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“You too.”
“The one with the stupid pretty face is Ángel.”
Said stupid pretty face wasn’t just pretty. It was downrightgorgeous.An angel clad in leather, all smooth features and a stunning smile. A smile he turned my way and nearly had me weak in the knees.
“You made his Viejita speechless,” Loco joked.
The words blew me out of my stupor. I cleared my throat, though I felt my face start to flame. “Nice to meet you.”
“That’s Doc.”
The man in question was older than them, with graying brown hair and a white beard that made him look as serious as his smile made him look friendly.
“And that is Crank.”
Crank, who I had sort of met before, nodded in my direction, but his gaze strayed over my shoulder, following someone else.
I suddenly felt firm arms pull me away from Miguel and Camila’s melodic voice drifted through my ear. “Stop hogging my cuñadita. It’s my turn to have her.”
Miguel rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Then, before Camila could pull me away, Miguel stepped close and closed the distance for a kiss.
It wasn’t a soft kiss, either.
It was a claiming.
His tongue flicked against mine, causing me to moan and lean against him. The kiss ignited something within the both of us. He pressed closer, rubbing himself against my center. I plastered my hands against his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart against my palms.
His hand stroked over my hip, rounding towards my ass. I gasped as he yanked me closer, grinding me against him in front of everyone.
“Ya déjala respirar.”
Camila yanked me away from her brother. Our lips tore apart with a gasp and I stumbled backwards against Miguel’s sister and she clucked her annoyance in her brother’s direction.
“You’re an animal. Can you let her breathe for five minutes? Jesus.”
My face reddened and my cheeks hurt from embarrassment, but Miguel merely shrugged, tossing me a mischievous smile before he turned back to his jesting brothers.
Camila pulled me to her side, leading me across the entire yard. Her excited chatter filled my ears as we weaved through the party. At each table, we stopped so she could introduce me to several new faces of Los Diablos members and their families.
The funny thing about being here was that everyone treated me with respect, even if they didn’t know me. They treated me like I was already a part of the family and I didn’t know how to contend with that fact except offer the same smiles and courtesy.
It felt nice, being pulled into the fold.
Soon I had a cold beer in hand, and sooner still I caught sight of Desiree arriving with Mayan looming at her back like a shadow.
She stomped away from him to deposit herself near a far wall, turning to glare at the pathway Mayan marked across the yard.
I made my way towards my best friend, catching her attention and signing, “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
Her glare didn’t drop. “Because you’ve practically been living with your new boyfriend.”
I immediately felt guilty. Had I been neglecting my friendship with Desiree in favor of hanging out with Miguel? We were new and had been wrapped up in one another. I’d texted Desiree, had caught her at our place, But we hadn’t spent time together like we used to.
I missed her. And good dick wasn’t an excuse to neglect the people I cared about.
“I’m sorry.”
Her expression softened. “It’s fine. I hardly have time to breathe because of that big stalker of a brute.” She gestured in Mayan’s direction. Mayan who was staring at her like he’d just found the secret to life in the depths of her eyes and wanted nothing more than to dive in head first.
