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She pressed a hand to her stomach and nodded.
“Sit, I’ve got stuff in the oven.” I patted the spot next to me on the couch.
“It smells delicious. I think dreams of food woke me up.” She sat with Georgie on her lap.
“Elmer may not have McDonald’s or Taco Bell, but I’ll take Elena Perez’s scratch-made tacos over fast food any day.” I squeezed her bare shoulder, my thumb tracing a small circle on her skin under the strap of her sundress, then headed for the kitchen.
“I’m all for tacos. I’ve not had much Mexican since I got here. Seems like everything is BBQ.”
“Honestly, there are only three food groups in Texas: BBQ, tacos, and steak. Best tacos in Elmer are Elena’s.” I took the foil-wrapped pork and tortillas from the oven.
“Where is her restaurant?” She’d left Georgie on the couch and moved to my kitchen table where I’d started putting out the food.
“She doesn’t have one. You can order direct from her on social media until she runs out. But the best way to get your fix is through her son, Manny.”
“The Manny who works here? The Manny I’ve two-stepped with on more than one occasion?”
“Same one. He’s the hookup.” I texted Manny as soon as I tucked Rae into bed. Day drinking is hungry work. And nothing would be better than tacos after almost too much tequila. Lara said don’t overthink it. Well, I wasn’t. I was going with my gut. My gut said tuck her in bed, take care of her dog, and feed her when she woke up. Then let things progress naturally.
“I can’t believe Manny has been holding out on me. He’s getting an earful next time I see him. So what do we have?” She peeled back the foil on the meat and groaned. The rich scent of cumin and garlic reached my nose and made my mouth water.
“That’s the pork carnitas, homemade tortillas, Elena’s secret salsa, lime wedges, pickled onion, and cilantro.” I pointed to each item. All the condiments came in mason jars you returned to Elena when you got your next order.
“I am so excited about this.” She took a tortilla, set it on her plate, and rubbed her hands together with undisguised glee.
I put a bottle of water in front of each of us and sat down at my place. It hit me then that I’d not had anyone over for dinner here in ages. Man or woman. I’d gone hermit and not even realized it. I’d call and set up dinner with my buddy Jude soon. Steak and whiskey were always a good idea.
“Dig in.”
She didn’t hesitate to grab the tongs for the meat and build her first taco. I followed suit.
Her moan of pleasure at the first bite had me frozen in my seat, my hand poised over the lime wedges, my dick suddenly thinking about getting hard. The sound she’d made over her carnitas was very, very close to the sound she made when I slid inside her. I shook myself and tried to restore blood flow to the big head.
“Good?” I asked when I’d gotten my mind and other things under control.
“Oh. My. Lord. These tacos are my love language.” She mumbled between bites.
“Better than sex?” I paused, head cocked, taco held inches from my mouth for my first bite.
“Regular sex? Yes. Sex with you? Hmm. I need at least a dozen more orgasms from you and a dozen more tacos from Elena before I crown the victor.”
The flash of mischief in her eyes made me want to jump across the table and tickle her. But I had one of the best tacos in Elmer in my hand, so I had to prioritize. Tacos now, Rae later. Hopefully.
“I’m not sure if that’s flattering or not.”
“Totally flattering. These are the second-best tacos I’ve ever had.”
“The best?”
“At Fiesta del Sol in Chicago’s Pilsen neighborhood. It’s a huge block party, and there is a stand that sells tacos al Pastor that are life-changing. They carve it off huge skewers to order. It’s flavored with chilies and pineapple. Delicious. Worth fighting the festival crowds for.”
“I know a place in Fort Worth that makes tacos like that. They are good.” I doused my second taco with some of Elena’s salsa.
“Fort Worth is close to where you grew up, right?” She cocked her head, lining up another bite of taco.
“Closer than Elmer. We were on a big ranch north of Dallas.”
She chewed and swallowed, looking ready to have a food-related orgasm. “Mom and dad?”
