“That’s it. Shatter for me, Hermosa.”
I bite down on my arm as my orgasm rips through me, causing my knees to buckle, but Cruz is there to catch me before I sag to the ground, looping his arm under my hips and kissing the side of my neck.
“Jesus. That was so fucking hot.”
I nod, still resting my head against the back of the couch as I fight to catch my breath.
“You did so good staying quiet for me.” Once my legs are under me again, Cruz drops to his knees behind me and shocks the hell out of me by running his tongue along my slit without warning. His hands work my shorts up as he chuckles at the way I shudder at the unexpected assault.
“Warn a girl,” I huff out, pushing up off the back of the couch and turning to face him as he rises from his knees.
“Where is the fun in that?” Cruz pulls me to him, nipping at my bottom lip before slanting his mouth over mine for a kiss.
It’s short-lived, now we’ve actually been gone way too long. On the way back to the party, Cruz ducks into the bathroom and I head back to the game room where everyone is distracted by the Mario Kart battle happening between Hendrix, Poppy, Xavier and Dom.
When Dean saddles up beside me, he’s got a smirk on his face. “Just tell me his bare ass wasn’t on any of my furniture.”
“His bare ass wasn’t on any of your furniture,” I say without taking my eyes off the large projection screen where the intense match up is happening.
“Hmmm . . . Why don’t I believe you?”
I shrug just as Cruz comes back into the room looking content with a serene smile on his face. Dean just shakes his head at him, but it doesn’t matter. Neither of us would change a thing.
Chapter 29
Anniversaries Suck
Present
Sorrow washes over me as soon as I wake up. Even having Delilah wrapped around me like a sexy Koala doesn’t help. My sleep was fractured last night, as I spent most of it tossing and turning, dreading the sunrise because it’s been another year since the accident. After all this time, I still can’t fulfill either of my promises to Jarrett.
I wrap my arms tighter around my beautiful best friend, in awe that I can call her mine now. Careful not to wake her up, I bury my nose in her blonde hair, letting the scent of cinnamon and vanilla ease the ache in my chest. It took me this long to go after what I wanted with Delilah. That doesn’t scream living life to the fullest to me.
Having her this close helps combat the uncontrollable feeling that I’ve let Jarrett down. I’m still no closer to knowing what happened to him than the night coach showed up at my door three years ago.
“Cruz! Wake up, pretty boy. It’s my birthday and we start celebrating now!” Something wet runs down my face. “Let’s go, Hermano. Rise and shine.” Another stream of water hits me. This time on my chest.
I crack an eye open to find Jarrett leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom, water gun in hand, finger posed over the trigger.
“I knew it was a mistake inviting you out for the weekend,” I grumble, tugging the blankets up. I played a late game last night, and it went into extra innings. I’m not ready to be awake yet, but we have places to be this morning. Namely, a surprise brunch with my parents. Jarrett has no idea that they flew in last night and are meeting us this morning. “Okay, I’m up, but put down the weapon or there are no gifts for you.”
Jarrett’s hands shoot up above his head. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would. Where did you even get that thing?” I ask, sliding out of bed.
“Picked up yesterday with some essentials for the weekend.” His lips tilt up in a smirk.
“I’m afraid to ask.” I make my way past him to the shower, only for him to squirt me in the back. “Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be ready for your big day.”
“Estas son las mañanitas, que cantaba el Rey David, Hoy por ser día de tu santo, te las cantamos a ti Despierta, Jarrett, despierta, mira que ya amaneció,Ya los pajarillos cantan,la luna ya se metió.” My mom’s voice rings out from the private room that I rented, which she’s decked out in colorful banners as part of our little celebration today.
“Well, you’re a sneaky fucker, aren’t you?” Jarrett says under his breath, his grin wide making his dimple pop. Where I got two dimples, he only has one on his right side.
“You can thank me later, when you’re stuffed full of mom’s tres leches.”
“If you squeeze me any harder, I might pop,” Delilah says in a tender way that tells me she understands exactly why I’m clinging to her like she’s my only lifeline. “What were you thinking about?”
“Am I hurting you?” I relax my arms, giving her room to push back, but she doesn’t. “Just a memory. Jarrett’s 23rd birthday. It was the last time we were all together.”
