Page 50 of The Vows We Keep
Catalina whispers my name, Colton, against my lips.
My hips thrust harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
I feel out of control. Physically and emotionally. Like I’m blindfolded on a roller coaster. Everything feels hypersensitive.
Alive.
“Colton,” she gasps, and I feel her walls squeeze my cock tight in rapid flutters.
At the sound of my name, I bury my face in the crook of her neck and lose my sense of self as I come deep inside her.
15
CATALINA
Iglance at my clear skin and bright eyes in Niro’s steamy bathroom mirror. Guilt ripples through me that I snuck in here once I’d woken up. Niro is still fast asleep. If he’d been awake, there is no doubt in my mind that he would have joined me in the shower. But I needed some time to myself to think through the last forty-eight hours.
My thighs involuntarily squeeze together as I recall both times Niro and I have had sex. Each time has totally blown my mind, and it would be so easy to lean into that and let it be the only reason I decide to stay in Jersey.
But I feel torn.
Los Reyes has been my home for so long. Up until this trip, I would have said that they were my family. They have my back. Or maybe I should say theyhadmy back. Now, I’m not sure who they are or what I am to them.
Where I belong is desperately unclear.
I glance at my phone. There are three new messages.
Neva:Send me proof of life or I’m coming to get you.
I take a selfie blowing her a kiss and send it.
Mamá:His name is Lobo, a nomad. Haven’t seen him years. Want me to ask around?
I type quickly.No, please don’t. Might cause trouble for me. Don’t worry. I’m safe.
Felipe:When are you bringing that pussy of yours home to me?
That one I ignore. My pussy belongs to me alone. And I’m wholeheartedly certain that it doesn’t want a visit from any part of Felipe any time soon.
He’s never come close to how I felt with Niro.
I’ve been adrift, and as much as I like being around Niro, I also wonder whether I’m secretly adopting him as my anchor. Someone or something that keeps me grounded. It seems like the wrong reason to be around someone.
I slip the navy-blue towel that matches the one wrapped around my body from my head and let my damp hair fall. I run my fingers through it as best I can, but I need my toiletries and comb from the place Neva and I were staying at.
The door opens, and Niro steps inside, naked. I’m not usually a whimsical kind of woman, but his body is a work of art in form and ink that could drive anyone to wax poetic.
“Come back to bed,” he says, as he places both of his arms on the doorframe above his head.
“As much as I like that idea, I’ve got things I need to do today,” I say.
He walks toward me and slips his arms around me from behind, and I can see our reflections in the mirror. We look good together. It feels too comfortable, too important, and I try to shrug out of his hold.
Niro just squeezes tighter. “You have a real issue with me holding you like this, or are you just freaking out about us?”
