“Who the fuck cares?” He shrugged. “Let’s shower and then head the fuck back out.” I bit my lip when he rubbed my pussy whilst kissing my lips.
“Sounds like a plan… fuck, Alejandro…” I whimpered, forcing myself back.
“We’ll continue tonight…”
He delivered a sharp tap to my ass before standing up and carrying me to the bathroom. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling content. The pleasant ache between my legs felt good, a feeling I relished in.
He placed me down in the shower and turned it on. I watched him, admiring every angle of his sexy god-like body. Goddess, I could never stop admiring him. It was like it was the first I was seeing him…
I tilted my head, frowning. The first time I saw him… how did we first meet anyway? My heart thumped as he began to soap my body as I stood there frozen. Why couldn’t I remember? I racked my brain, trying to remember the oldest memory of Alejandro I had, but there was nothing. I was drawing a hazy blank…
There were no memories of our first kiss… our first conversation…
What on earth was going on?
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Alejandro
Ever since the shower, Kiara seemed quieter. I had let out all my fucking pent-up emotions, fucking that pussy of hers with everything I had and fucking enjoying every moment, but then I didn’t know what the fuck happened. We were okay up until we showered. She had selected a white high-neck dress to cover all the marks I had left on her neck and pulled her wet hair into a messy bun, but I could tell she was completely preoccupied.
We headed downstairs and entered the kitchen as she began to take the ice cream stuff out.
“You fucking okay?” I asked, trying not to look at her ass in that dress.
She looked over her shoulder at me, a natural pout on those plump lips of hers that looked a tad fucking sore, and she gave me a smile, nodding.Yeah… there’s something bothering her…
“Babe, could you grab me a tray?”
“Which cabinet?”
“I’ll get it, Luna,” Claire said as she entered the kitchen with a tray of glasses and an empty jug. My eyes didn’t leave Kiara’s as she gathered several things onto the tray before she picked it up and smiled as her eyes met mine.
“Shall we?”
I held the door open for her, kissing her lips as she passed me before we both walked to the garden. Questioning Kat… I didn’t think I’d ever be fucking ready for something like this, and I’d questioned adults andkids countless fucking times in my life.
The twins were on the swings, whilst the Westwood devil was hanging upside down in one of the trees, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes staring blankly ahead, and a creepy as fuck smile on her face as Dante sat on the bench with Scarlett and Elijah. Scarlett glanced up when we approached, a smirk crossing her lips as she looked at her daughter knowingly whilst I walked over to the swings. Kataleya looked a little distracted, and once again, I saw that same piece of fabric in her hands.
“Daddy, push me!” Skyla asked. I obliged, pushing both girls slowly.
“Faster, Daddy, we aren’t scared,” Skyla complained.
“I got ice cream, kids!” Kiara called.
“I’m a bat. I can’t come down,” Azura whispered. I glanced at her, and she smiled, looking even creepier than before. Kiara smiled back at her.
“Okay, then tell me what you want, and I’ll put it on your cone or in a bowl for you.”
“A cone will do for a bat,” Azura replied.
“You are so weird,” Dante remarked.
“That’s no way to speak to your aunt,” Azura retorted, glaring at her nephew.
“You are not my aunt.”
“Am too, pup,” she retorted. Dante glared at her with pure irritation.
