Page 39 of Hidden Memories

I rise on my knees and roll on the condom. I wrap my hand under her hips and drag her ass in the air. She’s irresistible like this. I take her ass cheeks in my hands. I run my tongue from her entrance right up her entire slit, then sink my teeth into her backside, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to temporarily brand her.

“Jesus…” she hisses. “Please put it in now…”

I circle my dick around her entrance then put it in just an inch, still wanting to take her ass in my mouth, but she doesn’t hesitate and eases back into me so my cock sinks into her warm insides.

“Shit, you’re tight, Kat…”

I wrap a handful of her hair around my hand so her head tilts slightly back. I drive inside her, slow, deliberate, making my way in and out, deeper and deeper, long, hard strokes.

I thrust, and she slaps one of her hands on my ass and digs her nails into it. “More.”

I want to watch her face when she comes. I flip her back over and hook her leg over my shoulder, then sink my cock back into her. When I stroke her clit with my thumb, she drops her head back, neck exposed, a perfect canvas for more bite marks.

But she bucks up against me forcefully, urging me to grind harder. I fondle her engorged clit; she’s on the knife’s edge of orgasm.

“Santi…” she cries.

And with that, her clit pulses, her pussy clenches hard around my cock, and I join her by releasing in fast, fierce waves. Every muscle in my body is taut and straining until I collapse to feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest on mine, and my face is in a pillow of glossy brown hair.

She slows. Stills. The silence in her satisfaction is one I welcome.

She’s often quiet after coming, but today, she’s more still than usual. Too still. Even the rise and fall of her chest is invisible with her underneath me.

“Kat?” I lift my head from her sweet-smelling locks and stare at her face, dark and hard to make out with only a sliver of moonlight illuminating it.

She doesn’t answer but covers her eyes. “How will we do it? How will we be together?”

I know she’s talking about her father. He’s a wealthy, powerful man in business. He thinks his success entitles him to more than it does. He treats Kat as his property, andI’m not sure giving her to me will be his idea of a good investment.

When I think about his disapproval, it does things to me. It does things within me that have never happened before. I always prided myself in dismissing other people’s opinions of me, unless they’re my family, but this one… it stings.

I wish it could be different for me and Kat. I’ve kept our relationship a secret. Somehow, I knew she needed that discretion. If she had any fear her dad would find out about us, we might never have gotten to this point.

But now she’s mine, and we’re not living in his shadow forever.

“You’ll have me,” I say; the words spill out, and I mean them. God, I mean them more than I’ve ever meant anything in my life.

Her eyes widen, searching mine for something. Doubt. Hesitation. A lie. But I’m steady, holding her gaze like it’s the only thing keeping her from floating away.

“Come with me, Kat. We’ll figure it out together.” My voice is steady, but my heart is racing. “I’ll build that ranch and get that first winner. We’ll make a life where you can paint and do whatever the fuck you want. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

Her breath catches. She blinks up at me, her lashes heavy with emotion. “Santi,” she whispers. “I’d live with you?”

I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

I mean it and yet know how imperfect my answer is.

I still share a place with my brothers. Rio and Enzo are in tech, burning through savings to make it big. Gabriel is always halfway across the world, too closed off to letanyone in.

I don’t have the funds to build that first house on my land yet, and it guts me—the thousand paper cuts of knowing I can’t hand Kat the life she’s used to on a silver platter.

But I will one day.

What I can give her now? Something money can’t buy. Freedom. Loyalty. Love.

“I know I don’t have much right now, Kat,” I admit, my voice rough with the weight of it. “But I promise I’ll give you everything that matters.”

If she comes with me, she’ll have to give up everything—college, the safety net her father’s money provides. He’ll cut her off. I already know it. I also know I can’t let my brothers carry the weight of our family’s dreams alone, even if they’d understand.

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