Page 41 of Miguel
I wanted to give her time, but that’s one thing I, as a Diablo, wasn’t sure I had.
Sighing as the door closed behind her, I pulled out my phone and called Crank. My hermano answered on the second ring, his face filling the screen of my phone.
“All good?”
He nodded. The phone moved, swiveling in another direction to show Zeke. My son was staring at a TV screen with a scrunched, confused expression. I’d taken his hearing aids, so he probably couldn’t even hear the damn thing. I needed to teach my brothers how to work them so that when they watched him, they knew their ass from their elbow. I made a mental note to call a meeting and explain everything the doctor said.
The screen swiveled back to Crank.
“He eat?”
“In nibbles.”
I sighed. “Try again.”
He gave a firm nod and asked, “All good?”
“It will be. Look, I’m going to have Cami come pick him up. I’m gonna need you to follow them, though. Keep an eye on things. Take some prospects.”
“Got it.”
I hung up and immediately texted Cami. She didn’t get the heavy details, just that I needed her to pick up Zeke and bring him back in the morning. I’d gotten her confirmation just as Lorena walked back into the room.
I set my phone aside to take her in. She was trying to hide it, but I could feel the underlying current of anxiety thrumming beneath her skin. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands, a gesture I was sure she didn’t even realize she was doing.
“All good?”
She let out the softest of sighs. It shouldn’t have, but the airy sound shot straight through my cock.
“Yeah, Desi is fine. Shaken up, but I think she’ll be okay.”
Good. If Lorena cared so much about Desi, that meant my own care extended to her friend as well. That was something she would realize in time. Her family was my family, and vice versa. For now, I let my eyes do a slow perusal of her body. It was almost instinctive, to make sure she was okay.
“How are you?” I asked when my eyes finally flicked back up to her face.
“I’m okay.”
She had no fucking idea that her bottom lip trembled as she said those words. She had no fucking idea there was a hitch in her breath. I hadn’t known her long and already I could gauge every tell of her body.
Lorena was not okay, though she pretended to be.
That was the thing; I didn’t want her to pretend with me.
“Come here.” The order was soft-spoken, yet I injected it with as much command as I could.
I almost worried she’d tell me to fuck off, but she didn’t. Her whole body seemed to sag with relief before she started forward into my waiting arms.
I pulled her plump body down against my lap, enjoying the steadying weight of her against me. She breathed me in, relaxing against my hold. There was something very satisfying about having my woman trust me enough to let her guard down. To have her safe. Protected within the circle of my arms.
My lips found the crown of her head. She smelt like strawberries and vanilla, and I let her scent invade every space within my lungs. I memorized it before I pulled away.
“Come to bed, nena. Let’s go to sleep.”
The last thing on my mind was sleep, and so I had to force the words out. My cock was wide awake and standing at attention. I had no doubt she could feel it against her body, but she stayed eerily still. Like she was afraid to rub against it.
I almost wished she would.
I knew what I wanted, what my body demanded and craved, but I bit back those urges with a suppressed sigh. Lorena had been through a lot today and I’d be a huge asshole if I pounced on her now. Wouldn’t I? I mean, I was used to losing myself in women, of them losing themselves in me. Of them wanting a good fuck and sometimes nothing more. But Lorena was a different breed than club putas. She was prim and proper. Hell, she didn’t even curse. She’d called Mayan abutthead, for god’s sake.
