Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“But I still want her to like me,” I whispered.
“I like you. A lot.” He grinned, lifting up my chin.
I smiled, blushing from the simple sentiment. Making up for the fucking remark before. It was the first time he’d ever said anything like that to me. It wasn’t the three words I wanted, but I still cherished it.
“Cariño, you’ve sucked my cock too many goddamn times to still blush like that.”
I gasped, slapping him on the chest. “You ruined it.” Trying to slap him again, but he caught my wrist in the air. Jerking my face inches away from his mouth.
“Well, now we are even. You’ve ruined me. This,” he skimmed his thumb against my heat. “And these,” he pecked my mouth, biting my bottom lip. “Have all ruined me. I’d like to ruin that pussy in the nicest possible way right now, right here. But I’m not going to lie, cariño, that slap kind of hurt,” he lied. “So, how about I let you make it up to me?”
“We’re on our way to a church and you’re talking about sex, Martinez. That can’t be right.”
“It got you to stop whining. Didn’t it?”
I smiled. I couldn’t help it. He could be an insensitive bastard, but at least he always made me feel better after.
“I don't even like you right now. You should at least pretend to be sorry, or at least try to get on my good side again,” I argued, smirking.
He cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at me for what felt like forever, but was truly just seconds. He didn't falter. With a mischievous grin he reached over and cupped my pussy, moving his rough, callused fingers ever so slightly over my silk panties.
I gasped.
“Hmm...” he groaned, immediately making me remember the feeling of him everywhere and all at once. “Your pussy fucking likes me,” he rasped, leaning in close to my ear, never stopping the light brush of his fingers against my heat. “And that's all that fucking matters to me.”
We sat in the back of the church. I was thankful it didn’t come crashing down on him when we stepped foot through the doors. Watching Michael get baptized was such a beautiful sight. I loved every second of it. Briggs was gorgeous. I’ve never seen anyone pull off vibrant purple hair the way she did. She also had bright, intricate sleeve tattoos running down her arms. More scattered throughout her body. I would have never guessed she was a mom of two, her figure was flawless. She looked like such a tender person, totally opposite of her uncle. Her husband Austin, looked at her lovingly as she held their baby in her arms. He was covered in tattoos too. Definitely had that whole bad boy thing going for him.
From what I gathered they had a rough relationship from the start, but love prevailed, and here they were a happy family. What completely caught me off guard was that Martinez knew every bible verse, every step to follow, as if he’d been going to church every day of his life.
The man was a walking paradox of contradictions.
“Unkey!” a little girl with bright blue eyes and pigtails came running up to him outside after the christening. Her chubby little legs moving faster than they should.
“Mi niña bonita,” he replied in Spanish, immediately picking her up.
I jerked back, surprised. Who was this man, and what did he do with Alejandro?
She wrapped her tiny little arms around his neck, laying her head on his chest. Hugging him tight with her eyes closed. He kissed the top of her head. And I swear I almost fell over, stunned by what was going on in front of me.
“I miss you, Unkey. Why don't you come see me no more? Mama says you busy. I not busy. I come see you, okie?” she spoke sincerely in the cutest baby voice I’d ever heard. She held his face in between her hands, looking adoringly into his eyes.
And… my ovaries just exploded at the sight.
“We Skyped last week, silly girl.”
They did? How did I not know this?
“That’s not the same, Unkey,” she giggled.
“Amari! What have I told you about running off like that,” Briggs reprimanded, coming up behind her.
“Uh oh…” Amari turned around, laying her head on his shoulder. “I sorry, Mama. But my Unkey here.”
She smiled, rolling her eyes. “Hi, Uncle,” Briggs greeted, such a different reception to him than her daughter. She glanced over at me with questioning eyes.
“Briggs this is Lexi,” he gestured toward me. “Lexi this is my niece, Briggs,” he simply stated, flipping Amari over, tickling her to death.
Briggs cocked her head to the side. “I know you from somewhere. Right? You look so familiar.”
“Yeah. We met briefly, a long time ago. You came to your uncle’s penthouse one night. But we weren’t properly introduced.” I looked over at Martinez who was still entertaining his great-niece.