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Chuito moaned under her, arching into the embrace of her hand. He sounded so damn sexy Alaine couldn’t help but lean down and taste him, swirling her tongue over the head of his cock.
“Ay carajo, esa boca. Sí, chúpalo, mami.” He groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Coño, así. Just like that.Que rico, mi amor, me vas a matar.”
She took his cock deeper, sucking and stroking him, listening to the way his breathing became labored. When he did speak, it was still in Spanish, but she somehow understood what the broken, choked words meant, even if she couldn’t actually translate them.
Maybe because it was how she felt.
Scared of the future, but so turned on that for the moment it didn’t matter.
He let her suck him until he came in her mouth with a low, surrendering moan that sent chills of desire dancing over her arms. She never thought to enjoy the taste of a man like she did right then, with a raw sense of feminine pride and pleasure because the flavor of sex from Chuito was its own special aphrodisiac.
Now she understood why he liked going down on her as much as he did.
She followed his example, licking her way up his body when it was over.
Chuito grabbed her when she got to his chest, rolling them over so that she was curled into his side. She was still wearing the hoodie, and he didn’t bother to pull it off her as he reached down, forcing her to drape one of her legs over his thighs, leaving herself open to his touch.
He slipped his hand between her legs and touched her until she was as breathless as he’d been. It didn’t come easily. It took a long time, but eventually he was once again able to do what she couldn’t.
She finally came, biting her lip to keep quiet, and it was so draining and hard fought for she did what she thought was impossible earlier.
She fell asleep.
Chapter Forty
They didn’t have water, food, or toilet paper, but the drama when they all managed to wake up sometime past noon was no coffee.
Seriously, if the government ever wanted to halt criminal activity, they should issue a prohibition on caffeine, because the men were completely nonfunctional and extremely cranky without it.
All of them.
“I need acolada,” Chuito told Nova with an intensity of something life-and-death. “Tell them a colada, not acortadito. Noleche, because if you come back with one pussy shot ofcafé Cubanodrowned in leche, I will be pissed off. Can you remember that?”
Nova gave him a look and said sarcastically, “Yeah, I can remember.”
“I like milk,” Tino cut in as they stood in the kitchen discussing coffee like it was a hostage negotiation. “What is a cortadito?”
“It’s like a macchiato,” Nova translated for him. “It’s good.”
“I can’t trust you. You’ll drink anything,” Tino shot back and turned to Chuito. “Is it like a macchiato?”
“What the fuck is a macchiato?” Chuito asked. “It sounds like something from one of those gringo coffee shops.” He turned and glared at Nova. “You better go to the place I told you. If you come back with some frothed-up—”
“Motherfucker, it’s Italian,” Tino growled with insult. “Our people invented coffee.”
“That’s not technically true,” Nova argued. “It’s not even remotely true.”
“We inventedgoodcoffee,” Tino amended as he rubbed at his forehead. “Is it really like a macchiato?”
“Tino, it’s espresso and milk. It’s a macchiato,” Nova grunted and rolled his eyes. “Decide so I can go. The old man has called me ten times this morning. He’s not pleased I just took off to deal with this. I would drink rat shit right now if it had enough caffeine in it to get rid of this headache.”
“Are you gonna get other supplies?” Alaine couldn’t help but ask. “Toilet paper, food, water, and—”
“Get me an energy drink if you’re stopping at a store. Get me a couple of ’em,” Tino cut in. “In case the fucking Cuban coffee sucks.”
“It’s better than gringo coffee. You might as well get a pumpkin-spice latte if you’re ordering a macchiato. It sounds the same.”
“It’snotgringo coffee.” Tino stared at Chuito in annoyance. “Not for nothing, but a latte is also Italian. All the coffee options in those places are named after Italian drinks because we’re the best at making it, and everyone knows it but you.”
