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I was going to say no. I was going to tell her that I’d give her what she wanted from me all night long, but then she unzipped my pants and pulled me out. I wasn’t able to breathe as she started expertly giving me a hand job.

“Carmen, not here…”

“Shh.” She lifted her dress over her hips and spread her legs. Then she handed me a condom and watched as I put it on withshaking hands. She jumped up and put her legs around my waist, and I couldn’t control myself any longer.

I pushed her against the wall, pushed inside her, and started fucking her hard. We both made low noises of pleasure, not wanting to get caught. I adjusted myself so I could go harder. Then she surprised me by hopping down, bending over with her dress still around her waist, and spreading her legs. “Go hard.”

I grabbed her by the hips and fucked her harder than I’d ever gone before.

I suddenly heard her mother on the microphone asking for Carmen to come to the front of the room, and I stopped, horrified.

“Keep going,” she begged, pushing back against me. “Finish me.”

I sped up even more, going even harder. I had never imagined fucking a woman so roughly, taking her with such force, but she was crying out for it. And it was the best thing I’d ever felt. I went harder and harder as her mother spoke about her just steps away from where we were hidden. Finally, she came and I put my hand over her mouth just in time to muffle her cries of ecstasy. I follow behind her, unloading so much into the condom I was afraid it would break.

She immediately pulled off me, smoothed her dress down, fixed her hair, composed her face, and I watched in shock as she expertly moved around the curtain and went into the crowd with no one noticing where she came from.

“It’s my turn to say a little something about my beautiful girl. Carmen always blazed her own path. I had certain ideas for her, but she didn’t even blink as she chose what she wanted instead of what I wanted. It drove me crazy at the time, but I’m so glad she stood up to me and became the independent young woman she is today.”

I tried to follow her example and sneak from around the curtain like she did. It was harder for me. I was six foot five. She was maybe five feet six in her heels. But I did it. Everyone’s attention was on Carmen and her mom. No one was looking in my direction.

I watched, amazed, as Carmen hugged her mother, said a few words, and cut the cake. She looked perfectly composed. You’d never know that she’d just been fucked to within an inch of her life mere seconds before she stood up in front of everyone as if nothing had happened.

That’s when I knew she’d done that before with other men. Probably a lot of times. She had it down to an art form, and I started to worry that Nico was right. I was ready to put a goddamn ring on her finger, but I got the feeling she didn’t feel quite the same way about me.

We spent the night together. I’d never had sex so many times in my life. I had no idea I could go that often, recover that quickly. And I was amazed at her stamina and desire. I’d convinced myself Nico was wrong this time. There was no way Carmen didn’t feel the connection like I did. She wouldn’t be able to walk away from this. I knew I couldn’t.

But in the morning, I woke to an empty bed. And my hopes that she just went down for an early breakfast were dashed quickly. She’d left a note for me on her pillow.

Byron,

I loved every minute of that! I’m going on a trip to Ibiza with some friends. I’ll see you the next time you come home with Nico.

Kisses,

Carmen

And that’s when I knew Nico was right. Carmen was not the type to settle down. And though we had several more days andnights like that one over the years, I could never convince her to choose me. To settle down with me.

I’d broken up with Stephanie when I’d gotten home, feeling horribly guilty about what I’d done. After that, I made sure I didn’t ever have a girlfriend when I visited Nico’s home, just in case Carmen was there.

And I wondered if I’d ever feel for another woman even half of what I felt for Carmen Salazar.

***

That had been more than a decade ago, and Carmen and I had hooked up several more times over the years. Each time, I’d hoped she’d change her mind and settle down with me.

But the interesting thing was, I realized, that I wasn’t looking at Carmen that way right now. In fact, I was thinking about Jess. I’d never, not even with Carmen, felt what I’d felt for Jess. And the thought was… freeing. There had been a lot of times that my feelings for Carmen had left me feeling frustrated and sad over the years.

But Jess? There was nothing like that with her. I was enjoying helping her. I wanted to be around her as much as possible. I wanted to get to know her better. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel… anything as I talked to Carmen.

“Byron? Are you listening to me?” Carmen had a concerned look on her face.

I blinked. “Yes. Of course.” I actually couldn’t remember what she’d been talking about.

“I asked what you could do about that motorcycle club. I know you want to help, but can you really do it?”

“I don’t know. But I’ve got to try.”