Page 123 of Keepsake

“This is it.” He promised. “It’s us now. I’ve got you.”

Legs shaking from the position, I felt him deep inside me. His piercings hitting me in the right place, teasing my clit. I was addicted to him. I wanted more. I wanted forever.

And when my mouth opened in a silent scream, he pushed further, his pace increasing until he took my orgasm for himself. It belonged to him anyway.

His nose buried in my neck. My pussy strangled him when I came, my eyes closed, avoiding the cheap fluorescent lights.

Not long after that, he followed me, a groan so sinful I kissed him, taking a dirty swear off his mouth. Alvaro chuckled and took my earlobe in his mouth. “I love you.”

I always wanted to be loved. I imagined ways I could be loved. I always thought I was unlikable, unlovable, and yet,Alvaro Castillo.

“I love you, too.”

His thrusts were shallow, but he refused to let me go. Alvaro kissed my collarbone, my neck, and my cheeks. I breathed him in the same way he breathed me in.

And then we moved apart. He took his bag and a shirt covering his chest and extended a hand to me. I took it and let him unlock the locker room and move us to the main floor.

Still full, but no David or the man from the microphone anywhere to be found.

“I’ll take care of Paddy,” Alvaro said, my eyebrows furrowed with confusion. He added. “The owner.”

“He let David go in with a knife,” I said, gripping his hand for attention.

Alvaro nodded, keeping his voice low not to attract people. “He wanted the money. Whatever pays for the show.”

We kept going until finally reaching the door, the wind quickly washing all the muggy sensation, my ponytail askew whipped with force.

“I’m done, Jefa. Nothing here matters anymore.” And when I didn’t reply right away, he brought me to his arms. “Let’s go home.”

Nothing in life was truly ever done, because it became part of us. Whatever happened that night, it was still going to follow us for a while.

We moved to separate cars, my eyes on his, until we both got in and drove quickly home, reluctant to be apart for even a second.

The city was empty. Fast, we found our way. My car first and then his truck. We parked side by side in the building’s parking lot.

I jumped out, and we met in the space between our cars. He took my hand and kissed it before guiding me to the elevators. I swiped the penthouse keycard, and he tucked me under his arms, fitting so perfectly just there.

The doors opened to the sound of children’s laughter, bringing a smile instantly to my lips.

I guided him to the kitchen first, unable to stay a second longer without having a look at his cuts. He let me fuss around, discarding his T-shirt to the side. I cleaned him up while the kids were distracted and got him fresh clothes, but before we followed the noise, I grabbed something from my secret candy stash.

We moved together, like I was glued to his side, until we found them in the media room. Lachlan and Vienna smiling and our reluctant babysitter on his phone.

I kissed Dash’s hair, hopping through his long legs, and sat between Vienna and Lachlan. “What are we watching?” I asked, bringing Lachlan to my lap.

“What do you think?” Dash huffed, eyeing his uncle, but never asking why he was back.

He belonged here with us.

“Gummy bears?” I offered Dash.

“I do!” Vi yelled and took a couple, same did Lachlan. Dash watched me with narrowed eyes, but eventually, he accepted.

Alvaro moved to my other side, his arm over the couch at my back, and I turned so I was resting on his chest. I looked at the TV and giggled when I saw the characters singing about Bruno. So, the kids were obsessed about a movie. At least it was a good one.

I breathed in, smelled Lachlan’s hair and settled on Alvaro’s chest.

Nothing was ever going to be the same. Sofia still wasn’t here. The kids would struggle with that for the rest of their lives. Alvaro would still carry scars that wouldn’t heal.

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