“Sure,” Rey says as she slides out of the car.
We all assemble on the sidewalk, the driver standing between me and Rey. He holds up his phone and grins, taking several shots.
“Oh!” he says, grinning. “How bout a little video of you two saying, ‘we love you, Manny?’”
“Are you…serious?” I ask.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll put it up on Facebook.” He fiddles with his phone and says, “I got it. Say, ‘we love you, Manny, you’re the best Uber driver in Chicago.’”
Rey looks amused, her brows arched, but I have nowhere near the amount of patience that she does tonight. I’m not getting cockblocked by this Uber driver.
“Real quick,” I tell Manny. “We’ll do one take.”
“Could you also do a video message for my mom?”
I shake my head and say, “Dude, it’s late. Start the camera and we’ll do the first thing, but that’s it.”
Rey and I stand together and record his message, and she surprises me by leaning up a little for a kiss at the end. I don’t even feel the cool night air anymore, but I don’t know if it’s from the kiss or the warmth in her eyes.
“That was awesome,” Manny says, punching the air. “Thanks, guys.”
“Have a good night,” I say, taking Rey’s hand and pulling her toward my building.
As soon as the elevator doors close behind us, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against me, cupping her cheek as I kiss her the way I’ve been fucking dying to all night. Her little moans as I ravage her mouth with mine make me want to fuck her against the elevator wall right this second.
The elevator dings and the doors slide open, though, and we tumble out together. I fumble in my pants for my keys, somehow getting the door unlocked, and shoving it closed behind us.
We waste no time, her tugging off the pieces of my tux as I slide the zipper of her dress down. It drops to the floor and reveals something that looks like a one-piece swimsuit beneath.
“Fucking Spanx,” she breathes, sliding the straps down from her shoulders.
I slip off my shoes and step out of my pants and boxers as I watch her wiggle her way out of the Spanx, both turned on and amused by her at the same time.
She looks like a goddess, all curves and smooth, sexy skin. But the firebrand I’ve grown so fond of is still there, cursing the heels and Spanx she’s kicking her way out of.
Finally, Rey stands before me in nothing but tiny white panties, her full, round breasts more perfect than I ever even imagined. Her gaze roams over my body, her lips curving up with satisfaction when she gets to my crotch.
“Wow,” she murmurs.
I arch a brow and reach a hand around her hip, sliding my other hand beneath her panties and pulling them down her legs. Once she’s standing naked before me, I kiss her gently, cupping one of her breasts and rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She whimpers. I love the sound of it, so I pinch down slightly to elicit another one. Then I lower my head and take her dark, round nipple between my lips, licking and sucking as she winds her hands into my hair.
Rey’s not the least bit self-conscious, and that turns me on. She doesn’t turn away when I look, or get shy as I drop to my knees and slide my hand up one thigh, parting the slick, wet lips of her pussy.
Her loud moan is hot as hell. I had a feeling Rey would be vocal, and she definitely is. As I stroke her and kiss her inner thigh, she pulls on a fistful of my hair and rolls her hips toward me.
I replace my fingers with my mouth, and she gasps hard. I lick and suck, building up her pleasure, but easing off as soon as she gets close. The first time she comes, I want to be inside her.
I stand and she inhales sharply as I wrap my hands around her ass to lift her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist.
Her hands tug at my hair as she kisses me hungrily. I carry her into the bedroom, somehow managing to not run into any walls, and she stays wrapped around me as I lay her down on the bed.
“I’m on birth control,” she says. “So you don’t have to—”
I’m inside her before she can finish that thought, groaning loudly as I sink directly into heaven.
“Oh, god,” she moans. “More, more, more.”
I hook an arm beneath her knee and push her leg up, thrusting into her in a hard, fast rhythm. She’s so tight and wet, and it’s been so goddamn long for me. I have to force myself to keep it together until she comes.
