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know you want a family. You’re good at that commitment thing, and you get all
soft in the head around kids.”
Oscar crossed his arms. “I would never push her into
anything, Diego.”
“I know that. I love you both, but don’t compromise what you
want out of life, because she might never want what you want. She and I are a
lot alike you know.”
“Minus the juggling half a dozen friends with benefits
thing.”
Diego hunched one shoulder and grinned. “Right. Minus that.”
Oscar let his gaze drift down the street, empty and mostly
dark except for a few lit porches here and there. Something that had been clear
for far longer than he was willing to admit seemed to settle deep into his
bones and spread through his body, rich and warm.
“I want Eva.” He looked at Diego, as sure as he’d ever been
about anything. “Whatever else that does or does not include is icing.”
Diego pushed off his car and hugged Oscar again. “Good
luck,” he said with a chuckle. “Just give me a heads-up when you decide to tell
my family so I can make sure I steer clear of the madness for a while.”
And with that he released Oscar, got into his car and drove
away.
Oscar was still standing in the driveway a couple of minutes
later, still trying to get his head around everything Diego had said, when
Eva’s arms slipped around his waist from behind and she pressed her warm body
to his back.
“How did that go?” she asked, her nose and mouth touching
his shoulder.
“He wished me good luck,” he told her.
“Asshole,” she muttered, with no small amount of affection.
Oscar turned in her arms until they were face-to-face. “I’m
not going to just drop everything and take off to Chicago,” he assured her,
drawing her close to his body, his desire for her hot, instant and greedy.
She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his
mouth.
“I know,” she sighed, tightening the hold she had on his
waist. “I know,” she repeated, and turned her face up to his. “Take me to bed,
Oscar,” she whispered.
“Or I have a new porch swing we could break in,” he
suggested. It was shielded from the street on two sides by wide trellises that
were thickly covered with morning glory and hidden deep in shadow at that time
of night.
Her fingertips dug into his back and she made a soft, erotic
humming sound that went straight to his cock. “Even better.”
Chapter Seven
With his arms still around her, Oscar walked Eva backward to
the front porch. He didn’t kiss her, didn’t say anything, just maneuvered her
where he wanted her, those eyes holding hers hostage. When they reached the two
steps that led to his porch, he picked her up and carried her to the swing,
which was indeed very well hidden.
He lowered her onto the cushioned seat of the swing and she
ran her hands up his arms and shoulders, laced her fingers behind his neck.
“Shouldn’t you be the one sitting?” She bounced a little,
making him smile. “The seat’s kind of low for you to fuck me standing up.”
He caught her face in his hands and the world swam as he
took her mouth with deep, easy possessiveness. God it was good, that lush mouth
of his, moving slowly over hers, his tongue sliding in and out with the promise
of how good it was going to be when he got down to actually fucking her.
“I’m not going to fuck you from here,” he said, releasing
her to open the buttons on her shorts. “I just want to taste you,” he added,
and slid the hot tip of his tongue along her lower lip.
“Well then.” She raised her hips so help him get her shorts
off. “By all means.”
It was odd, being naked from the waist down. Outside. On a
front porch in what was outwardly a respectable middle-class neighborhood. Odd
but dirty and not a little taboo. And thrilling as fucking hell.
Oscar deepened the kiss, gripped her hips and pulled her ass
to the edge of the seat. Her head fell back as he stood, their mouths still
locked together. Reflexively, Eva
know you want a family. You’re good at that commitment thing, and you get all
soft in the head around kids.”
Oscar crossed his arms. “I would never push her into
anything, Diego.”
“I know that. I love you both, but don’t compromise what you
want out of life, because she might never want what you want. She and I are a
lot alike you know.”
“Minus the juggling half a dozen friends with benefits
thing.”
Diego hunched one shoulder and grinned. “Right. Minus that.”
Oscar let his gaze drift down the street, empty and mostly
dark except for a few lit porches here and there. Something that had been clear
for far longer than he was willing to admit seemed to settle deep into his
bones and spread through his body, rich and warm.
“I want Eva.” He looked at Diego, as sure as he’d ever been
about anything. “Whatever else that does or does not include is icing.”
Diego pushed off his car and hugged Oscar again. “Good
luck,” he said with a chuckle. “Just give me a heads-up when you decide to tell
my family so I can make sure I steer clear of the madness for a while.”
And with that he released Oscar, got into his car and drove
away.
Oscar was still standing in the driveway a couple of minutes
later, still trying to get his head around everything Diego had said, when
Eva’s arms slipped around his waist from behind and she pressed her warm body
to his back.
“How did that go?” she asked, her nose and mouth touching
his shoulder.
“He wished me good luck,” he told her.
“Asshole,” she muttered, with no small amount of affection.
Oscar turned in her arms until they were face-to-face. “I’m
not going to just drop everything and take off to Chicago,” he assured her,
drawing her close to his body, his desire for her hot, instant and greedy.
She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his
mouth.
“I know,” she sighed, tightening the hold she had on his
waist. “I know,” she repeated, and turned her face up to his. “Take me to bed,
Oscar,” she whispered.
“Or I have a new porch swing we could break in,” he
suggested. It was shielded from the street on two sides by wide trellises that
were thickly covered with morning glory and hidden deep in shadow at that time
of night.
Her fingertips dug into his back and she made a soft, erotic
humming sound that went straight to his cock. “Even better.”
Chapter Seven
With his arms still around her, Oscar walked Eva backward to
the front porch. He didn’t kiss her, didn’t say anything, just maneuvered her
where he wanted her, those eyes holding hers hostage. When they reached the two
steps that led to his porch, he picked her up and carried her to the swing,
which was indeed very well hidden.
He lowered her onto the cushioned seat of the swing and she
ran her hands up his arms and shoulders, laced her fingers behind his neck.
“Shouldn’t you be the one sitting?” She bounced a little,
making him smile. “The seat’s kind of low for you to fuck me standing up.”
He caught her face in his hands and the world swam as he
took her mouth with deep, easy possessiveness. God it was good, that lush mouth
of his, moving slowly over hers, his tongue sliding in and out with the promise
of how good it was going to be when he got down to actually fucking her.
“I’m not going to fuck you from here,” he said, releasing
her to open the buttons on her shorts. “I just want to taste you,” he added,
and slid the hot tip of his tongue along her lower lip.
“Well then.” She raised her hips so help him get her shorts
off. “By all means.”
It was odd, being naked from the waist down. Outside. On a
front porch in what was outwardly a respectable middle-class neighborhood. Odd
but dirty and not a little taboo. And thrilling as fucking hell.
Oscar deepened the kiss, gripped her hips and pulled her ass
to the edge of the seat. Her head fell back as he stood, their mouths still
locked together. Reflexively, Eva
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