by Webster, K.
But it’s been added to.
A bookshelf full of books. Some girly throw pillows. Even a desk with a sleek MacBook Pro sitting on top and a trendy lamp.
Sheridan shrugs her shoulders and gestures to my space—our space. “If you don’t find this ideal, I can always have one of your cousins move your things to another villa.”
I come up behind her and hug her, kissing the top of her head. “Having all your stuff mixed with mine? Can’t say I hate the idea, abejita.”
She turns in my embrace and wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her closer to me so we’re smashed up against one another. At first, her kiss is tentative. Explorative and unsure. I let her have her fill as I grip her nice ass. All it takes is one nibble of her teeth on my bottom lip to have me losing control. I lift her up so I can carry her. Her legs wrap around my waist. Neither of us loses stride in our kiss.
We make it to my bed—our bed—and I drop her onto it. She shoots me a venomous look, but I’m not intimidated by the mean Sheridan Reid. Not when she looks so fucking hot with her dress pushed up her thighs revealing a lacy pair of pink panties to me.
Panties that should belong to me.
With a crooked grin, I peel them down her thighs and stuff them in my pocket. “Mine.”
“Gross. Are you a caveman?”
“Cavemen didn’t steal panties.”
“Frat boy?”
I snort. “Nope.”
“Then your regular run of the mill creep, huh?”
“Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner.”
“Does Carter know you’re a little freak or is this a secret only I know?”
“Carter has no room to talk about panty stealing or kinky shit.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because he’s worse. I’ve heard stories.” I peel off my T-shirt and then unfasten my jeans. “Ask Kendall.”
“His wife? She married him even after he was a weirdo?”
“Chicks are into that sort of thing.”
“Not this chick.”
“Wanna bet?” I push down my jeans and boxers, revealing my hard, bouncing cock.
She licks her lips and has to force her gaze up to mine. “You’ll lose.”
I kneel beside the bed, grip her hips, and pull her to the edge. Her dress rides up her stomach, giving me more access to all her creamy flesh. Grabbing hold of her knees, I wrench them apart to see just how wet she is for me.
Glistening.
Juicy as fuck.
Kinky like me.
Bad girl.
I grin at her before I start licking away her sweetness. She groans, yanking at my hair, and bucks her hips up.
“W-Wait,” she moans. “Stop.”
I nip at her clit and look up at her. “Why?”
“We should talk.”
“I thought you wanted this.”
She swallows hard. “I do. I just…there are things we should discuss before you get all”—she waves a hand at what we’re doing—“involved.”
With my eyes on hers, I lower my head to inhale her sweet scent, rubbing my nose along her slick lips between her thighs. “Too late, little bee. I’m really involved. Have been for some time.”
I lick her again and she hisses. This time, she doesn’t try to stop me. She lets me eat her pussy like it’s a dessert I’ve been craving all my life. I suck on her clit and bite it in a teasing way. Over and over until her breathing grows labored. When I think she’s close, I slide two fingers into her cunt, curling my fingers up to reach her most sensitive place. The moment I graze her G-spot, she shudders and whines. I continue my assault on her clit with my tongue as I run feathery strokes along her G-spot. I know the moment she climaxes because not only does she try to scalp me, but her juices run thick and heavy like never before, squirting out onto my hand and upper chest.
Holy fuck.
“Camilo,” she whimpers.
“Look how fucking good you are,” I croon. “Your pussy missed me, Sher. You gushed like a waterfall.”
“Don’t be nasty.”
“You’re the nasty one, abejita. A little freak like me and Carter and Kendall.”
“Perv.”
“Says the girl who just squirted all over her boyfriend’s face.”
“Camilo!”
I grin at her and make a great show of licking away her wetness on her thighs. Tastes sweet and addictive. Once I think I’ve thoroughly cleaned her up with my mouth, I all but rip her dress and bra off. Scooping her up with one arm, I haul her up the bed to the pillows. She doesn’t object when I settle my naked body over hers, nestled between her spread legs. We kiss in a ravenous way, both of us desperately trying to convey our feelings through kissing.
