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At least a little.
“I’ve never—”How do I even finish that?
“I’ve never been with anyone who has, either. If that helps.”
I bite my lip, but keep my eyes firmly clamped shut. “I’m not sure. Kinda makes me feel like a freak.”
“Fuck no! We were made for each other; the way your body responds to me, fits my cock, comes for me. I’ll never have sex this good again.”
At that, I peek a single eye open. There’s genuine concern on his face, and I snort a small laugh, my embarrassment replaced with something awfully close to joy. Mateo has that ability—even in my darkest or weakest moments, he makes me feel powerful. “Maybe we should try again and see? Just imagine, if we had a sex room with all kinds of toys…” I trail off.
I’ve always wanted a sex room, but I never planned to speak that aloud. Especially to someone as pristine as Mateo Reyes. But he only smirks, his eyes glittering with mischief and renewed desire.
“Adalene Mendes, you dirty fucking girl.”
THIRTY-NINE
ADALENE
April 5th, 2025
“What the fuckare you grinning about over there?” Stetson hisses, panic bleeding into every word. It’s kinda funny, seeing her stressed out like this. As much as I want to comfort her, I know it would be useless.
She might be nervous about getting married, but someone would have to kill her to keep her from walking down the aisle. Gus and Stetson are like two deadly, all-consuming forces, colliding with the kind of impact that shakes the fibers of existence. They’re not two beings, but one in two dark, twisted bodies—always destined to find the other, to end up here.
And I’m so grateful for it. Stetson deserves this happy ending, more than anyone I know.
She’s fucking earned it.
“I think it has to do with whoever’s on the other end of that phone she’s become attached to. Maybe a certain, dark haired, tattooed, suave papi—” Faith teases, and I shoot her a menacing glare slicing the rest of her words away.
“Ah,” Stetson snickers, and turns to face the mirror once more, brushing a nervous hand over her golden curls.
“Today’s about Stetson, Faith. Don’t need to worry about me.”
Stetson rolls her eyes, her gaze finding mine through the reflection of the mirror. “Please, I’m desperate for a distraction. How’s Papi in bed?”
I groan. “Stop calling him Papi.”
“Why? Does it make you jealous?”
“No.”Yes.I’m searching for a better retort when my phone buzzes again, and I greedily take in the words.
MATEO: What’s a fantasy you have?
ME: I’m trying to help Stetson get ready. You know, the bride. Leave me alone.
MATEO: You’re cute when you’re trying to be bossy.
ME: You were calling me all kinds of names this morning when your cock was buried in my pussy. I don’t recall cute being on that list. And I’m not trying to be anything. I am the fucking boss.
MATEO: Fuck. Me.
ME: Not if you don’t let me focus on my best friend during her wedding day.
MATEO: Tell me a fantasy and I’ll leave you alone until you tell me to. I promise I’ll be a good boy.
“You’re actually giggling. What the fuck are you guys talking about? Are you sexting?” I didn’t hear Stetson walk up to me, but now she’s hovering over my shoulder, and I fight the overwhelming urge to clutch thescreen to my chest. I don’t want to hide from her. She deserves to see behind my walls, as I demanded with her.
