Page 50 of Sold Blood
His lips twist. "I told you both what I wanted this morning."
"Remind me again."
"I said I wanted it all. You, Isaiah…us." He kisses my lips. "It's too soon to tell what will happen in the future, but we'll never know unless we give it a chance. Isaiah loves you and I love him. It's possible I could fall for you too and in time maybe you could fall for me."
"I don't think I need that much time," I say, pressing my forehead to his. "We can take it one day at a time and see where each one brings us." I smile, holding his face in my hands under the hot pouring water. Hopefully it will bring us to the same place it did yesterday and this morning.
We finish getting clean, taking turns washing each other's bodies, both too tired to have our shower go beyond getting each other clean. My phone rings as I reach the guest room, still trying to get myself dry with the large, white towel that smells like Carlos. Everything in this house has his scent on it and soon it will have ours too. Isaiah's voice comes on the other line when I answer the phone.
"Hola?"
"One step closer, Roo. The bait has been taken and I am being followed. Time for me to lead the asshole to the wrong house. He will soon wish he went the other way."
"Do you think it's Veronica's men?"
"We will know soon. Hopefully this one talks. The guy Mateo found at one of the family clubs this morning has failed to keep his mouth shut. Let's see if we can get this one to sing."
"Be safe and come back home to me. To us."
"I always do. I'll see you when I see you, Roo."
Carlos stands in the doorway of the guest room, with his head tilted. "Everything okay?"
"Not yet, but we may be getting closer."
"Until then how about we order some food?"
"I think I want to go to the mall."
His eyes narrow in on me. "I'm not sure that's the best idea."
"Neither is keeping me cooped up in this house for too long. We can't hide forever."
He straightens his back, tugging on the waistline of his pants. "You know what? You're right. Let's go shopping and maybe you should even take me to Veronica's favorite store."
My lips curve up into a smile. "I think I'll do just that."
"I was being sarcastic," he says furrowing his brows.
"I'll meet you at the door in twenty minutes and you should probably wear something that doesn't outline your cock."
He laughs, shaking his head. "You're beginning to be a bigger pain in the ass than your husband."
"It is a favorite pastime of ours," I say with a wink.
"Mhm...listen, we eat then you get to go to one store and that's it."
"One store is more than enough. I should find everything I need there."
"You now have fifteen minutes. Dress quickly, Little One."
I meet him in the living room a minute earlier than he asks me to. I'm dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a black shirt, and a navy sports coat. It’s good to be back in my clothes again. As good as Carlos’s clothes smell, I don't need them falling off me in public.That's a show which should only take place at home. There's that word again,home.
"Looking like your own self again," Carlos says, tugging on his black leather jacket. Coming off like a wet dream with his white V-neck and perfectly fitted light blue jeans. Isaiah knew how to make any suit look good on any given day, but this particular look is made solely for Carlos. The casual wear fits his personality better and the comfort it offers him is apparent on his face. He’s stiff in every suit he puts on, but in these clothes, he holds himself with more confidence.
"I could say the same about you."
"It is easier to move in these clothes than a thick, constricting suit."
