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There would be time to show her my devotion later. Time when I worshiped every inch of her body, when it wouldn’t just be my hand between us. When I’d slide my cock so deep inside of her that I imprinted myself onto her very fucking soul.

A time when she was as sure of us as I was.

A time when she’d never want to leave.

Chapter Seventeen

Lorena

Iawokesated,mybody and mind content in a way they hadn’t been for so long. Warmth enveloped my whole body and when I stretched, I pressed against something solid and warm. Not something. Someone. My face flamed as I took a look over my shoulder, finding Miguel wrapped against me from behind. Even in sleep, his hold was possessive around my waist, his legs thrown over my own as he kept me pinned to the mattress and his side.

I observed him for a moment, the memories of what I’d done to him in the middle of the night filling me with an ever-growing mortification. I hadn’t realized what I’d been doing. Not until my eyes flew open, the remnants of the dream still clinging to my bones. It had felt like an electric current buzzed beneath my skin, demanding touch and release.

The dirty dream had pushed through to my wakefulness, and I’d tried to swat it away like I would a messy, sticky cobweb, but Miguel had pulled me closer, keeping me tethered to him no matter how fiercely I apologized for something that felt like a violation.

I’d humped his leg in my sleep, for God’s sake.

But he hadn’t seemed to mind. Not even when I practically mauled him, climbing over his body and humping his hand until my release finally claimed me and I fell into a dreamless, comfortable sleep.

His chest rose and fell against my back, the steadiness of his breathing grounding me back to reality. I wanted to shove memories of last night away, but they pervaded even stronger with the arrival of sunlight filtering through his bedroom windows.

Slowly, I untangled myself from his body. He didn’t even stir, but fell to his back and gave off a soft snore. I climbed out of bed, stretching my limbs with a quiet, satisfied groan. I snuck into the bathroom to quietly take care of business, and when I emerged, teeth brushed, curls tamed, clothes changed, Miguel was still asleep.

I loathed to disturb him, especially as he looked the most peaceful I’d ever seen him look before. Instead, I made my way to the door and slipped out into the hall. When we’d come to the clubhouse, I’d noticed their industrial kitchen by the bar. I didn’t have any other way to express my gratitude to Miguel and his club hermanos other than cooking them all a nice breakfast. It was the least I could do after they’d showed up at mine and Desi’s the day before.

I paused outside of Mayan’s door, straining my ear, but I heard nothing coming from within. Though I wanted to walk in and check on Desi, I held back. I needed to let her sleep too.

I found my way downstairs. The entire place was as silent as a graveyard. I wondered if bikers were averse to getting up early with the sun.

Down by the bar, my feet faltered. It appeared as though I wasn’t the only one up and about. Zeke sat at a bar stool, kicking his little legs back and forth, staring off at the wall with his familiar, frustrated expression. Seated next to him was a woman I’d grown familiar with.

Camila Lopez.

Miguel’s sister.

She was no less pretty than the last time I’d seen her. The harder I stared at her, the more of a resemblance I found between her, Miguel, and Zeke. Rounded, soft cheeks, the same wide-set nose, and dark black curls and eyes. Both Miguel and Camila had a mischievous glint in their eye, though it was subtle, underlying something much more intense.

It took me a moment to realize we were staring at one another, sizing each other up in a discreet way. Camila spoke first.

“Maestra Flores.” Her lips twitched. “Good morning.”

A fresh wave of heat suffused my cheeks. “Good morning.” I took a tentative step forward before I pulled my gaze away from her and bent towards Zeke. I waved my hand to get his attention and when he looked at me, I could make out the small twist of his mouth into a smile. “Good morning, Zeke.”

He didn’t respond, though I hadn’t expected him to.

“I’d ask what you were doing here, maestra, but I think I can guess.”

I stood up and met the mirth shining in Camila’s eyes. My face flushed at the implications I found in her words, and I couldn’t even bring a denial to my lips. Especially not after last night when I’d ridden Miguel’s hand like an animal in heat.

“I’m not judging you,” Cami said, letting me know that my emotions were written plain on my face for all to see. Either that or she was really good at getting a read on people. “But I do want to give you a warning.”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat that suddenly formed. This entire experience was new to me. I’d never had to deal with the sisters of the men I’d dated, if only because I’d never had a long-lasting relationship that required me to meet their families before.

“Is this the part where you tell me you’ll kill me if I hurt him?” I tried to inject as much humor as I possibly could into the words, but they came out broken and shaky.

Camila snorted. “Of course not. Miguel is a big boy and can take care of his own feelings. This is the part where I ask you to tread carefully, because you’re Zeke’s teacher. I would hate for your relationship with my brother to end in bitterness and then you take that out on my nephew.”

I blinked at her words, shock spreading through my system, making it hard for my mind to catch up.

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