She’s so stunning beneath me, her hair fanned out on the bed and her breasts bouncing. And her expression is the sexiest of all. The way her lips are parted and she’s panting—I know this will be a sexual fantasy of mine for a very long time.
“Harder,” she begs, and I oblige.
She cries out with pleasure as I thrust into her, the sound of our skin slapping together mixed with our moans.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop, I’m about to come.”
My body tenses as I fight to hold on as she climaxes, a combination of groans, moans and swear words slipping from her mouth.
“Rey,” I say, feeling the rush of my own climax hitting me fast and hard.
I feel it in every inch of my body, closing my eyes to fully feel the intensity of it. I never thought I’d have that feeling again—the overwhelming bliss of sex with the one woman I want most in the world.
I gently pull out and roll over to my back, catching my breath as she curls into my side. I kiss her temple and she says, “Why haven’t we been doing that this whole time?”
“Because you thought I was too pretty.”
Her laugh is warm against my chest. “I can admit when I’m wrong. But, when I said that, you should have just told me what you’ve got going on as far as dick size.”
“Is that all it takes? A big cock and you’re in?”
“More like a big cock and you’re in,” she quips, kissing my chest. “And no. I haven’t been with anyone in a couple years.”
“Why not?” I ask, surprised. Rey could have her pick of men. Anywhere, anytime.
“I stay focused on work.”
“I’m glad you unfocused tonight,” I say. “And I hope you’ll do it more often.”
“I think I could be persuaded.”
She lifts her head to kiss me, her soft hair brushing my chest. Even though I just came, it only takes a few minutes of kissing and touching for me to be ready for her again.
When Rey slides on top of me and sinks down onto my cock, I groan and grab her ass with both hands, tilting her hips until I’m all the way inside her. She doesn’t need my help, though. Rey grabs the top of the wood headboard behind us and rides me, her tits bouncing above my face.
As she builds toward her next climax, I hope to hell she’s got the energy to go for a long time tonight. Because I’ll never get my fill of this.
Chapter Seventeen
Reyna
“Holy shit,” Jonah says as he reads the text that came in on his phone during the drive to his parents’ house in Highland Park. “Darren Shields just invited us to his place in Malibu for the weekend.”
My heart rate speeds up in excitement. This is exactly what I was hoping for.
“This weekend?” I ask.
“Yeah. He says his plans changed at the last minute and if we want, we can go with him on his jet to Malibu tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, good.”
My mind sifts through the possibilities. That’s a long time to have to kiss Shields’ ass and try to secure the invite I really want—to his compound. But I’ll do whatever it takes.
Jonah looks over at me. “So do we need to…?” His voice trails off, likely because he’s not sure it’s safe to finish the question.
“Sounds like we need to pack tonight. I mean, if you can go.”
“Yeah, I think we should. We can just cancel on the party at Luca’s house.”
“Are you sure?”
Jonah and I were planning to go to a Friendsgiving dinner at Luca
and Abby’s tomorrow, which is apparently an elaborate affair every year. I could tell he was looking forward to it. Since first sleeping together a few weeks ago, we’ve fallen into a happy routine of being together as much as possible. Our relationship may be fake, but my attachment to Jonah has become very real.
“Definitely,” he assures me. “We need to do this instead.”
I nod, wrapping my hands around the casserole dish in my lap, filled with homemade mac and cheese and wrapped up in a dish towel.
“You ready to meet the whole crew?” Jonah asks me.
“I think so.”
“They’re super nice,” he tells me for the third time. “They’re just sometimes a little much.”
“Ha. If you could have met my grandmother, you’d know she’s the definition of much.”
Jonah gets out of the car and walks around to my side to open the door, asking, “Did she cook a big spread for turkey day?”
“The biggest. Every surface in the kitchen would be covered with something she cooked or baked.”
“What was your favorite thing that she made?”
