when I backed her up against the shower wall, the cool tile pressing against her back. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she pressed her body even closer to mine.
It was like she was trying to claw her way into my body, and fuck, if I could live like that, I certainly would. I was that fucking selfish.
“Need you,” I growled, nipping along her jaw.
She turned in my hold, giving me her back. I groaned when she pushed her ass against my cock, forcing me back a couple of steps until she could comfortably bend at a ninety-degree angle.
“I’m yours,” she assured me.
Fuck.
I gripped my cock and slid the head of my shaft along her weeping slit, and only when I was sure I was lubricated enough did I slide inside of her.
She cried out. “Fanculo, little one,” I snarled, reaching around to cover her mouth. “You’ll wake Joey.”
I slid out and pushed back in, her whimpers and moans silenced by my palm. Her head was arched back in what was no doubt an uncomfortable position, but I didn’t care.
She’d come to me knowing how I was when I came back home to her from Mexico. Being away from her made me volatile enough. Adding a fucking problem to that was even worse.
I fucked her like I’d been without her for years rather than mere hours. Her tears wet my hand, but I could tell by her reactions and those sexy muffled noises that she didn’t want me to stop.
Sometimes, she craved the pain I caused as much as I needed to dole it out.
Joey was the balancer between the two of us. He made sure I never went too far, and he also made sure she got the comfort she needed during a particularly rough fuck session.
“Alejandro,” Joey called, drawing me out of my head. I jerked my head over to look at him. He was still naked, his arms crossed over his chest.