Page 61 of Mex

We arrive back at the club, and Mex takes me next door to see Myla’s house. He tells me how she fixed it up after her aunt passed, and an entire backstory about how her and Colt met and how he was in love with her aunt first but her aunt accidentally killed Colt’s sister in a hit and run. It’s the most Mex has ever spoken to me, and I’m completely enthralled by the story.

Then, he begins cooking over here.

He said Myla’s kitchen is the best, and I have to admit, the brand-new kitchen in the home is pretty damned nice. So is the shower, which she so graciously lets me use. She tells me to come and use her shower anytime, and even offers me a room, but Bonnie quickly tells me that unless I want to hear her and Colt going at it all night, that I’m better off just staying at the club.

Our afternoon quickly turns into a few drinks and then a fire at Myla’s place, while Mex is inside cooking some food. We are joined by Fury, Colt, and Western, and the atmosphere is actually enjoyable. The guys are relaxed, most of them high, and are laughing and talking as if I’m not an outsider. It’s the first time I haven’t felt like one, and drink after drink has me relaxing even more.

I even laugh.

Properly.

Full belly laughs.

It’s an incredible feeling.

I could get too comfortable here.

Pushing up from the fire to get another drink, I go into the kitchen where Mex is cooking. The food smells incredible, and I can’t help but walk over and lift the lid of the pot, looking in at the incredible sauce he’s making. It looks like some type of bolognaise and my stomach grumbles with need. I still haven’t eaten, and with alcohol on top of everything, I’m getting drunk way too quickly.

“I can hear that from here.”

Spinning around, I see Mex approaching with a beer in his hand.

God, he’s fine.

So damned fine.

“I’m starving,” I laugh, pressing my hand to my stomach.

Placing the beer down, he turns and goes to the fridge. He digs around for a few minutes, and then appears with some crackers, cheese, sliced ham, and olives. He quickly prepares a plate and turns, placing it down beside me. Leaning in, his body grazing over mine as he does, he reaches for the plate and collects a few of the items, putting them together and then bringing them to my lips.

Oh.

Oh, my.

I part my lips and let him slip the cheese in first, an olive nestled on top. Chewing it, I close my eyes and moan, because my word, I’m starving and that is amazing. I’m not about to tell him not to feed me, either, because it feels pretty damned nice. Opening my eyes, I meet his, and my heart flutters. I should be walking away, but I’m finding that almost impossible. When he is here, looking at me like this, it’s hard for me to think of anything else.

“I didn’t make you cum earlier,” he murmurs, brushing a crumb off my bottom lip before reaching and taking another little pile of food.

“It’s okay,” I say, my voice low and husky, “we got there in the end.”

“Hmmm.”

As I chew the next round, his hand lowers and grazes the front of my jeans. My eyes snap to his and I swallow, heart racing, as he slips his hand up and inside my jeans. There, he finds my pussy already wet, because the very sight of him is enough to make everything inside me come to life. His finger grazes over my clit as he presses up against me, his entire body consuming mine, his breath only inches from my face.

“You know what helps,” I gasp, as he rubs my clit. “If you kiss me.”

“I know,” he growls.

But he doesn’t kiss me.

He doesn’t fucking kiss me.

It’s like he’s scared if he kisses me, it will spark something inside him and he’ll never be able to stop.

At least, that’s what I pray he’s feeling.

Pleasure builds as he rubs his fingers over my clit, bringing me to the edge. His mouth is hovering so close to mine, and it’s killing me that he won’t kiss me. It’s excruciating.

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