The only man I need in my life is nestled against my breast with his eyes closed.
That’s enough.
CHAPTER 4
EMILIO
It’s the fucking beeping. Right in my ear. Like a mosquito that crawled inside my skull and it refuses to die. I crack my eyes open to slap the shit out of whatever alarm Mas put beside my head. I’m not in my bed. Not in my apartment. I’m in a fucking hospital.
There’s shit taped to me. Tubes sticking out. My leg’s wrapped up and hanging from a swing like a busted piñata. My arm’s hooked to an IV bag full of something. Bandages all over. I smell like sweat, piss, and blood.
Mas is knocked out in the world’s smallest chair. Looking like death. Ragged-ass hair. Purple bags under his eyes. Mouth hanging open, like he’s trying to catch flies. Old basketball shorts from high school stretched so tight across his thighs they’re one wrong move from splitting. One foot in a slide, the other bare on the white linoleum floor.
“What the fuck happened to me?”
My voice is all gravel. My tongue feels like sandpaper. The beeping won’t quit. I swat at it. Then the door flies open, and this woman bursts like I’m doing bad shit.
“¡Voy entrando!”
I tilt my head.
Holy shit.
She’s curvy as fuck. Tight scrubs that swish when she walks. Big ass that should be illegal. Thick thighs that could crush a man’s skull in the best fucking way possible. Small tits with a pen stuck between the V of her shirt. Curly hair up in a messy bun with another pen stabbed through it.
She has fucking DSLs.
Dick sucking lips.
Thick and smeared in some glossy shit. Her face is round. Chubby cheeks and long ass eyelashes. Giant gold hoops hang from her earlobes.
“Damn, you’re hot as fuck. Are you my nurse? Give me mouth-to-mouth. Sit on my brother’s face while doing it.”
She freezes just long enough to give me a look like she’s deciding between laughing and stabbing me with one of her pens. “We already talked yesterday, remember?”
“No way. I’d remember if those lips opened. And I’d have written poetry about that ass. Turn around.”
“Ay, behave.”
Shit.
Thick ass accent to go with her thick thighs and ass. She’s fucking perfect, even if she’s ignoring me. Coming right to the machine and pressing buttons until the beeping dies. The relief is so instant, I could fuck her on the floor of this place. Then she’s swapping plastic bags on the pole, moving like she’s done it a million times.
“You need to think before you speak. You say inappropriate stuff.”
Her comment falls over me like fairy dust. I’ve been told that before, but I don’t fucking care. My mouth gets me pussy and fat asses. Hopefully, hers next.
“Probably the pain meds if you don’t remember a thing. You called me a thick snack, asked if I could give you a sponge bath, forget the sponge, and use my tongue, then fell asleep mid-sentence,” she continues when I don’t answer.
“That sounds like me.”
I grin. Eyes shamelessly glued to the curve of her hips as she leans over to check my IV. Her small tits are smashed together. The view from down her shirt is perfect.
“I guess it didn’t work. I smell like shit.”
Her eyes lock with mine. Long enough to see my soul in them.
“You’ll get a bath soon enough, Nene.”
