Page 41 of Loco

I nodded slowly. “Just… been a rough day. And I’m worried about you.”

Sayla waved a hand dismissively. “It was probably just some punk kids trying to act tough. Tire slashers, mall creepers, it happens all the time.”

I didn’t argue. I just shrugged like I didn’t want to talk about how real the threat felt.

Instead, she pulled out her phone and sat beside me on the drawer unit, opening tabs as she scrolled through. “Okay, so—I found some storage bins, books, and toys. I’ll hold off on decals until we know what they’re into, but this adorable forest animal set might be a winner. And pajamas. They’re not fancy, but they’re cute and cozy.”

I watched her scroll, swipe, and explain. Her brow furrowed in focus, her mouth tugging into a smile when she showed mesomething with tiny antlers on it. That warmth in my chest expanded until it ached.

Yep, I was in love with her.

But instead of saying it, I leaned back and said, “I’m giving you the money to get them whatever they need. And I’m paying you back for everything you bought today.”

She looked up at me, brows already pulling together. “Roque, no. You don’t have to?—”

“I do.” I stood and gestured toward the front of the house. “Come on.”

She followed me, confused until we reached the front door. I pointed across the street at her house.

“That’s a money pit,” I said, deadpan. “Trust me, you’re gonna need every penny you can find. If you see one on the floor, pick it up because you’ll need it.”

She blinked, then laughed, and I saw the tension ease from her shoulders.

I didn’t tell her how I felt, but I’d just handed her the reins to the most important part of my life.

And maybe that said it all.

Up until that night,our sex had always carried a wild urgency, like we were racing against time—starved for each other, devouring every touch in a rush. Sayla craved it hard and fast, and I’d always met her there, matching that intensity. Buttonight, the energy had shifted. There was no frenzy, no need to rush. We both needed something different—something slower, more deliberate. We needed to feel everything.

In the dim, golden light washing over the room, I let my eyes linger on her—tracing every curve and memorizing how her chest rose and fell with each breath. I wanted to take my time, to worship her body like it was the last time I’d ever touch it—because maybe it was, at least for a while. Tomorrow she wouldn’t be next to me. We didn’t know when the next time would be, and that uncertainty made me ravenous, but not in the usual way. I wanted to savor her. Stretch out every second.

I kissed my way up the soft inside of her thigh, inch by inch, each press of my mouth pulling a subtle tremble from her. My problems faded with each touch, falling away like ash in the wind. When I reached the top of her thighs, I hovered there for a moment, just breathing her in. God, I loved this woman—her scent, her heat, the way her body responded to mine without hesitation.

Just as I was about to taste her, Sayla stirred and whispered my name. “Roque.”

My gaze flicked up. She was propped on her elbows, eyes dark and burning.

“I want your cock in my mouth at the same time,” she said, voice low and sure.

Jesus. My breath caught in my throat.

Without a word, I slid off the bed, my hands on her hips, guiding her down so that her head dangled just over the edge of the mattress. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as herfingers reached back, wrapping around me, stroking with slow, confident pressure.

She bent her legs, planted her feet, and spread herself open, giving me a perfect view of her glistening core from where I stood. My mouth went dry. Seeing her like that—offering herself so completely—set something loose inside me.

I dropped on her like a starving man, burying my face between her thighs as she pulled me into her mouth. Her lips were warm, soft, and wet, and the way she moaned around me made my knees buckle.

It was our first time in this position—me standing, her lying back, both of us giving and taking at once. She couldn’t bob her head easily from that angle, so she used her hands instead, gripping my ass and urging me deeper with slow, aching control.

I used my own hands to spread her wider, drinking in the way her slick heat pulsed under my tongue. I focused on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, rolling it gently as I moaned against her. Her hips jolted like a live wire had touched her skin, twitching with need. I lifted my head slightly, spit-slick fingers sliding into my mouth before pressing two deep inside her. She was soaked—tight and ready, like always—and it made my cock throb inside her mouth, knowing I had her this way.

I loved how responsive she was and how completely she gave herself to the moment. Every sigh, twitch of her muscles, and shiver she tried and failed to suppress was all for me.

And I was going to make sure she remembered it.

I tried—really tried—not to lose myself in what she was doing to me. Even though I was in control of how deep I was inside her mouth, I focused on her. My lips clamped around her clit whilemy fingers moved rhythmically inside her, curling just right. I was determined to push her over the edge before I let go.

And then I felt it—the way her body tensed, her walls fluttering around my fingers, the muffled cry she let out with my cock still in her mouth. Her moans sent shuddering vibrations down my length, a jolt of pleasure that coiled in my spine and shot straight to my core. It nearly brought me to my knees.

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