Em and I deferred for now. My parents are friends with the school’s dean. It was just a phone call to explain what happened to get attendance, homework, and stuff to go away. It’s cool for now.
“Papito?”
I look from my phone at her. Playing Call of Duty mobile to pass the time while Em sleeps.
“You need to go home. Shower and rest.”
She looks bothered today. Not her usual bossy, high-energy self. Not that my brother noticed, commenting on her ass for the millionth time. Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot as fuck. I would love to push my cock past those thick thighs just as much as Em does. But his having sex is off the table for a while. Not that he hasn’t asked that question about two million times. He gets a lot of shocked looks and vague answers, like after he heals. Yet I don’t miss the soft smile when he calls her his angel. She likes it. Even if he’s too dumb to notice and she’s too proud to say it.
“Nah, I’m good.” I’m not and would fucking love both a fat nap and a shower, but I’m the reason he’s in here, so I won’t choose me over him. “You okay?”
She turns to face me fully.
Her pink scrubs are tighter than the blue ones she wore the other day. The color makes her cheeks brighter. Her hair is half up and down with stray curls around her face. She looks softer without as much makeup today. Just a hint of stuff on her eyes and lips.
“Sure, why do you ask?”
She sighs, and her voice goes up at the end. Convincing me or her. I don’t know which.
“You’re not as loud today.”
A frown wrinkles her mouth. Those DSLs, as Em keeps calling them, thin out a bit.
“That’s not a nice thing to say.”
Her hands slap her wide hips. I could easily cover them with mine when forcing her to hinge as I fucked her from behind. She’d be sucking Em’s cock while I did it. I don’t know why I’m fantasizing so much about her today. Maybe I’m tired. I’m definitely horny. And fucking her would take my mind off Em for a second.
“I like how loud you are. How bossy.” My eyes slide to my brother, snoring with his mouth wide open. “Em’s in love with you.”
Her frown transforms into a soft smile. The ones she hides from him, but not me.
“Your brother’s a clown. A fool.”
“You like him.”
“You’re sweet, Papito. But I don’t date. Especially not patients.”
There’s more to that story. And it has nothing to do with Em from the sound of it.
“Why? You married?”
There’s no ring on her finger. No indentation of one either. I’ve looked. A weird sneer pulls at those sexy lips. Yeah, a whole lot more to that story.
“No, I won’t do that again.”
I stand, needing to touch her or be close to her. Something pulls me to her, makes me want to know more.
“Why?”
Her hands fall from her hips. She doesn’t step back, not afraid. Uncomfortable.
“You’ve seen my parents. They are happily married.”
I offer the only example I have. Hoping she takes the bait.
“Yes, they are very nice people. They spoiled you boys. Too much.”
Ignoring that comment, I take the remaining steps toward her. This time, she does step back. Even though she’s a lot shorter than me and curvy as fuck, I could still lift her up and plunge my cock in. Visions of it dance in front of my eyes.
