“Why not?” I quickly move the meats off the grill, rack them on the warmer, and turn off the flames. “If it’s Em and his big mouth, then I’ll tell him to shut the fuck up more than I already do. If he’s too crazy with Paco?—”
She moves away, sitting on a stool and putting the bar between us. I hate it. She always puts space between us when the answer is bad.
“I like living on my own. It’s nice. And I like my apartment.”
“It’s small and in a bad part of town,” I answer back flatly, flashing her a frown.
“Papito, it’s mine. And that’s all I can afford.”
“It’s dangerous. You take the train home at night. When it’s dark and full of bad dudes.”
She nibbles at her lips again, knowing I’m right. She told me stories on our drives to her house. I like picking her up. She likes me picking her up. So what’s the big deal if she sleeps here instead of there?
“I don’t have a car and?—”
“Hey, if you guys are done eye fucking each other, can we eat? I’m starving!”
And the dickwad fucks it up again.
She turns toward him. Her face softens. I don’t know if it’s for Em, her dog, or both. But something hurts in my chest when I watch her move to the side of the pool. Her hand cups her eyes as she looks down. Em paddles her way, long enough to touch his wet hand to her leg, and she jumps back.
“Ay, Nene, that’s too cold. You’ll get sick. And Paco . . .” She moves back to the edge and squats. “Hand him to me. He’ll catch his death.”
He won’t. Not smashed against my brother, who has developed a weirdly fast attachment to the thing. They argue a bit before Em sulks, but hands him over. The little thing shakes like a leaf until Sofia snuggles him to her boobs, where I want to be.
“Food is ready, help yourself,” I grumble, more bothered than before. I should be surging off a post sex high. Yet, I’m standing here worried like a little bitch. “I’ll be right back, I forgot something inside.”
Em’s already hollering for someone to help him get out of the pool without getting his cast wet. I head back inside. Instead of turning left toward the kitchen, I head right into my room and quietly close the door. I didn’t forget anything. A flimsy excuse. I need to get my shit together.
This is already going down the same road as her. And I need to fix my head before it goes bad. I duck into my bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror.
“What the fuck, Massimo? Get it together, or you’re going to make her run. I can’t come on too strong because Emilio already does that.” I stare at my bed head and the tiredness on my face. I hate how obsessing over someone feels when it’s not reciprocated. “She doesn’t even want you. Want us. Not really.”
A light touch climbs up my back and surges over my shoulder. I spin around to find her. But without the dog. “Who is she?”
“Huh?”
Why is she in here? I needed a second to myself, and she followed me in here.
“You said ‘she doesn’t even want you’, if she were me, then you’re wrong.”
She stands too close to be friends but too far to be lovers. I want to grab, bite, and suck every inch of her. This is torture with how I’m feeling.
“Am I?”
She closes the space between us. She does. Not me. For once. Her endless curves press into my body. Her hands plant flat on my chest, fingernails curling in slightly. All of it too light and soft for how I want to bend her over this counter and fuck her brains out.
“Yes, Papito. I do want you. And your brother.” She glances over her shoulder as if he might be there. “Even though I shouldn’t. Even though the idea of both of you is a lot. Even though the sex is awesome.”
Of course it is. We’ve mastered tag teaming women, but she’s different.
“Then what is it? What am I doing wrong?”
Now I sound as whiny as my brother. A smile plays on her lips before her hands travel up, clasp around my neck, and yank me toward her perfect, full lips.
“Nothing. It’s just me.”
Then she smashes her lips to mine. Shoves her tongue into my mouth and strokes the roof of my mouth. My cock jumps to life. Getting harder and harder the longer she mouth fucks me. Her thick curves are instantly in my hands. Gripping, tugging, and yanking her flesh. She moans a lot. All go signs to continue. To fuck her right here and now. Without Em. Just us. I shouldn’t do it without him, but I don’t give a shit.