“Still want to talk?” I ask, biting on her bottom lip.
“Y-Yes.”
I lift up, breaking our kiss, resting all my weight on my palms. My dick is resting quite comfortably against the lips of her pussy. Slowly, I slide it through her juices, but never pulling back enough to guide it into her body.
“What do you want to talk about?” My voice is husky with need. “How I was an idiot? How you shouldn’t take me back, but I’m going to beg you? How I’ve always wanted a place to land when I’ve finished flying the skies and you feel like home?”
Her eyes water. “Camilo, I…”
“What is it?”
A tear slides down her cheek.
“I’m so sorry, little bee. Please forgive me.”
She nods as more tears fall. I hate seeing her so fragile knowing I did this to her. Weak. I make her weak. But that’s not true. Sheridan is one of the strongest people I know. She did all this at the hotel and waited for me. That’s not weakness, that’s strength, and she possesses a helluva lot more than me.
“I need you,” I plead. “I love you.”
She blinks rapidly. “You do?”
“I thought about you every day. I missed you so fucking much.”
“I love you too, though I often questioned why.” She makes a sour face at me that has me chuckling.
“Let me make it up to you in orgasms,” I offer. “Or backrubs. Or dinner dates. Just let me try.”
“Okay,” she breathes. “Make love to me like it’s our last time.”
Last time?
Dread pools in my stomach. Her words seem final and disastrous. I want to demand she tell me what she means, but her small hand is gripping my dick and guiding me home. A groan rattles up my throat as I sink into my girl. All ominous thoughts are forgotten as I find her perfect, plump lips. We kiss hard and desperate.
I buck into her, over and over. With each thrust, I grow closer to my release. It feels right being inside Sher. We belong together. It’s written in the stars.
“Camilo, oh God,” she cries out, her nails scoring the flesh on my shoulders.
Rolling onto my back, I take her with me, loving the way she squeals and clenches around my dick. Staring up at her, I admire this gorgeous woman. Her tits are perky and bounce with each time she rocks her body along my dick. I can’t help but stare at her rosy nipples, craving to suck on each one until she begs for reprieve.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp out. “Look how wet you get my dick, abejita.”
She looks down at the way her pussy leaves a creamy trail each time she rises up. I love the way her cunt stretches to accept my thickness. It makes me want to make her fuck me like this every time so I can watch the way our bodies come so easily together.
I take her clit between my thumb and finger, rolling it in a teasing way. Her cunt is like a fist around my dick, squeezing each time. If she continues that, I won’t last long. I never last long with this girl, which is really fucking embarrassing, but it just means I get to fuck her more frequently.
“Touch your pretty tits, Sher. My hands are busy.”
Her hooded eyes drop to mine as she obeys. Small hands caress the flesh and tease the nipples. I grip her thigh with one hand and massage her clit with the other. We wor
k together to bring us both right to the brink of orgasm at the same time. The moment she loses it and cries out, I forget where I am or who I am. I simply give in to the pleasure, bucking into her hard from beneath her. My balls tighten and then I explode with my release, a guttural growl escaping me. I’ve barely finished shooting my load inside her when I pull her against my chest so I can hold her.
This fucking girl.
Feels so damn perfect in my arms and on my cock.
She’s the forever kind.
And she’s crying.
Seriously, what the hell?
It all comes crashing back to me. The desire to talk about something heavy. A weird vibe settling around us. It makes me think of her mom and what she went through.
Is Sheridan sick?
Oh my fucking God.
No.
I won’t accept that shit.
Not in a million years.
She’s healthy and mine. We’re about to start our life together.
“Camilo,” she murmurs, sitting up and sliding off my softening dick. “We still need to talk.”
Ignoring her, I slip out of the bed and rush into the bathroom. I wet a rag and bring it back to the room to clean her up. Once she’s no longer messy with my cum, I clean off my dick and then toss the rag to the floor.
