Page 52 of Forever Mine

“I’m yours, Monica. And when you’re ready to be mine, you let me know.”

“Okay,” she says shakily.

I mean to kiss her softly once more before letting her down, but Monica deepens the kiss and slides her tongue into my mouth. I groan as my hands clench her ass. I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy as our tongues slide against one another. “Fuck,querida. You taste so fucking good. I want to taste every inch of you.”

Monica’s phone dings again with a text, and I break off the kiss to rest my forehead against hers. Our hearts are beating in sync. We’re even breathing at the same intervals. This woman was made to be mine. Mine.

“I need to go,” she whispers.

“I know,” I respond quietly.

Her legs slide from around my waist as I lower her to the floor. I hiss as her body slides past my cock. I’m so fucking hard. I’m surprised it didn’t break in half when I lowered Monica to the floor. She grabs the biggest box and heads downstairs. I grab the remaining boxes and follow her. I start mentally reciting the alphabet in both English and Portuguese to try and calm my dick down.

“Hey, girlie! Got your stuff?” I hear a voice chirp from the porch.

“Yeah. Just one more box,” Monica replies as she hands the first box off and then turns around gasping, surprised to see me. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were there.”

“This is the rest of the stuff,” I tell her gruffly.

“Oh! Is this Gabriel? Hi, I’m Emily. This one’s BFF,” the girl on the porch says. I hold the box low, blocking my erection. I’m in fucking sweatpants. It’s obvious.

“Hi, Emily. It’s nice to meet you,” I say as I hold the box against my groin and reach out to shake her hand.

“I can see why Monica didn’t want to come to my house last night,” she says as she places her hand on her baby bump.

“When are you due? Congratulations, by the way,” I tell her. Emily beams.

“A couple more months. Almost there!”

“Do you know what you’re having?”

“According to my stepson, this one is finally a boy,” she says with a laugh, and Monica shakes her head while chuckling.

“Your stepson knows, but you don’t?” I ask, confused.

“Jack is a bit of a clairvoyant,” Monica explains. “He’s accurately predicted everyone’s pregnancies so far. So we’re just assuming he’s correct again.”

“Who all has been pregnant?” I ask.

“Well, I have twin girls and another girl. Liv and Liam have a little boy and twin girls, while Harper and Owen have two boys. This may be the last baby, though. Jack commented about finally being done,” Emily explains. Wow.

“That’s something,” I murmur as I try to wrap my head around Monica’s friend group. I turn toward Monica. “He didn’t say if you were having kids?”

“No, thank fuck,” Monica blurts out. “Shit. That sounded really aggressive. I don’t want kids, so he can keep that clairvoyant voodoo shit away from me.”

I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Monica and I are on the same page in regard to having children. Yet another sign we are perfect for each other.

“You should come for dinner and meet everyone! We have family dinner every Sunday at Nate and Liv’s mom’s house,” Emily blurts out, and Monica’s eyes widen.

“Oh, that’s really nice of you to ask. I already have plans this weekend,” I tell Emily hastily.

“What about next weekend?” Emily asks with an angelic smile on her face. Monica is clearly trying to send subliminal messages to Emily, but Emily isn’t budging. “It’s a standing open offer.”

“I’ll be out of town next weekend,” I lie. Monica turns to me.

“Oh? Where are you headed?” she asks. I don’t miss the quick flash of hurt in her eyes.

“I’ll be at my mountain cabin. I go there every month or so,” I explain.

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