Page 35 of Forever Mine

“Mãe!” I may be in my mid-forties, but no man wants his mother to be talking about pussy like this.

“Gabriel. Your ex-wife was a connivingcadela.” Yes, she was a conniving bitch. I’m sure she still is. I was blinded by the fairytale Courtney created and how our life would be. Turns out, she wanted my medical insurance and to fuck my soldiers when I deployed. By the time my year deployment was up, she had cleared all our bank accounts, stolen half of my furniture, had the divorce finalized, and was shacking up with a lieutenant. She’s since dropped him and nabbed a Major. Courtney was slowly stair-stepping her way up the Army ranks. I’m just thanking my lucky stars I had a vasectomy years ago and couldn’t get her pregnant. Being connected to that woman for a lifetime would be horrid.

“Mama. It taught me not to trust my heart,” I admit.

“Not all women are out to get you. The right woman will come along and give you everything you need. And she’ll need everything you can offer. You can count on that,filho.”

We spend a few more moments talking and confirming my flight information for the weekend. Typically I would drive, as it’s only about twelve or thirteen hours, but I can only stay for two days and would prefer to spend as much time with my family as I can.

As I end the call, Monica finally comes out of the bathroom.

“Sorry if I took too long,” she says, clearly avoiding eye contact.

“Not an issue. My mother called.”

“Oh.”

“Monica.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me,querida,” I demand. Monica’s eyes raise to mine, and I see her square her shoulders as she faces me. Defiant little spitfire. My cock twitches in my boxer briefs, and since I’m still mostly naked and sitting on the bed, I pull my knees up to keep my erection from Monica’s view. That Italian sass is so fucking attractive.

“What?” she asks.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I tell her. Her eyes narrow.

“I’m not embarrassed about anything. You’re the one that should be embarrassed. Your morning wood was trying to poke through my stomach,” she retorts. I can’t help the grin that covers my face. God, I love a good banter.

“I should be embarrassed about morning wood? What every man over the age of fourteen deals with every damn day?”

“Well, yeah. I guess. I’m going downstairs to get breakfast,” Monica murmurs as she makes a huge show of looking around for her shoes.

As she’s about to open the door, I decide to ask her one last thing. “How’d you like the show yesterday afternoon?”

I see her spine stiffen as her entire body stills. We could probably hear a pin drop against the fucking carpet it’s so quiet in here.

“What do you mean, Gabriel?” she asks quietly.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean,querida,” I respond as I get off the bed and walk toward her. I stand behind her and hear her sharp intake of breath as I bend down to put my mouth next to her ear. “You came with my name on your lips, just like I did with yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammers.

“Don’t play coy,anjinho. It’s not your style,” I whisper against her ear. I let my tongue slide out and touch the lobe lightly, making Monica whimper. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

I walk into the bathroom and turn to see Monica still standing, her eyes closed and her body swaying slightly. I chuckle as I close the door. I make sure to fully close it this time.

The next time Monica sees my dick, it will be right before I fuck her senseless.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Monica

What the hell was that?

Hesawme? He knew I was watching?

I am completely humiliated. Mortified. Beyond embarrassed.

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