Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
He growled, and suddenly I found myself not standing anymore.
Instead, I was on his bed with Nico between my thighs.
And he was kissing me.
Kissing me well, too.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathed.
I concurred.
It was awful to want your best friend’s brother.
I felt like I was betraying Nikki by wanting him.
Right now, though, she wasn’t even the least bit on my mind. Only him. Only this. Only now.
***
“Alright,” Mya said, standing up. “I’ve got to go to work again. I just wanted to run your lunch back.”
I jolted back into the here and now, surprised that I’d not had a spontaneous orgasm like I usually did when I thought back to that night.
How embarrassing would that have been?
I stood hastily and smiled at her. “Thanks for lunch.”
She smiled at me warmly.
Mya knew how I was.
I was what one would call a dreamer.
I spent a lot of time inside my head or admiring the world around me.
That was why Nico and I worked so well.
He didn’t talk, and I didn’t care if he didn’t talk.
“No problem. I’ll see you later,” she whispered.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful as I worked through the mountain of paperwork, getting to know each individual child that would soon be under my charge.
They were all cute kiddos, ranging from ages four months all the way up to fifteen years old.
The fifteen year old would, by far, be my hardest to place.
From what I’d learned over my time interning, and then my rotations during school, I’d found that potential adoptive parents weren’t looking to go with teenagers. Especially older ones.
They wanted something new, something that wouldn’t be hard to handle, and teenagers were already set in their way at their age.
I’d do whatever I had to do to find her a home, though. She deserved nothing less.
Chapter 7
I hope you fall down with your hands in your pockets.
-E-Card
Georgia
“I’ve missed you so much, hija,” Mrs. Pena whispered fiercely.
Lolita Pena was a beautiful woman. She didn’t look a day over forty, and her personality made her seem even younger. She was two inches below five foot and she looked like a child from behind. She liked to say that it was her kids that kept her young, but it more contributed by her good genes, because even her mother didn’t look much more than sixty, and I knew for a fact that she was nearing seventy.
I hugged her back fiercely. “I’ve missed you even more.”
The smell of her perfume was like a soothing balm against my bruised soul, and I was so happy to be back in her arms that I couldn’t begin to express my happiness.
Our missed Friday dinner had been rescheduled for today.
They’d gone to church and I’d met them back at Lolita and Sol’s new place in the city.
Sol was Nico’s father, and the spitting image of Nico. Nico, surprisingly, had gray hair when Sol didn’t, not that I’d remind him of that fact.
Sol’s face was much more weathered from being out in the sun day in and day out for the previous forty five years. He was a third generation farmer. I’d heard he’d been upset when none of his children had expressed a desire to continue with the family business, but he wasn’t bitter about it. He loved his children fiercely, even though he denied their legitimacy every chance he got.
Apparently, they acted bad and embarrassed him. Which I couldn’t deny. They did. Whenever they could, just because it drove Sol insane.
Me, however, he loved.
Which he proved moments later when he gathered me up in a bear hug.
Sol was smaller than Nico as well. More of a whipcord body type rather than bulky. He also talked. A lot.
“Oh, hija, how I’ve missed you!” Sol crowed.
I giggled and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi, daddy Sol. How are you?” I asked. “I see that you still look just as young and vibrant now as you did eight years ago.”
He winked. “So you’ve decided to come home. I’ve been waiting for forever to see you again. You owe me a race.”
Lolita rolled her eyes and started a diatribe in Spanish that I didn’t even try to interpret. The woman could talk about a million miles an hour.
“I’ll see what I can do about the race. I’m not promising anything, though. I haven’t been on the back of a horse in over eight years. Nautica will have to be gentle with me later this week when I finally take her out for a ride,” I whispered.
He looked at me solemnly. “You’re okay, though?”
I nodded. “I’m okay. I promise.”
His eyes scanned my face for the longest time, but he must’ve found what he was looking for because he let me go, setting me gently down on my feet.
“Alright, Lolita, let’s eat,” Sol demanded.
Lolita shook her head. “Nicolas isn’t here yet.”
“Nicolas obviously isn’t hungry. He knows what time we eat lunch. Besides, he didn’t come for mass. He doesn’t deserve lunch,” Sol informed her.
A snort from behind us had us all turning to see Nico strolling up the front walk.
He was dressed in his Sunday’s finest.
Black form fitting slacks, a black leather belt, a royal blue button down shirt, and a blue and white striped tie.
He looked edible.
I’d always admired him when he got dressed up.
Then he’d been merely handsome. Now, he was captivating.
He grinned at me, then stopped to give his mother a kiss.
He repeated the process with me, except instead of a kiss on the cheek, he gave me a soft, lingering kiss on the mouth.
“Afternoon, niña,” he grinned.
“Hey,” I breathed out.
He leaned down and gave me another kiss on the nose before holding the door open for all of us to walk inside.
His parents were both frozen, staring at us in shock.
I was frozen, too. Though, only because I couldn’t seem to make my legs work.
Nico chuckled and pulled my arm.
I became freed, mostly because I didn’t want to fall on my face. Although, he wouldn’t have let me fall.