Muy Picano Novels & Stories

"Picasso, my love, I understand the magic of surprises, but I just want a little taste of what awaits us. Please, won't you give me a hint? Just a tiny one?" Picasso's eyes softened with affection as he gazed at Rico. He took a deep breath before finally relenting. "Alright, my dear Rico. I'll give you a small hint. Our honeymoon destination is known for its rich history and captivating landscapes. But that's all you get for now. Tomorrow, you'll find out." Rico's heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and relief. He couldn't wait to embark on this new adventure with Picasso. Even though he still didn't know where they were headed, their destination seemed all the more alluring because

Now I am only looking forward. I’m looking forward, starting with Canary and Sin turning into wolves today. I’m out by the smoker with Rebel and we are having a blast cooking and talking through the menus with my mother. My mother is chopping tomatoes and serrano peppers to make fresh pico de gallo. Mia is mixing masa to make tortillas, and I am peeling plantains to boil and make into mufungo. Aiden comes down and sees all of us cooking, “Damn, it smells good out here, ladies.”

I looked at him blankly. "It’s a sign of ownership." He told me smugly. I smirked at him, then reached out for his cup of coffee, and took a sip. His eyes widened, before he began laughing. "Sei perfetta!" He said softly, between staccato bursts of laughter. " Così perfetto per." (So perfect! So perfect for me.) I rolled my eyes. I needed to learn Italian. Really. The four girls grinned when Mariano said that.