Cruz (Hot Shots 2)

“There’s always the shower. We’ll get creative, as long as you can stay quiet.” That’s been hard even now. How we’ll get through the weekend with our home being overtaken by both sides of the family, I don’t know.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, let me grab the little munchkin. Not sure when you moved the baby monitor out here, but that was smart.” Luna hasn’t figured out yet that I’ve added two more monitors. There was one in our bedroom, and that was it. Now there’s one in the kitchen and one in the living room. If I could find an outdoor one, I’d have one out here too.

“Regresa a mi, mi diosa.” Come back to me, my goddess. She’s been working on her Spanish, and by the softness in her body, I can tell she’s figured out exactly what I said.

“Getting better?” I ask. She nods.

“Rosetta Stone in between clients. Thank goodness for the audio version.”

“It won’t be long, and you’ll be responding to me.”

“Te amo, mi amor.” She’s at the threshold of the sliding glass door when I respond, “Yo tambien te amo, mi diosa.” I lean back in my seat after she leaves to get Sailor and look up at the sky, thankful to be with Luna and Sailor.

Epilogue

Luna

One Year Later

To say this past year has been a whirlwind would be putting it lightly. Mateo’s swimmers certainly work too, considering a month after the surfing competition, the same symptoms I had with Sailor appeared overnight—morning sickness, swollen and tender breasts. One test confirmed it. It also put us in a tailspin to get the house remodeled and our wedding planned. I put my foot down on a couple of things, including living in our house while they were working on it. And don’t get me started on where the money came in. It kept getting more and more expensive. Every time the contractor came in, it was a thousand dollars here, a thousand dollars there. Which is why Mateo demanded we put a sizable nest egg away from the whole River Harris debacle. He couldn’t countersue. Mateo’s legal team definitely put together a solid contract when he was competing. There were also a few other things that went down while River was his manager that didn’t come to light until I had to give my deposition. Let’s just say this wasn’t River Harris’s first time doing this.

Thankfully, the Wet Spot had a perfectly good studio apartment. Mateo soon found out that pregnancy and my attitude change were the real deal. The only thing that kept me happy and complacent were the copious amounts of orgasms he gave me, which I returned as well because watching him come undone with my mouth, hand, or when I’m riding him, there is absolutely nothing better. That’s why, when I’m awake in the middle of the night like I am right now, I know Mateo woke up with Carolina when she was ready for her feeding.

How do I know that? Mateo is between my legs, eating me like he’s starved, and I’m reaping the benefits of it. I move the covers out of my way, wanting to see him.

“Oh God, right there.” His lips are on my clit, sucking it while two of his fingers are thrusting deep inside me, knowing exactly what it takes to get me there. It’s been a year tonight that we’ve been married. Mateo surprised me with dinner and dancing. Everything was planned out. Mari was here after I got ready, and he whisked us away. We came home to both Sailor and Carolina asleep. That’s when Mateo wrung me dry. I gave him a gift that we somehow always manage to save for special occasions, him taking my ass. I thought for sure we’d both be done for the night. Apparently, he’s not though, not with the way my body is trembling, hips moving, and I know if I don’t put the pillow over my face regardless that we’re downstairs and the kids are upstairs, I’ll wake them up.

“Mi diosa,” he moans against my center, causing my body to lock. I grab the pillow beside me, biting down on it. Mateo doubles up on his effort, and I come so hard I swear stars are shining brightly behind my closed eyelids. He doesn’t stop, not even when my body is boneless. Instead, he tries to build me back up. It’s his turn, though, and I let him know just that when I throw the pillow from my face, twist my hips to move him to his back. I know Mateo is allowing this with the way he’s now beneath me, and I’m slithering down his body, licking along my way.

“It’s my turn.” After our last round, we made it into the shower, cleaned up, and then I fell asleep with my head on his chest, legs tangled together. He worked me hard. Now, it’s time for me to return the favor.