Mateo sucked on his joint, taking a deep inhale that he let out slowly, tendril by tendril. “Lots of things.”
“Like?” I stepped closer before I remembered the CCTV watching us. “Or do you want me to guess?”
“Guessing is good.”
“It’s long. Be easier if you just told me.”
“Less fun, though.” Mateo narrowed the distance between us and brought the blunt to my lips. He watched me drag on it, gaze hooked on my mouth, and it was all I could do not to kiss him.
I craved that as much as I wanted him to fuck me again.
It mattered more.
I blew herbal smoke from my lungs and reached for the hand that lay dormant at his side. With Saint off his nut on edibles, it would be Alexei who saw us, but I felt reckless.
And realistic.
Every brother knew what me and Mateo were. It was only the fear of breaking something fragile that kept us in the dark.
Be sensible.
Eh.
Mateo ashed the spent joint on a nearby wall and flicked it in a bin with perfect aim. “I was thinking about how we slept together after we fucked, and...”
“And?”
“And how we fucked on the bed before we slept in it.”
“Panned out, didn’t it?”
A brief, soft smirk flickered through Mateo’s features. “It did, but that don’t mean I’m expecting shit to change around here. I wanted you to know that.”
“Your dick isn’t medicinal?”
“It’s never cured me of anything.”
I hummed a low laugh, Mateo’s potent joint hitting me harder than the gentle ones I rolled for myself. “I wasn’t worried that you’d be jumping me upstairs as soon as we got back. And I can’t promise I’ll ever want you to, but I wantyou. If you can put up with al fresco fucking for a while... I don’t know. MaybeIneed a chaplain.”
Mateo sidled closer still and I smelt theMateolayered beneath the weed smoke. “I ain’t got nothing to complain about if you wanna alfresco fuck me, cielito.”
Still wasn’t convinced he meant literally, but okay. I didn’t have much to complain about either, and my resolve to be sensible crumbled.
I stretched up and kissed him, a soft brush of lips that was a promise more than anything else. A sentiment. The details weren’t important. Just the sweet sensation of Mateo’s lips working with mine. His scruff scraping my jaw. In a faraway place, I knew there were complications I hadn’t thought of yet. Complications I’d thought todeathand somehow forgotten about. But whatever it was I’d pushed from my mind, it was a static speck in the distance and easy to ignore.
Everything was easy when Mateo held my face and whispered Spanish shit to me.
“We should go back,” he said. “Before Rubi comes out here to join in.”
I cringed.
He arched a brow. “I meant the ganja, chaparrito.”
Regardless, he was right. I knocked my head on his chest and headed back inside with him half a step behind me.
The bar was dead, only a handful of old timers at the pool table while my brothers kicked back in the alcove. Nash had disappeared and I’d lost my spot on the couch to Saint, who was lying down, his head in Cam’s lap while Alexei crouched beside them both, leaning forward so he could peer into Saint’s face.
Cam was smiling, his big body free of stress. At some point, we’d have to hash out the Crow attack on the convoy, but not tonight.