“Why are you dressing?” she asks a moment later.
I realize I’ve already yanked on my boxers and jeans. “I, uh, I don’t know.”
With a wobbling lip, she pulls the blanket up around her, covering her nakedness from me. “Listen…”
I pull my shirt on and then throw on my shoes. Running my fingers through my hair, I start pacing. “Talk, Sheridan.”
She flinches. “I like when you call me Sher.”
I stop moving to cross my arms over my chest. “Please,” I beg, “just stop torturing me and come out with it.”
“Come here,” she croaks.
I walk over to her and stop when my knees hit the bed. She grabs onto my wrist like that might keep me from running away.
“I’m meticulous,” she says absently. “Everything is by the calendar. Without fail. I don’t forget things. My schedule is my life.”
“Okay…”
“But I rescheduled something. Forgot to go back. Completely spaced.” Her eyes water with tears. “You have to believe me. I would never do something like that intentionally.”
“Are you sick?”
Her brows furrow and I hate that I know it’s because she’s thinking about her mom. It’s written all over her face. “No.”
“Thank fuck.”
“If you don’t want to stay, I’ll understand. It’ll be okay. I don’t want you to feel trapped.”
Trapped?
She draws my palm to her stomach. “I went to town with Araceli the other day when she had her doctor appointment. I’d missed my period. I wanted to rule it out. Problem is, there was no ruling it out. I’m pregnant, Camilo. With your baby.”
My baby?
I stare at her in shock. “What? How?”
“We didn’t use protection. I’d had the shot, but I was due for another one. I never went and got it. It completely slipped past me. I’m so sorry.”
Gently, I pull my hand from hers, taking a step back. I scrub my palm over my face and shake my head in disbelief.
“Say something,” she whispers.
“I need to…” I take another step back and then another. “I need to…”
“Need to what?”
Breathe.
I can’t breathe.
“Camilo,” she pleads. “Please don’t shut me out. Not now.”
Stalking over to her, I grip her chin and tilt her head up to stare down at her pretty face. I lean forward and press a soft kiss to her lips.
“I need to take a walk. Take care of some things. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
I steal one more quick kiss before I haul ass out of there like my balls are on fire.
Sheridan
After a long shower, I throw on some pajama pants and a T-shirt. My body is deliciously sore from makeup sex with Camilo, but then everything went sour from there. I told him about the baby and he ran.
Baby.
I’m going to have a baby.
Rodrigo was nothing compared to the hurricane of emotions surging through me right now. I’m happy I’m pregnant, which surprises me. This was not in my life’s plan, but somehow it doesn’t seem wrong. I’m upset that Camilo was so weird when I’d told him. I get it. I screwed up royally. If only he would come back and let us talk it out. He may not want to be the father, but it doesn’t change the fact he is the father. I don’t want to lose him over this.
Someone knocks on the door and I fly off the bed to answer it. My heart is in my throat, eager to see Camilo, but it’s not him.
Damian stands there looking as though he just stepped off a runway covered in glitter and rainbows. His platform heels have him towering over me. He winks at me, his bright yellow fake lashes batting against his pink cheek.
“Did I interrupt something?” He feigns looking over my shoulder like he might sneak a peek. “I wanted to invite you two to dinner tonight.”
“I, uh, I’m not…” I choke on a sob.
“Sister, what happened?” he cries out, pulling me to him. “Get in here. The Damian Dungeon welcomes you.” The Damian Dungeon still smells like cotton candy and tequila.
I cling to his silky orange shirt as tears roll from my eyes. My entire body trembles as I cry. I’m unable to catch my breath.
“Sweetie, are you hurt?” Damian asks, stroking my hair. “Talk to me. You’re scaring me.”
He guides me inside and closes the door after us. We walk into the bedroom and Damian groans.
“Ew. I’m not lying down in the sex room.”
A giggle bubbles out of me. “Sorry. We can go to the guest room.”
