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“That’s it. I promise, Marco.” I nod my head. Something inside tells me she means it. Something inside me tells me she’s mine and will always be mine, but there’s another part that still hates her for what she did for Pete, and we still need to talk about that. Just not now. Not tonight.
“Spend the night with me, Chula.”
“Okay.” She slowly allows me to climb off her, and when my cock slides free of her pussy she whines, and I grin.
“Don’t worry. There’s more to come,” I tell her. She smiles brightly at me, and it’s like everything has fallen back into its rightful place. She’s here with me right where the fuck she belongs.
I fix my clothes before helping her back into hers, and we both climb out of the backseat of the car. When she’s standing in front of me, I kiss her roughly, reminding her she’s mine now. No one else will ever touch her and live to tell about it. That’s a vow I don’t need to say out loud because she already knows.
“You made up!” Tony yells before I spin and start after him. Luna grabs me and pulls me back to her, kissing me harder this time.
“Don’t move yet. I need you,” she whispers against my lips.
“You’ve had me from the first time I saw you, Chula. I don’t know what kind of hold you have over me, but I like it.”
“Maybe it’s magic,” she laughs.
“Or maybe it’s more.” Her smile fades as she looks at me, waiting for me to say the words, but I can’t. Not yet. I know she told me she loved me, but it’s not that simple for me. Those words mean too much. They mean everything.
“Can we go?” she asks. I nod my head and walk around the car, opening the door for her when someone comes out of the building yelling for me.
“You’re not fighting? Fucking pussy!” Archie, the asshole I’m supposed to fight, yells. Now I grin at him.
“Call me a pussy again and we will be.” He smirks back, and I know it’s about to be on, but I’m so fucking high on my girl that I don’t care anymore. He steps closer and calls me a pussy, and I drop his ass. One punch and he’s down. I spit at him and laugh.
“There’s your pussy,” I tell him. Tony roars and cheers, but I turn and climb into the car. Tony climbs in the backseat, and we take off. I’m ready to have Luna in my bed all to myself. I’m ready to do things to her that will drive her wild with need. Need for me.
Chapter 17
Luna
His face is buried between my legs once more. I’m a trembling mess of shaking limbs and sweat. He’s taken me on every surface of his apartment, and now he has me in the bed. I’ve missed him more than I thought I did. I can’t even put into words how it feels to be here with him. To be back in his arms. To have him hold me and care about me.
“Oh God,” I whine as he licks my clit, causing my legs to shake harder.
“Yeah, cry out for help like a good girl,” he says before diving back in. The more he licks, the hotter I get, and sweat drips down my temples. I’ve never been fucked the way Marco fucks me, and it’s everything I could have ever asked for.
When I come for him once more, he pulls away from me and climbs up the bed, lying down next to me. He pulls me into his arms, and everything just seems right. We lie like this, just holding onto each other as we both catch our breath, but I feel like I haven’t even begun to apologize for what I did with Damion. It was stupid, and in the grand scheme of things, I know I made a mistake, but Marco has reminded me a million times that he doesn’t want to hear it. He doesn’t want to hear anymore about it, so I let it go.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, resting my head on his sweaty chest.
“We need to clean your face up,” he tells me.
“No, we don’t. I need to be right here with you, and that’s it.”
“You’re here with me, Chula.”
“And I never want to leave here.”
“You’re always here,” he laughs.
“I just … I feel like something bad is going to happen. You know when things are going too good? And you know there’s bad lurking around the corner? That’s how I feel.” Marco pulls me in closer and tighter, holding onto me for dear life. I love it though. I love the way he clings to me, knowing exactly what I need.
“I know that feeling. I hate it, and whatever comes, we’ll deal with it,” he says softly. I hear him yawn, and I wish I could stay here forever, but I can’t. I have to go home and see Davey. I don’t even know if my mom is there or not. So when he’s finally asleep, I slip out of bed and grab my clothes, tugging them on before leaving. I run across the street and climb the stairs, opening the door quietly so as not to wake anyone, but when I step inside, my heart drops.
“Mom?” I call as she lies on the floor in the living room. I can see the needle close by on the floor next to her as I shake my head. This isn’t happening. There’s no way.
“Mom?” I say once more as I step closer to her, flipping the light on the closer I get. I stop and kneel next to her, hesitantly reaching out a shaking hand and pressing it to her neck. When I don’t feel anything, I jerk my hand away only to check oncemore. This is it. This is when my world begins to spin out of control.
