Page 74 of Lourdes & the Mafia
Very interesting, indeed.
I can’t hide my smirk, and he sees, brows cutting over his eyes in a stern line of displeasure.
Lorenzo still lounges on the couch, now nursing a full drink of alcohol. He smiles warmly at Lourdes, eyes shining mischievously as he takes in our brother.
“Oh?” Lorenzo begins. “What must we talk about?” There’s a note of teasing in his voice.
Kane clears his throat, looking to Lourdes as if pleading for help. I must admit I’ve never seen my brother look so flustered before, and it’s rather an endearing sight.
It just goes to show that she is good for the lot of us. Even if Kane does not want to admit that to himself or to us.
She belongs in our fold.
Even if she does not know that yet.
But she will.
I will make sure of that.
“We need to clear something up,” Lourdes says. She shifts from one foot to another while Kane shoves his hands deep into his pockets. A gesture of nervousness, I’m familiar enough with my brother to know that.
“Oh?” Lorenzo takes a sip. Swallows. “What is that?”
“Us.” She gestures at all of us.
My brows raise.
“Us?” Lorenzo smirks. “What about us, Amore?”
“About our… relationship… or whatever you want to call what’s going on between all of us.”
Now, I don’t usually tease or joke, and yet I can’t resist the smirk that tugs on my mouth as I look at her. “Relationship? Oh, no, vidente. They might not be related to me by blood, yet I still consider them my brothers. I would never—”
“Ha, ha, hombre chistoso.” She gives me an annoyed look. “I mean me and… all of you.”
“How ever do you mean, Amore?”
The blood beneath my skin heats in ways it has not for a millennium. A part of my intuition knows where this is going, what she is going to say, and I crave it. The taste of what is to come presses against the tip of my tongue.
Gone is the uncertainty from before when I showed her my grand piano and tried to dive to taste the nectar between her legs. Before she stopped me.
Before she believed us liars.
She looks wanton and sure. Determined.
Do we all have Kane to thank for that? A plot twist I never saw coming, if I am honest with myself.
Lourdes sighs. “Well, are we just all going to keep pretending like we aren’t attracted to each other?” She waves in my direction, the gesture accusing and frustrated. “He invades my visions and gives me orgasms.”
“I will not apologize for that,” I tell her smoothly, causing her to shift uncomfortably.
“I’m… I’m not asking you to.”
“Good.”
Because there was no better feeling than having my hands between her thighs, than feeling the way her walls hug my fingers and suck them in right before she completely shatters.
And I’m sure the real thing is even better.
