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His arms are on either side of my head and I can’t help but notice the way he’s looking at me. He means every word he says. I don’t detect a hint of deceit. “You mean that?”

He bends down and places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Why would I lie?”

I shift my head until my lips meet his, and wrap my arms around his neck. That’s all the answer he needs. He deepens the kiss while positioning himself between my legs.

The wait is torture. I hook my legs around his waist, guide him into me. He repositions himself on his elbow and wraps one arm around me, bringing us closer.

Our bodies move in sync as we get lost in each other. It’s not rushed and rampant like the last time. We take our time, enjoying every minute. I feel safe and taken care of when I’m with him. If I wanted him to stop right now, I know he would without question.

The pressure is building and I roll my hips. As much as I don’t want this to end right now, I need the release. I pull him closer to me, my tongue darting into his mouth. My hips roll faster, and he pulls his arm out from around me. He reaches between us, his thumb circling my clit while he thrusts. It’s exactly the friction I need, and before long I’m yelling his name and seeing stars behind my closed lids.

24

Carlos

My weekendwith Caroline has flown by. Today we have our combined family cookout, and I don’t want to leave our personal paradise we’ve created. We haven’t even left the house. Angie text me yesterday saying she didn’t need me to come in, and that’s a gift horse I wasn’t going to look in the mouth.

“Do you need me to help with anything?” Caroline asks from where she’s sitting on the counter. She is wearing my shirt, and I never understood the appeal of seeing your girl in your clothes until now.

“Nope. I’ve got it.” I’m frying some potatoes to mix with the eggs. “After we eat, we can run by your place so you can change.”

“What are we doing after that?”

“Going to the grocery store. We need supplies for this epic grilling challenge.”

“Oh,” she gasps. “I completely forgot about that.”

“So, the sex is that good, huh?” I grin even though she can’t see me. “Does that mean you concede?”

“Hell no.” I hear her feet hit the ground after hopping off the counter. Her arms come around my waist and she leans against me. “You’re going down.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.”

“What? I can’t sweeten up to the competition.”

I turn off the burner under the potatoes, and pour them into the egg mixture. I grab the tortillas Mom sent home with me from the fridge and set them next to the stove. “That’s not going to work. It takes a lot more than a hug to make me back down.”

She starts tugging at my pants, and I put my hand over hers. “I’m going to burn breakfast.”

“Let it burn.” She moves until she’s between me and the stove.

I pull her away, lift her up and set her back on the counter. “You’re not going to tempt me so easily.” I move between her legs and run my hands up her thighs, relishing the shiver that passes through her body. “Besides, we’re running out of time. Our families will be at your place in a couple of hours and we don’t have anything to cook.”

Her hand trails a path down my chest, stopping at the edge of my sweats yet again. “Fine. But remember, you could have this. Instead, you’re being lame and making breakfast.”

“Pouting will get you nowhere.” I give her a quick peck and return to my cooking.

“If you say so.” She watches as I finish breakfast, but doesn’t say another word. Or try to seduce me again. Maybe I am a dumbass for not taking her up on it.

My mom and sisters are late as usual. I’m almost certain it’s because my sisters changed five thousand times before settling on an outfit. Luckily, I don’t feel nervous around her family since I’ve seen them all at the bar at some point. The only person missing is David, and I have a feeling his dad is bringing him home late on purpose.

“Why pork chops?” Reaf leans against the counter in his sister’s house. We had it here because there is plenty of room in the backyard for the kids to run around.

I shrug, “I don’t know. It’s what your sister picked.”

“Because that’s the one thing she grills really well. She totally set you up.” He laughs and takes a drink of his beer.

“She told me she was a grilling master.”

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