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He laughed as she did exactly what he said she would do—lifted a little higher, shifted forward, and used her hands to guide his cock where she really wanted it between her thighs. The thick head of his dick settled between her folds, and for a second, she hovered above him like that. It only took his soft chuckle, and then the pull of his hands on her hips to make her drop down on his length.

“Shit,” she mumbled, “yeah, that’s what I wanted.”

Renzo groaned his approval as she seated her body all the way down his length. “Yeah, me too.”

He let her take control, riding him slowly at first with her hands flattened to his chest to give her a sense of stability. It was all an illusion—she had no fucking control or stability where this man was concerned, and certainly not while he was fucking her. But he let her think so. He let her ride him soft and slow, until her body was trembling and she just couldn’t take it anymore. Until her thighs ached from trying to hold back taking him harder and faster.

Until her lungs ached.

Her fingernails dug into his chest.

And she was ready to go crazy again.

Crazy with him, that was.

Renzo didn’t even need her to say anything—he always seemed to know exactly what she needed without her help. In a smooth movement, he had them flipped over on the bed so that she was on her back. He pulled out of her body, rolled her over to her stomach, and slid right back into her clenching sex.

His fist found her hair, yanking hard and pulling tight until her neck was taut, and he could murmur in her ear as he fucked her hard from behind. Each smack of his hips against her ass took her a little higher. And then, without warning, she felt those fingers of his press into the tight hole of her backside. Just the sensation of his fingertips stretching her ass open a little bit was enough to send Lucia flying over the edge.

He pulled out of her then, and she felt him kneel down at the edge of the bed. His hands spread her ass cheeks open while his mouth found her sex. She came while he ate her out from behind, his nose grazing the most sensitive part on her body all the while. That alone was enough to make her come a second time within a minute of the first orgasm.

Then, he was straightening up again, pulling her ass against his body, and shoving his dick in again. She felt like a lake between her thighs—dripping wet and so fucking slick.

She thought … there was no other way she’d want to spend her night.

Nope.

TWELVE

Morning sunlight coming up over San Francisco’s bay was certainly a sight to behold. Renzo, tossing and turning from being in yet another new place, couldn’t seem to let his need to sleep take over. The exhaustion was present—he could feel how tired he was in his fucking bones—but when he closed his eyes, all his mind did was race. He couldn’t seem to shut it off no matter how hard he tried, and God knew he tried. He needed to sleep; knew he had to get some fucking rest, but his body just wouldn’t allow it. Not until he got something figured out for them, and he finally felt like they were safe again.

Maybe he was just asking for too much.

Who knew?

Instead of fighting with his desire to fall asleep and waking Lucia up because of his constant movement, he slipped out of bed around three in the morning and climbed to the top of the roof. She was able to sleep, so why should he wake her up just because he couldn’t? That didn’t seem fair, really. He smoked the last bit of herb he kept stashed in the pocket of his leather jacket because he knew it would settle his mind regardless, and then he watched the sun come up over the bay hours later in the same spot. That was probably the closest he came to falling asleep.

He enjoyed the sight of the colors streaking across the sky—colors he didn’t think he’d ever noticed before, really. Pinks, oranges, and yellows on a backdrop of blue. That right there was enough to calm a person, he thought. Just watching the sunrise, and the painting it made on a brand-new canvas every single morning.

He wasn’t even sure what time it was now.

It didn’t even matter.

“There you are.”

Renzo didn’t even startle at his uncle’s voice coming from behind him. Micheal joined him on the small, rooftop veranda. His uncle didn’t look like he had just spent the entire night playing in a bar, and then several more hours cleaning up. Taking the only other seat at the table, Micheal settled into the chair and looked out to take in the scene alongside Renzo. The two were silent for a long while until Micheal decided to break it.

“I dumped the car,” his uncle murmured. “I know a guy—it’ll be crushed before tonight, so no need to worry on that side of things.”

Renzo chewed on his inner cheek, muttering, “Thanks.”

Micheal offered to take it the night before but only because Renzo admitted it needed to go. He didn’t explain the details, not that it was technically a stolen vehicle or the fact that the guy who gave it to them was now dead. He also didn’t bother to tell his uncle that the people looking for them—Lucia’s family—probably had all the plate details and whatever other info they needed to track the car. He simply said it would have to go, and he only did that as a way of protecting his uncle.

He was helping them out; he didn’t need to get in trouble for it, too.

“How long have you been up?”

“Too long,” Renzo admitted.