Page 70 of Forgive Me Father


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Rubi murmured something I couldn’t hear. Then, louder, doled out team orders for Operation Shower. “Nash is securing the building now. When he hollers, both of you head over there while I watch your backs. Mats, guard the door, yeah?”

“Nah, I was gonna fuck off to KFC.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you, sunshine.”

“Cunt.”

Rubi laughed. Mateo rolled the window up, cutting him off. Then glared down at me as if it was my fault Rubi existed at all.

I laughed too. Couldn’t help it. His sinister face was so cute. “You know, I made it through a six-year bird without getting jumped in the showers. I think I’ll be okay.”

Mateo scowled deeper. “Ain’t no one getting through that door regardless.”

I believed him. Last man who wronged me got shot in the face, after all.

Don’t think about that.

Done. I had my head in Mateo’s lap, his cock inches from my mouth. It was hard to think about anything. “So...”

Mateo lifted a dark brow. “So what?”

“Are you going to tell me what I said in my sleep?”

The bashful haze crept into Mateo’s eyes again. He rubbed his scruffy jaw, his other hand coming to rest on my shoulder, the pad of his thumb grazing my neck. “Don’t know if I should.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “Thinking about if you meant it or not might do me in.”

Okay, now I was intrigued, but Rubi knockedagainbefore I could press any further.

With heavy reluctance, I sat up, not needing Mateo’s hand at my back but appreciating it all the same. Fully upright, I took a second, then found my bag with the handful of clean clothes I’d brought.

No towel.

“Here.” Mateo threw one in my face. “Nash packed them.”

“Good old Mother Nash.”

“Yup.” Mateo opened his door and jumped out.

Seconds later, he opened mine too. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to help me down from the fuck-off big HGV, but he restrained himself.

I sprang from the bench seat and landed at his feet. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tellme.”

Footsteps approached.

Rubi.

Mateo glanced over my shoulder. Then he bent down, his lips an inch from my ear, his voice a whisper. “You said,Mateo, I need to see you come.”

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