Stir

I follow behind them as he leads her into the kitchen and I sit back and watch my mother’s look of shock, then genuine welcome. I am logging the reactions, preparing myself for when my day comes.

Everyone comes down today, which to be honest is unusual, but funny. The minute they see a girl sitting at the table my brothers start flirting and trying to make MJ look bad. Mind you they are all doing it in jest, just to be dicks. None of them would ever poach and if MJ is telling us by having her here that she is his one, we would all die to protect her. She is going to be one of us.

My mom is in her element, spoiling and fawning over her. Hell, she's never had daughters. MJ is beaming, stepping back to let my mom make his girl feel welcome. Me, I keep trying to figure out where I know her from.

I hear the conversation happening around me but my head is not in it. It is across the street wondering what my baby is doing right now. Once everyone is done, I load up the dishwasher and run back upstairs to grab my jacket. I walk out my terrace, down the stairs and look up at her window. Noticing the rest of the windows are dark except my baby’s and the one in the living room. So, I wait for the lights to go out. When everything is dark, I climb the trellis and tap on her window. “Alex.” She says my name wistfully like she has been waiting for me.

“Hey baby. Put on some clothes and come out with me.” I demand, not going inside of her room.

“No I can't. I can’t..”

“You can little one. Come out with me.” My cock leaks down my jeans when she bites her lip. Her naturally pink plumper’s is the initial source of every erotic fantasy I have about the two of us. “Come on baby. Come to me.” She blushes before nodding her head.

“Alright. I will come. I need to change. Can you turn around?”

“No can do, Pequeña. I want to see my new favorite treat. Remember last night, when I told you that you were mine to touch, well, you are mine to gawk at. Now put on your clothes.” Something blazes inside of her, like a light switch being flipped. Almost in defiance she looks at me and drops her nightgown. I damn near fall out of the tree. Face plant on the ground below, knocked unconscious by the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

She stands in front of me naked, body so clean and smooth, every inch of her unblemished and hairless beside her head. I see glistening between her legs and my cock is chanting fuck her. Fuck her. Breed her. Hell, I am ready to throw her on her floor and do just that.

She breaks my train of thought and turns to put on some leggings and a sweater. “Is the weather ok or do I need a jacket?” She asks, still not sure she should be doing this.

“It is perfect Pequeña.” Everything is perfect.

CHAPTER 12

What the heck am I doing sneaking out? My father is going to kill me and that is only if he lets me out of the prayer closet. I know better. My entire life I have been taught to resist temptation, but between him and Jezebel on my shoulder, all I want to do is what he tells me too. What does that say about me? That you are done drinking the Kool-Aid. Geesh. She never shuts up.

“Enough with the thinking, Pequeña.” He turns and motions for me to climb on his back. A thrill is running through my blood right now. Not only am I sneaking out and about to be wrapped around him while he traipses the trellis, but I am also going to be alone with him for God knows how long. “Hang on, little spider monkey.” He says before he climbs down like a lion. I feel so small attached to him like this. Eyes closed, head thrown back, I relish in the feel of the night air flowing through my hair, the chill of the wind sending goosebumps down my neck, the awareness of everything I am doing has yet to set in and I am so glad. I want to enjoy this first.

Down on the ground, he grabs my hand and pulls me into him. His heart is beating so fast you would think he just ran a marathon. His grip around me is tight and unforgiving. I would feel suffocated if I didn’t love having his arms around me. “Is everything alright, Alex?” I am asking because we haven’t moved from this spot under my trellis.

“Everything is perfect now that you are in my arms, Pequeña.” His mouth leans into mine and without hesitation or thought I meet him halfway. It is sensual and alerting the way I have become needy for moments like these.