Once we arrive in the other room, he yanks back the covers, kicks off his shoes, and helps me onto the bed. Once we’re spooning and no longer crying, I let out a heavy sigh.
“Camilo?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Did he upset you again? He may be seven kinds of hot, but I’m still not sure I forgave him for sending you away in the first place.”
“It’s complicated.”
“So break it down for me. Whatever transpired between you two clearly happened after messy sex. Seriously, the bed was wet.” He makes a faux gagging sound that has me laughing again.
“Everything was going great. We had a great reunion. He apologized. As you noted, we made love, but then I told him.”
“Told him what?”
“I’m pregnant.”
He squeals so loud my ears throb. “What?!”
“I’m pregnant with his baby and he didn’t take it well. I thought I was protected from pregnancy, but apparently I botched that.”
Damian sits up on one elbow and gapes down at me, his glossy lips popped open. “What did he say?”
“That’s the thing. He didn’t. Sort of looked like he was freaking the hell out and said he’d see me tomorrow.”
“But not never.”
“He promised tomorrow.”
“Then why the tears, honey pot?”
“I don’t know. It felt dismissive.”
Damian smiles. “Maybe the boy just needs a hot minute to process. Maybe he’s sitting in his momma’s lap as we speak begging for advice.”
I snort. “I doubt that.”
“Whatever it is, he promised you he’d come back. If he doesn’t or walks away from you, I’ll step up.”
A laugh escapes me. “Oh you will, huh?”
“What?” He pouts. “Don’t you think I’ll be the prettiest gay daddy ever?”
“I mean, pretty, sure—”
“I’ll be the best and you know it! I’ll spoil my little prince! Does he want a yacht? I’m so buying him a yacht. A fixer-upper of course, bu
t something vintage and fabulous because our little prince deserves it!”
“What if it’s a girl?”
“Ew, then we’ll give it to Estefania.”
“Damian!”
We both laugh. He keeps me up for hours doing what he does best—adding sunlight in my dark world. By the time it’s bedtime, I’m exhausted and eager to see what tomorrow brings.
If Camilo walks away, I’ll be okay.
Devastated and ruined, but okay.
I have to be. I will be. I’m a Reid girl, it’s in my DNA to be.
“It looks like a unicorn threw up on the sheets.”
“Glitter is impossible to remove, mijo. Talk sense into your friends.”
“Are they a thing now because I don’t think I can handle assisting them both?”
“They are not a thing, handsome boyfriend.”
“I thought Damian liked boys and Cuervo was her lover.”
“Men,” Damian says sleepily. “Not boys, men, Eduardo.”
I pop my eyes open, aware of the fact that several people are in the room with us. My eyes first find Estefania’s smiling face. Kyle has an arm around her and is wearing an easy grin. Rosita and Eduardo seem amused.
And then there’s Camilo.
I don’t know what to expect, and his normally expressive face is anything but.
Sitting up, I glower at each one of them. “It’s called privacy. Learn to knock.”
“And miss this?” Camilo says, a smirk forming on his face and making my heart skitter in my chest. “Not a chance.”
“It’s not what you think,” Damian says to him dramatically. “I only have eyes for you, boyfriend.”
Camilo chuckles. “Scared me there for a minute, pal.”
“What are you all doing in here anyway?” I demand, searching for my inner fire. “It’s too early for this.”
“We were inviting you to breakfast,” Rosita says. “Among other things.”
Camilo’s grandmother comes waddling in, muttering in Spanish. Eduardo shakes his head at her, rattling something back to her that I can’t understand.
Damian yawns and stretches. “Camilo, baby doll, can you take your shirt off? Snuggle bear here has been squirming so much she gave a gay man a chub. I’d rather not taint my morning wood with the reminder she has a vag and is one hundred percent not my type. Show me some abs and erase this horrible memory from my mind.” He sits up on one elbow and waves a hand at Camilo. “Oh, maybe a happy trail. Yummy.”