He opens the back seat passenger door of his car and takes out a basket of Christmas greenery and flowers he ordered from a florist for his mom. Last night he cleared out his fridge so he could store the basket arrangement in there to, and these were his exact words, “keep it from getting droopy.” He wanted it to look perfect when he gave it to his mom today. I never knew it was possible to get hit in the feels by how incredibly sweet a man could be until I knew Jonah West.
“I know it’s a boring answer, but I have to go with her mashed potatoes and gravy,” I say.
“You can’t beat mashed potatoes and gravy.” Jonah grins as he gestures at the casserole dish. “Want me to carry that for you?”
“Nah, I’ve got it.” I give him a panicked glance as we approach the double wood front doors to his parents’ house. “Ben and Carol, right?”
“Yep.”
Their home is a brick ranch, the yard well maintained. There are about a dozen cars parked here, between the driveway and the street in front. At the front door, I notice a welcome mat that has a turkey holding a sign that says ‘Give Thanks’ and I suddenly feel nervous.
This is foreign territory for me. After my mom died and my dad went to jail, I grew up in a small apartment with my grandma. Her sisters, their families and our neighbors would all come eat with us on holidays, but I was always aware that I was different from my friends at school. I didn’t have a dad carving up a turkey while my mom pulled pumpkin pie from the oven. My grandma mostly made Cuban food for holidays, with a few American dishes sprinkled in.
I mentally scold myself for my nerves. I’m a federal agent, for fuck’s sake. I’ve been in life-threatening situations many times, so why am I so freaked out by Thanksgiving with Jonah’s family?
Because I really like him. And I want his family to like me, too.
* * *
Jonah
“Renee, welcome!” my mom says as she opens the front door. “We’re so happy to have you here, come on inside.”
She leads Rey inside, taking the dish from her hands and passing it off to one of my aunts as family members crowd into the foyer to get a look at my new girlfriend. Mom embraces her and barely spares me a glance, calling out, “hi, honey” over her shoulder as she takes Rey into the kitchen.
“How’d you get such a pretty woman to go out with you?” my dad teases as he hugs me.
“Dumb luck, I guess.”
“Come on in, we’re in the family room,” he says, taking my coat.
The family room is crowded with my aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins, all of them greeting me with hugs and my aunts kissing my cheek. The kids are playing out back in the sunroom, but their laughter spills into the family room.
“Is Logan in there with the kids?” I ask my dad.
“He is. They can’t resist the chance to play cops and robbers with an actual cop.”
I go back to the sunroom and see Logan lying face down on the floor, four of our cousins’ kids on top of him.
“You’re under arrest!” six-year-old Carter yells, pulling Logan’s arm up into the air.
“You guys got me. You can stop smashing my bones into the ground,” Logan grumbles.
Eight-year-old Julia is standing on a couch, about to body-slam my brother.
“No talking, bad guy!” she yells as she takes flight.
I just stand back, amused, as she elbows Logan’s back and lands hard on top of him.
“Oof, Julia. Okay, guys, we need to have a talk about the proper way to take a suspect into custody,” Logan mutters, shaking the kids off him and getting to his feet.
“Looks like resisting arrest to me,” I say. “I think you guys should tase him.”
The kids reach for their Nerf guns and Logan makes a big ‘T’ with his arms.
“Timeout, guys,” he says. “The robber needs a break.”
“Aw, that’s not fair,” Carter grumbles.
“You suck, Uncle Logan,” four-year-old Tate says.
“Really?” Logan looks at him, brows arched. “Do you want your dad to know you said that?”
“No!” Tate drops the Nerf gun to the ground. “I’m sorry. Please don’t tell my dad.”
Logan pretends to think about it. “You’ve got to give me seven laps around the house.”
“Okay.”
Tate nods and takes off out the door and the other kids follow.
“How are you, man?” Logan asks, reaching out to shake my hand.
“Can’t complain.”
“You’ve been playing well. Anything to do with your new girlfriend?”
