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“I wanted to check on you since you insist on getting rid of me tomorrow. You’re not hiding a secret girlfriend, are you?”
Apá laughs, but the movement tweaks his injuries. “Still my little alborotadora. No, I’m not hiding a secret love. Your life has been on hold long enough. It’s time you got back to living it.”
We sit and talk for hours until we’re both in danger of passing out in the office. Apá rises slowly from his chair as do I, the shredded muscles in my middle aching with the movement. My father ambles toward his bedroom down the hall while I have the stairs to look forward to.
Reaching the main entry, I notice Austin and Piper standing as sentries by the door. Austin is back in a t-shirt and board shorts, a much different look to his imposing black uniform. “Is something wrong?”
“No. We’ve been chilling, waiting to help you make the climb.”
I’m relieved. “Thank you. I was mentally preparing myself to crawl.”
Austin steps closer, and I reach out to thread my arm with his. Instead, he bends and sweeps my legs over an elbow, lifting me off the floor. The burly soldier takes the stairs with me in his arms, not showing any signs of a struggle. “Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are?”
His answer is to smile, which I only get to see in profile. Austin sets me down at my door and follows me inside my room. My insides warm at seeing his powerful body strolling through my private space.
Austin continues to the bathroom, where he tugs off his shirt. He reaches in to turn the shower on and strips off everything else. Since he left the door open, I have a front-row seat for the show.
My steps bring me closer, and my hands inch toward the hem of my shirt. I’m soon naked and pulling open the shower door to join Austin. My fingers drag up his chest, sliding through the suds.
I’m dying to touch him, even with my body sore and stiff as it is. Reaching the dimples at his shoulders, my hands trail back down until they brush against his erection. Austin’s eyes roll back, but then he grabs my hand just when I’ve wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft. His voice comes out choked, like a thirsting man begging for a drink. “Marisol. You need to heal.”
“Please. I need to touch you.”
Austin releases my wrist and braces his hands against the shower walls. When I wrap both hands around his length, a long groan spills from his mouth, and his head tips back.
My fingers glide up and down, sliding easily because of the water and soap. My stare bounces back and forth between Austin’s dick and his face, enjoying both views. Soon, Austin’s hips begin pumping greedily into my grip.
He can no longer hold in his moans when I squeeze him tighter. I sit on the bench and direct him to turn. The move passes him beneath the spray, rinsing off his front. The new position also puts him at my mouth.
Dirty curses tumble past his lips as I take him inside. The head hits the back of my throat, and I pull off to swirl my tongue around the tip. When I swallow him down again, Austin grips my head to steady himself.
He’s not going to last much longer. I bob up and down, taking more of him each time. I reach up to cup his balls, gently massaging them. Two seconds later, I hear, “Shit, Marisol.”
Austin pulls my mouth off him and grabs his dick, pumping it furiously as ropes of milky white cum land on my chest. I lean against the wall, ignoring the chill of the cold tile at my back.
Corded arms pull me upright and hold me against Austin’s solid chest. His lips go to my forehead, moving as though speaking in silent promise. His heart thuds in his chest, a frantic rhythm to match my own.
Once the pleasure fades, Austin washes us both like he did last night. I’m barely conscious when he lays me in bed and crawls in behind me, tucking his body tightly against mine.
We’re still like that when I wake in the morning. I open my eyes to see the colors of sunrise painting the sky. Noticing I’m awake, Piper trots over to the bed. “Good morning,” I whisper as she nudges my hand with her snout.
The hand around my ribcage tightens, and soft lips plant scorching, wet kisses on my shoulder. The sexiest morning voice says, “I should go let her out. When we’re back home, we won’t have to worry about it. She can let herself out, and I can do all sorts of wicked things to you when you wake up.”
Austin pulls away, and I roll to my back to watch. He pulls clothes from his bag, and I lick my lips, seeing the fabric slide up his thick thighs and tight ass. That’s when my brain registers what he said.
We’re returning to Virginia today, and Austin assumes I’ll stay with him. Not that I don’t want to. I just hadn’t yet put any thought into full-time arrangements. I haven’t considered anything beyond ensuring my father and I get well.
I’ll need to replace my car soon and find a job. I’ll try my temporary boss to see if she’ll let me come back. If not, I’ll keep looking. As for the living arrangements, I’m not sure. I’ve lived on my own since I was eighteen on campus in California. I also can’t imagine not waking up beside Austin every morning.
I guess we have a lot to talk about.
Climbing out of bed, I hold my breath at the pull of my stitches. The pain isn’t as bad today, and most of the swelling has gone down. All good signs that I’m on my way to mending.
I brush my teeth, pin up my hair, and pull out bags to pack my things. I’m not taking much with me. I’m not taking anything Dario bought. With what little remains, the job is completed quickly, and I gingerly walk downstairs to get some coffee.
Walking into the expansive kitchen, I find breakfast and the four most important men in my life, not to mention my favorite girl.
Austin walks to me, holding a steaming cup prepared as I take it. He kisses my temple, and I lean into him, unconcerned by our audience. As I take the first sip, Austin winds an arm around my shoulders, leading me to the island where Ruiz serves up the last of a large stack of pancakes. “Are you all packed, Cariña?” El Gran asks.
