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“Thank you.” Her expression is soft, but the heat in her eyes shows appreciation for my bare chest and the tattoos that adorn my flesh. They lower—from my stare to my ink—and a blush stains her cheeks. “I’m very hot...happy...I—”
“I’m up here.”
“Shut up!” The little flower goes to smack my arm, but I wrap her in both of mine and pull us close before lifting so we’re chest to chest. Lips hovering. “This isn’t fair.”
“Not for you.” I kiss her pout, biting the jutted-out lower lip, and pull back. “This is how I always want you.”
“Manhandled?” There’s a bit of breathiness in her tone and once more she looks down toward the edge of my tattoo, licking her lips while following the bold black ink down to where her chest and mine touch. “Roughly taken?”
“Close.”
At that Sol looks up, caging my face between her two small hands. Her thumbs sweep across my jaw. “I can live with that.”
“You have no choice.”
“You sound very sure of yourself.”
“Always.” Pecking her lips twice, I set her down and help tuck the corner of the bedsheet a little tighter. “Now, are you still not hungry?”
“Not yet, but I definitely could use some coffee and...” She trails off then, her head turning around while her mouth drops open. “Wow.” She’s switching between the marijuana plants and my face, another venture I’ve taken on for personal reasons. “That’s a lot of weed, Alejandro.”
A bark of laughter bubbles out and I throw my arm across her shoulders, tucking her into my side while we turn to fully face the field. She’s a breath of fresh air, and I love how her mind works. “That’s your first observation?”
“It is a lot.”
“Have you smoked before, beautiful?”
Her grin is cheeky. “Maybe.”
“Bad girl.” I try to make my expression stern while looking down at her, but the thought of Sol high, happy, and hungry is amusing. It also makes me wonder who popped that cherry under her father’s tight grip. “With whom?”
“Laura bought it from some guy she knows out in—”
“Enough said.” This shouldn’t surprise me either.
The smile drops and her head tilts to the side. “Why did your tone just change? You don’t like her?”
“I’m not a fan of anyone who hurts my girl.”
“She doesn’t mean to. Not really.”
“And yet, Laura continues to put you in dangerous predicaments. I know all about her and Signio, as does most of the country.” Shame flits across her expression before she schools her features into that monotone look that she’s perfected over the years. It pisses me off to watch her shoulders square and the way she takes in a deep inhale and then lets it out slowly; she’s going to excuse their behavior. “Don’t,” I grit out while stepping back and holding a hand up. “If you care about my sanity and their safety, just don’t.”
“Alejandro, they’ve known each other a long time and—”
“She owes you more loyalty than this, Solimar. Laura is selfish and manipulative.”
“Don’t hurt her.” Her, not both and certainly not him.
The sudden sound of a motor catches my attention, and I peck her lips once in answer. It’s not a promise or denial; I refuse to lie when I’d kill anyone who makes her so much as shed a tear. Whoever is driving, though, is getting closer, and no one sees her like this but me so I step back. That, and my men know better than to interrupt unless it’s dire—life or death.
“Please head inside and wait for me there.”
“Is something wrong?” In the blink of an eye, she’s gone from blissful to worried to near frantic, her face growing pale while she begins to wring her hands. “Do you think Dad knows I’m here?”
“No one will harm you, Preciosa. Just give me a few minutes.”
“Okay.” I can see on her face the need for answers but I appreciate the trust to handle it, and before she turns to head back inside, I pull her back against me with a hand on her nape. My grip is tight, and I angle her head back to take those sweet lips in a harsh and quick kiss that leaves her dazed when I pull back.
