The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(81)

“Like now.”

She nodded and caressed his hair again as she agreed, “Like right now.”

“I missed you, chica.” He groaned and leaned down to press his face against the line of her *. Then he spread her with his fingers and whispered against the tender flesh, “So much.”

Katie moaned and tossed her head back when he sucked on her clit. The pleasure washed over her like a wave, taking away months of stress and tension. She dug her heels into the center of his back, wrapping herself around him as she just gave in to all of it. The feel of his tongue against her. The stretch of his fingers when he slipped them inside her. The way the ecstasy coiled in the pit of her stomach, making her moan and gasp and bite her lip in fear of his aunt hearing them.

“No.” He pulled away long enough to look up at her. “The house is too far. Let me hear. I need it.”

Marcos dropped his head back down before she could respond.

“God!” she shouted when he sucked on her clit again.

Then she just let herself go, allowing him to hear what his mouth did to her body. She used her hold on his hair to press him closer to her when she came so hard her legs shook and her * clenched around his fingers over and over again.

It happened quickly, but she wasn’t surprised by it.

Lots of things in the fast lane hit hard and quick. Bad things, as well as good things, like falling in love with the last person in the world one would ever expect to need so desperately a move across the country was worth just the chance of capturing it. The only way to survive it all was to grasp the good things when they showed up and wring them dry for as long as life would allow it.

Marcos reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, when Katie’s hold on his hair eased, and she dropped her legs back to the bed in satiated exhaustion. He licked at her tits again, as if he couldn’t get enough of them, as he pushed his jeans and underwear past his ass, freeing his cock so that she felt it, hard and warm between her thighs when he surged up and kissed her.

She kissed him back, licking at his lips, tasting herself on him.

She wrapped her legs around Marcos once more, and he understood the invitation. He took Katie hard, making her gasp out loud at the feel of his thick cock stretching her, this time with nothing between them.

“Co?o.” He groaned, and Katie felt him shudder in her arms. “Ay Dios mio, chica. This feels—”

“Yeah,” she agreed as she arched her back, taking him as deeply as she could. “Have you ever—”

“Never.” He sounded breathless with it. “We are never using condoms again. Holy shit.”

“You better be faithful, then.”

“Always.” Marcos caressed her face and ran a thumb over her bottom lip until she blinked up at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded with pleasure as he stared down at her and said, “I promise.”

“Okay.”

She ran her hands up the warm, rippling muscles of his back and threaded her fingers in his hair. She pulled him down, letting him hide in the curve of her neck as he lay there, as if needing to just feel her around him.

She didn’t question it, though she knew others might not understand.

But Katie knew to an OG, a promise was everything.



Marcos lay on his side, caressing Katie’s long hair that was spread out on his pillow as she slept. Her features looked serene, peaceful; that little smile was tugging at her lips like he remembered.

He could tell her dreams were nice.

Only this time, he was wondering if maybe she might share them with him, if somehow she could teach him how to sleep peacefully as easily as he could teach her Spanish.

He wasn’t sure.

But he did wonder if maybe she had been right, that two negatives really did make a positive, because he liked the way she looked in his bed. He liked that he had her close and didn’t have to worry about all those pendejos in Garnet hurting her anymore.

There were pendejos here, lots of them, but at least Marcos knew he could handle a few Miami pendejos. He’d been doing it this long. Why not for something that mattered?

Hopefully Marcos’s mother really was watching over him. If she was, she would surely watch Katie too, because he honestly didn’t believe he would survive losing her again. As long as they did something with it, maybe it would last until Marcos could go into the ground old and gray with nietos that had Katie’s kind eyes.

Chuito could be the baller.

He was always so much better at it anyway.

Thinking of his cousin, Marcos rolled over and leaned down to grab his jeans off the floor. He pulled them on and then fished for his phone that was still in his pocket.

He let himself out and breathed in the hot, humid air. He looked at the screen of his phone, seeing a text from Chuito from a few hours earlier.

11:30 p.m.

Nothing to say to me???

He smiled and called him rather than text back.

Chuito answered on the second ring. “?Hola?”

“What do you think I’m going to say to you?” he asked in Spanish.

“I have no idea.” Chuito snorted, sounding amused. “With you, it’s anyone’s guess.”

Marcos was quiet as he considered that. He hadn’t thanked his cousin for getting him out. He couldn’t, not when he knew what he’d done to make it happen. He hadn’t thanked him for the auto body shop either, because, Lord knew, he worked his ass off for it, and Chuito was still getting a cut.