I shrug, no longer feeling like I’m playing along when I talk about Rey being my girlfriend.
“She’s pretty great,” I say.
Logan’s lips turn up in a knowing smile. “So things are going well between you guys?”
“Very well.”
He breaks into a full grin. “I’m happy for you. You deserve it.” He looks around and says, “I thought you were bringing her with you today.”
“I did. Mom swiped her as soon as we walked in the door.”
Logan groans and says, “Hell, dude. You can’t leave her alone in there with the vultures. Mom and her sisters are better interrogators than I am. Go save her.”
“Yeah, I should. I’ll leave you to your playtime.”
“These kids are brutal, man. And they never get tired. Ever.”
He flops down in a chair and takes his phone out. I laugh as I leave him to his few minutes of peace, glad it’s him and not me. Our cousins’ kids have always considered us their uncles, and they like that we play with them at family gatherings, but today I need to stick with Rey.
I never had to worry about bringing a woman home for the first time; my parents knew Lily from the time we were in grade school. They were as devastated by her death as I was. She was like a daughter to them.
“You just enjoy your drink and don’t worry about a thing,” my mom is saying to Rey when I walk into the kitchen.
“I can enjoy the drink and help with something,” Rey says. “What can I do? Peel potatoes?”
I approach Rey from behind and wrap my arms around her waist, saying, “Great idea, I’ll help,” as I kiss her neck and hold her close.
“You guys make such a cute couple,” my Aunt Lo says with a happy sigh.
“Can you keep your hands off her long enough to peel potatoes?” my mom asks, smiling at us.
“Maybe.” Rey leans her head back against my shoulder as I say, “Usually she’s the one with her hands all over me. She’s just on her best behavior around you guys.”
Rey laughs and elbows me in the ribs. “Lies. Don’t believe a word he says.”
“You grabbed my butt while we were in line at the farmer’s market the other day,” I say playfully.
She didn’t. I just like making her squirm because I know how nervous she was about meeting my
family. I also know my family, and they wouldn’t care where or when Rey grabbed me as long as she makes me happy.
“What?” Rey turns to look up at me, noting the smirk on my face. “You’re living in a dreamworld, pookie.”
“Pookie?” I quirk a brow at her.
She looks at my mom and explains. “He loves it when I call him my pookie wookie.”
My mom laughs and says, “Well, that’s adorable.”
“She loves it when I call her my hot tamale,” I lie, eager to get her back. “Or honey pot. Baby girl. Sweet cheeks.”
“Okay,” Rey says, placing a hand over my mouth, “let’s get to work on those potatoes.”
She steps out of my arms and glares at me briefly before laughing, unable to maintain her stern expression. We stand on opposite sides of the island, peeling potatoes in silence but communicating volumes with our eyes.
Goddamn, she’s pretty. Beautiful. When I look at her full pink lips, all I can think about is kissing her. Her hair is pulled back in something she called a chignon, a few dark strands loose around her face, and I want to tug it loose and get my hands into those long, thick locks.
She’s coming home with me tonight. We don’t even have to talk about it; I already know. Her roommate is staying with his parents this weekend for the holiday, and I’m looking forward to having Rey by my side for the next several days.
And nights. Our sexual chemistry is off the charts. Rey is confident in bed. She tells me what she wants and isn’t afraid to take charge on occasion, and it’s sexy as hell.
I feel a familiar stab of guilt for feeling this way about Rey. We’re almost done peeling the mountain of potatoes my mom gave us, and as Rey moves them into a big steel pot to cook, I step out to the front porch to get some air, sitting down on the steps.
My mom is right on my heels, asking, “Everything okay, honey?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
She closes the door behind her and says, “No, you aren’t.”
Sitting down beside me, she asks, “Is it harder than you thought it would be, introducing someone new to your family?”
It’s uncanny how she can read my thoughts. I nod and she rests a hand on my back. We sit in silence for a little while before she says, “Lily would really like her, you know.”
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