LOGINDate = 15 AugustA little later in the day.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueI touch my crotch with a groan.Abstinence from Aria is a crime against nature. Against art. Against manhood.She said we should not have sex before the wedding. She said it was symbolic. Romantic. Something ab
Alejandro shakes his head. “No.”“They’re probably squeezing in a quickie,” Jackson mutters, leaning back like this is all mildly entertaining.I shoot him a look sharp enough to draw blood. And it reminds me that I am absolutely having a conversation with him later.Alejandro lets out a strained la
“You still thinking about her?” I ask quietly.He doesn’t turn. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says.I let that sit between us. Brothers don’t need lies polished.“You went there to forget,” I say.He finishes, hands steady, movements practiced, and absentminded. He exhales slowly, tucking himself
“And look where that got us.” She points to her tummy, and he gets this stupid, proud smile on his stupid face.“Face it, angel, your man is a stud.”“As if it’s so difficult to make a bloody baby,” I grunt, trying to get past my slight nausea.“So you’re saying it’s as easy as riding a bike …” Dami
Date = 15 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueJust then, Mel wobbles up the last step, winded with a red face, with Damion holding her arm.“Sorry, we’re late,” Damion charms, “Your sister takes a while to walk up the stairs.”“She takes a while to walk, period,” Luke sneers. It ear
“You’re right,” River agrees, “but you don’t need to get married to do it. Damion and Mel are not married.”“The baby was an accident.” Luke walks forward with his usual smug, condescending smirk on his face.River rolls her eyes with theatrical flair, nudging at nothing with the toe of her pink boo
Enrique and I lock eyes.“Is this what parenting is?” she asks. “Just suppressing laughter and trying not to call CPS on yourself?”Damion goes over to wrap his arms around her from behind. “Pretty much.”“That’s our future now,” she snaps, “Just because you couldn’t use a balloon or ride a frickin
And then he shoves his tongue deep into my mouth.I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. His body is all lean strength, steady and solid, and he smells amazing. That familiar scent I’m addicted to — warm and woodsy and heartbreakingly male.He pulls back, forehead resting against mine. Eyes
I arch a brow. “Test them?”He shrugs, eyes gleaming. “See which one’s best for what position.”I smack his chest, laughing. “You can’t be serious.”“I am. It’s important. Scientific, even.”“Oh? And the results?”“So far, I’d say the kitchen counter is winning. Very supportive. Lots of surface area
That’s a lie. I love it. I soak his embarrassment in like sunlight and good wine.He opens his mouth to recover, but the small humans aren’t done.“What’s horny?” Lili asks innocently, twisting her ponytail around one finger like a confused Disney character.I gasp. Nope. Not my circus. Not my hormo







