Page 61 of A Promise For Tomorrow

There is a buzz in the air that crackles with mischief and uncertainty of what’s to come.

My eyes shift to Liam who is laughing with his shot glass held high in the air. His other arm is wrapped around Lainey’s waist, keeping her tucked into his side. She too, has her glass raised along with the rest of our crew.

“We are honored to have been given the responsibility to plan this,” he boasts. His dark eyes briefly flicker to mine beforesaluting me with his glass and tilting his head back to take the shot.

I return the sentiment, tossing back my shot. “We are only just getting started,” I add, raising my voice to be heard over the cheers.

Liam’s eyes meet mine again before he and Lainey head towards the bar. Since we all arrived here yesterday evening, Liam has kept his distance. We have done most of our planning over the phone these last few weeks. Our dynamic has drastically changed. I mean, we knew it would. We chose this.

Still, the tequila burns a bit more than it used to.

Diego surprises me. He comes up behind me, his arms wrapping around my center as his lips press against my butterfly tattoo. “Hello,Mariposita.”

I spin around in his arms to circle my own around his waist, raising up on tiptoes to kiss him. “I missed you,” I confess against his lips.

“I missedyou. I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you.” He lowers his forehead to mine.

“Did you get any closer to sorting out your ‘big’ return?” I ask, curious as ever if his trip to Greece with his cousin went as planned. He left a week and a half ago to retrieve any ounce of information he could get his hands on. His source in the Greek Coast Guard was working alongside them. Sticking to his promise, he told me his plans and kept me informed every step of the way. He and Antonio had been working hard this last month, getting much closer to proving Geraldo was to blame for the explosion of Pontus.

“The Greek Coast Guard has limited evidence about the events of that night. Which helps my case. The only thing standing in the way of completely pinning it on my uncle is the statement they have from the officiant….I’m not worried. He will no longer be a problem.” The corner of Diego’s mouth curves up revealing his dimple.

“Diego…Youdidn’t.” I place my hand on his chest, staring up into his eyes for confirmation.

“No. No. I didn’tkillhim,Mariposita,” he laughs heartily. “He’s a man of God for fucks sake. I may have a laundry list of reasons to head straight to Hell when I go, but I’d like to at least try to get a pass to where you’re going.”

I shake my head at the man before me. His logic is awful.

“Where you sleep, I sleep. That means if you don’t make it in, I’ll rip off my wings and take a skydive straight down to you. Better catch me, asshole.” I slap his chest before tugging him along towards the tiki bar where our friends are gathered.

“The hell you will,” he growls as I tug him along to the edge of the bar where Lexi and Con are.

“Madison! Get your ass over here and do another shot with me,” she sings. “Oh,Hey, Diego. Welcome to the uncensored fun. Doesn’t your wife look absolutelyedibletonight?”

Diego tilts his head down to look at me before licking his lips. His eyes roam the exposed skin playing peekaboo through the cut outs of this hip-hugging peach dress. “She does. In fact, I may have to steal her away for a moment after this shot.”

“Wait up! I want in.” Liam booms, making his way towards us.Wait, what?!

When he reaches us, he claps Diego on the back. “Glad you’re back. Madison has been unbearable lately. So snippy. You know what she needs to curb that attitude.” He breaks out into laughter while grabbing shots off the bar and handing them out to us.Oh…he wanted in on the shots…

“Oh, please,” I scoff. “I wasn’tthatbad.

“Who are we talking about?” Killian joins us, seemingly amused. Liam hands him a shot glass.

“Madison when she’s cranky. You know what she needs.”

“Yeah…this.” Killian takes the pussy-shaped shot glass and licks the salt off the slit before slamming his shot back.

My jaw drops.Okay, fuck these men.Oh right, I already did.That’s why I am standing here as they discuss my sex life.They aren’t wrong.A good dose of vitamin D always makes me feel better. So, sue me. But for fucks sake. Do they need to be so vocal about it?

Diego is the first to speak. “I respect you all. I know you have a past with Madison, but if I hear any of you talk about her sex life again, you won’t be able to talk about it ever again. Your jaw will be wired shut so tightly…” he starts to growl. I intervene by gripping his bicep and dragging him to one of the private cabanas along the beach.

The white linen curtain swooshes shut behind us as I push him down onto the wicker couch. I straddle him, grinding myself down onto his hard as stone cock. My fingernails rake into his curled hair as my lips devour his. He reacts immediately, roughly cupping my ass beneath my dress and pushing me down onto his length. Needy fingers slide the matching lace thong to the side before he sinks one through my slickness.

“Baby, you are soaked,” he groans against my lips.

“That was so fucking hot. How you stood up for me,” I pant between kisses.

His lips find my neck as he murmurs, “You aren’t the only one who gets cranky. A week and a half is too fucking long. I need to sink so far inside you right now,Mariposita. I can’t be gentle with you right now.”

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