Love in Bloom (De La Fuente Family 3)

“Hey,” Diego shouted to get his attention.

Mateo turned and watched as his brother grinned like an idiot. “No ones around until dinner.”

Diego disappeared around the side of the barn, and he went after his woman who he found curled up on her side on his bed.

Her eyes were closed, her breath shallow as he quietly took off his sneakers and made his way to the bed. As he lay down beside her, the bed dipped, her eyes snapped open.

Erin didn’t seem surprised to find him opposite her, but her sadness was evident with the way her eyes clouded with tears.

“I didn’t tell you that I’d arranged to take her back to the hospital and I should have. You were so out of it that I couldn’t wake you up. I had every intention when I got back of telling you. Explaining.” He smiled and hoped she believed him. “I told her that today was the end that she could drive herself around because I wanted to stay with my girl. That’s how I look at you Erin.”

He caressed her face and continued, “I thought about taking you with me this morning, but then I didn’t want her to pick an argument or something with you. I didn’t want to be with her, I just felt that I had to be because she asked. I’m sorry and I promise that Allie is out of the picture.” He bent and kissed her lips. “I promise, Erin…please say something.”

“I keep taking this shit from you and you keep apologizing, but then I remember that we don’t have a relationship. You don’t have reason to apologize to me. Not really.”

“The hell I don’t.” He was angry and rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. “You have every right. The morning I came all over your hand and pussy gave you the right to need an apology from me. After I made you orgasm with my mouth and you then gave me the best fucking blowjob, that gave you the right.”

He dropped his forehead to hers and waited while he tried to pull himself together because he was seconds from stripping her naked and showing her just why she had the right to an apology from him.

Erin wiggled and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling herself closer to his erection. “I’ll accept your apology, but there won’t be a next time.”

“Damn right there won’t be.” He rubbed against her.

Arched against his body, Erin met his heated gaze. “Make love to me. Make me yours in the true sense of the word.”

His arms shook with his weight at her words and his dick thickened, lengthened, wanting to be rid of the denim separating them.

“I don’t deserve you. I’ve been a jerk,” he sighed between them and stared into her eyes. They were filled with heat but, still, he hesitated. “Are you sure? We can wait if you’re not.”

He prayed like hell she was sure because he ached and wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk until he’d come between her thighs.

That image.

“Get naked.”

He growled at her words and in less than a minute, they were both naked and back in the same position as they were in when Erin had said, get naked.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his pleasure unable to be disguised.

Her beautiful body was laid out under him, her legs loose around his hips and his dick hard and aching while he rocked between her wet pussy lips.

Her wetness coated his shaft and drove him crazy. His flesh twitched and hardened when he bent his head and lapped at her nipples in turn. Erin had large breasts with rock hard nubs that begged for his mouth.

As soon as he clamped his mouth around one, cherry nipple, she started thrashing under him. Her arousal flooded his cock, her fingers dug into his shoulders when she arched as she moaned and groaned in the throes of her orgasm.

“So fucking beautiful,” he panted.

Her eyes drifted open and her fingers lightly trailed from his shoulders, down his chest and abs, causing precum to tingle its way along his length where it released from the slit she tickled with her fingernail.

“I want to come on your cock, Mateo. Now. Please.”

He laughed, which soon turned into a moan as he thrust into her hand. She had magic fingers and if she didn’t stop he’d come before he got inside her.

Capturing her hands in his, he shoved them above her head. “Keep them there.” He met her gaze and saw when she agreed. “Good girl.”

He caressed down her neck with his nose and left feather-like kisses along her collarbone. Beneath him, her body quivered with need. Knowing he was the first person whom she trusted with her body heightened his own arousal.

Between his legs, he felt like a ball of fire was about to explode from between and probably would with how hard he was. As he drifted lower, sampling the roundness of her breasts, he could smell her lust.