Page 42 of Miguel
Swaying women to my bed had always been too easy. They’d take a single look at my cuero, the Diablos and Vice President patches, and their panties would hit the floor.
That wasn’t going to work with Lorena. And I was all too happy to keep my dick in my pants until she begged for it.
Even if my dick really, really, really wanted her.
I pulled away and found her face flushed. From her freckled, pale cheeks, down her neck, to the swells of her breasts. I tried not to look at the thick, luscious globes that had starred in too many fantasies already.
My eyes darted back up to her face.
“You should change into something more comfortable,” I choked out.
“Yeah.”
There was a pause in which we just stared at one another. I had to break away first. Lifting her from my legs, she moved quickly like the spell had been broken, and sat on the edge of the bed. I got up and went to rummage through one of the dresser drawers to pull out a pair of gray sweats. As they unfolded in my hands, Lorena gave a whimper.
“Gray sweats,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “Of course.”
My eyebrow kicked up. “You okay, nena?”
She sputtered before going to grab her duffel bag. She yanked it towards her body and marched into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her without a word.
I didn’t fully understand women.
That thought in mind, I quickly stripped. First, slipping out of my cut and folding it with great care. It was a symbol of hermandad, and because it represented our brotherhood, our family, it was supposed to be treated with respect. Disrespecting something as symbolic as the cuero was the equivalent to disrespecting Los Diablos.
I stripped down completely, taking my boxers off to give my dick room to breathe, before I slipped the sweatpants on. My erection was too obvious, so I went ahead and tucked back the covers and slipped into the bed. As soon as I did, Lorena came out of the bathroom.
I snorted at the sight of her and tried to hold back the laughter that traveled up my throat.
My contorted expression gave me away though, because she snapped defensively just before raising her bag to block the sight of her body. “What?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. You look hot, nena.”
Her PJ’s were fluffy with images of bright pink flying pigs all over them. They made her look more vulnerable, wide-eyed and bright-faced.
After letting out a scoff, she dropped her bag to the ground, and I noticed her demeanor change within an instant. She fidgeted where she stood, looking unsure as her gaze bounced between me and the bed.
To make her feel at ease I scooted over, patting the place next to me. “Lay down, nena.” I flashed her a smile. “I won’t bite.”
Even if I fucking wanted to.
She meandered nervously towards the bed, sliding her body in. The mattress dipped under her weight, and she kept to the far side of the bed, pressing herself down into the mattress as if she was making herself as small as possible.
I lay on my side, propping my head up on my hand. She pulled the covers up to her chin, turning slightly to look at me warily.
I smirked. “You afraid of me, Lorena?”
“Of course not.” Her brows scrunched.
“Then why are you all the way over there?” I made sure to give a pointed look at the space that separated us. It felt like a chasm. I wanted to lasso the emptiness between us and yank her towards me. It was a consuming force, this need. One I’d never experienced before. To be honest, it should have frightened me, the way she invaded every crevice of my body. But I was sure of her. And I wanted her to know that.
With a sigh, she shoved the blankets down to her shoulders. “What are we doing, Miguel?”
My brows raised. “Talking?”
She rolled her eyes. “I meanhere. What are we doinghere?”
“Trying to sleep.”
