Almost immediately, her pussy grips me like a vice. She muffles her scream against my shoulder as she explodes.
Putain! It’s as good as I remember.
CHAPTER 31
Tara
“Idon’t know if we approve of this,” Papi says, his hands waving to encompass Gustave and me as we come into the kitchen.
“Of what?” I ask breezily, leaning into Gustave, who looks out of his depth, facing the parents of his girlfriend after a night in her bed in their home.
“When you’re living under our roof,mija, you can’t bring just a man to spend the night,” Mama chimes in.
Gustave straightens, looking properly chastised. He doesn’t yet realize my parents have the weirdest sense of humor. “Estrella, I apologize. I didn’t mean to?—”
I groan, cutting him off. “Oh my God, Mama,please! You have a man in your bed, why can’t I have one in mine?”
Gustave blinks at me like I’ve lost my mind. His mouth actually falls open.
Then my parents completely lose it.
Papi bursts out laughing first, clapping his hands together. “Ay, dios, we really wanted to keep it going, but it’s too hard!” He chuckles, turning toward the stove. “I’m making breakfast!”
Gustave exhales, his shoulders relaxing as I start laughing, too.
“And for the record,” Mama adds, her tone far too casual, “you both made so much noise getting in last night that I think the whole street knows Gustave spent the night.”
“Mama!”
“What?” she says innocently. “It’s good for business. People love romance.”
Papi agrees, “Sí, we’ll call itMi Tierra: Where Love Happens. Maybe we’ll make it a special on the menu.”
I bury my face in my hands. Gustave chuckles softly beside me, slipping an arm around my waist.
“I like your parents,” he whispers.
“Obviously!” I mutter. “They’re plotting my humiliation.”
He presses a kiss to my temple. “It’s endearing.”
Mama pours two mugs of coffee and slides them across the counter toward us. “Eat, drink, and stop sneaking in through my hallway like teenagers. You’re adults. Act like it.”
“Yes,madame,” Gustave says with a polite nod.
“Madame,” she repeats, smiling slyly. “That makes me sound old.”
He inclines his head. “Estrella then.”
“Better,” she says approvingly. “Now sit, both of you. Breakfast first, then you can go be scandalous somewhere else.”
I meet Gustave’s gaze, the soft curve of his smile, the quiet warmth in his eyes, and the world is right again.
We’re back together. It’s messy and unexpected, and nothing about it makes sense. But then he laces his fingers through mine, and my parents bicker about something, and I realize it doesn’t have to be perfect.
As the days progress, the strange situation we’re in—Gustave living in LA and me working at the Getty—takes on a sheen of normalcy. We do things like a normal couple. We go out for dinner on the days he has off from the restaurant and has no meetings. We watch movies with my parents. We spend time at his suite in the Ritz.
And, obviously, we go to a Lakers game with Aubert, who is excited beyond measure to join the crowds roaring at the Crypto.com Arena.
