Faster.
Efren doesn’t stop thrusting into her even as her body gives out—he pulls her legs up and uses her. A low groan sounds from the back of his throat, his face tightens, and he pulls his dick out of her. I stand there, frozen in the dark, taking in his length, how hard he still is, and the cum that spills onto Naomi’s limp body.
His head turns slightly, and I can feel his cold eyes on me. Quickly, I step back into the shadows, but I’m too wound up to just stand there. Too afraid he might have seen me. I walk swiftly back to Esteban’s room and climb into bed next to him. My body can’t settle, and my pussy aches as I wrap my arm around Esteban, and he groans.
My hand slides to find his dick, and I stroke it lightly, imagining it’s the other one I just saw. He hardens in my hand, and I sigh with relief. Is it fucked up what I’m about to do? I’m too horny to care.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
Chapter 18
Alma
PRESENT
Houston, Texas
Let me tell you something about narcissists. The best ones are usually some of the sexiest men you’ll ever meet. They know how to charm people, and that’s what makes it difficult when you try telling people they’re evil.
Case in point, Efren holding a tiny baby in his arms while cooing in his face. Charming as hell. My ovaries tighten, and I have to focus on something else. Anything else.
“He’s so good with babies,” Mireya exclaims. I can’t help but roll my eyes.
So what if PJ likes him? Probably the only person alive that thinks he’s funny, or for all we know he’s probably only smiling ‘cause he has gas. I watch the four month old grab onto Efren’s chain, staring up as he stares down at him.
“Damn y’all really hate each other that much?” Adrian laughs. I realize everyone is looking at me while I glare at Efren.
“Hate is a strong word,” Efren says, still looking down at the baby and smiling.
“Not strong enough,” I reply
Why does this asshole have to be in my close group of friends? The Consuelos are celebrating another year of Vicente Consuelo’s life. I genuinely look forward to these events. It’s my favorite part about being friends with rich people. The finesse is shining all around me, from designer name dresses and the luxury cars stopping at the valet, to the open bar I’m heading straight towards.
“Hey, Alma. I didn’t know you’d be here,” a familiar female voice says. I look to see Shawny, a redheaded maid who works with me.
“Hey girl! I didn’t know you bartended.” I observe.
“Just a side gig.” She shrugs. “What can I get you?”
“I’ll take whatever they’re drinking.” I nod to the couple at the end of the bar.
“The mangonadas the Zamoras are drinking?” she asks, her eyes narrowing on me.
“Sure, I guess, I’m not really familiar with anyone here. Thalia Consuelo is my homegirl and invites me to these things,” I confess.
A small laugh falls from Shawny’s lips before she turns to the blender behind her. I really don’t have the slightest fuck who half of these people are.
“Your mangonada.” Shawny sets the drink in front of me.
It’s sweet, but I can taste the liquor mixed in as well. My eyes wander back to the table where Efren is returning a sleeping PJ back to Mireya.
Goddamn.
He looks amazing. Something about the vintage suit he’s wearing makes him stand out in a crowd. The suit is similar to a zoot suit with more modern flair. There are no pin stripes, nor a ruinously long hat, but the lapels are still wider and the trousers’ high waisted. The pants do amazing thingsfor his…oh god.Santa Madre María. Why am I looking at his?—
“Whose that?” Shawny asks. I revert my eyes back to her.
“Um. I don’t know.” I take another sip in hopes I don’t think about what happened days priors. The way his fingers felt better than anything. The way his words still linger on my skin.
