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I pull back, grinning when he follows.
He growls at my tease, wrapping his rough hand around the back of my neck and pulling our mouths together once more as he walks me backward to the spare bedroom beneath the stairs. When I hit the closed door, I reach behind me and twist the knob before shoving it open. Romero kicks it shut behind him and presses me against the wall, my hand moving to his slack covered cock, gripping him tightly as he groans into my mouth.
There’s so much to fix between us, so many things that wouldn’t fit in a damn journal, but one thing that’ll never change is how his sounds drive me fucking wild.
He rips at my belt, pulling it open as I do the same to him, both of us sighing when our hands connect with our throbbing cocks.
Looking down, I watch as he strokes me from base to tip, running the pad of his thumb over my slit and rubbing the drop of precum over the top.
I pump into his hand, giving his dick the same attention I receive. When he drops to his knees, I fall against the wall, my eyes rolling back as he licks me, swirling his tongue around the crown before swallowing me down.
My head bangs against the wall when I tip it back, reveling in the feel of being down his throat once more—of knowing that it’s me who gets to be the man who sees this side of him. To witness the side that will bend a knee and worship while still being a fucking king. I grip his hair, letting him swallow me twice before pulling him up and gripping both of our cocks in one hand, stroking us together as I suck on his tongue.
It’s quick and rough, but holds a million unsaid words and emotions when we climax together, our cum mixing over my fist as we shudder against one another.
Our foreheads rest against each other, our breaths rough as aftershocks roll through us. I watch him slide his blue eyes closed, a tear squeezing from the corner of one just as he hides his face in my neck.
So soft that I’m positive I’ve imagined it, I hear the words,te echo.
I miss you…
I don’t know where to go from here. We can’t just go on like nothing happened, like the last five years were just a nightmare, though standing here, with my arm around Romero, it feels as though I’ve finally woken from one.
Still, where do we stand?
There’s no way to pick up where we left off.
Without saying a word, we separate and clean up before I turn for the door, but Romero’s hand on my arm stops me before I can cross the threshold.
He stares at me, no words coming, though I see a million of them in his eyes, the same ones I know are reflected in my own.
“Let’s just play pretend for now, ‘Mero. I can’t take what I want until Marío is no longer a threat to it all.”
I pull free from him and move back out into the living room. I don’t hear him follow me, but I don’t bother to look back either. I glance up the stairs to where I knowBrujais, but I can’t find it in me to face her yet either. My heart bangs slowly in my chest, broken and yearning, but too tired to try right now.
I walk out the front door and head straight to my car, but Romero finally catches me as I open the driver’s door. He kicks it shut, making me sigh and turn to him.
“You can fuck off like you usually do when shit gets real, or you can man the fuck up and face this—”
“Face what, Romero!?” I yell, spreading my arms wide. “Face the fact that I don’t know where to go from here? Or how to go forward, how to skip the hate and sadness to get to the good shit!? Ihavefaced it and I don’t see a fucking way around it!”
I yell into his face, taking a step forward, shoving him back as my temper begs for space.
But this is Romero Herrera. The guy who taught me how to fight, how to kill, how to be who I am.
He shoves me back, not giving two fucks who’s watching as he fists my shirt and presses me against the car with our bodies flush.
“You don’t go around it, over it, or fucking under it. You gothroughit,cabrón.You act like you’re the only one going through tragedy, but you’re not. You walk around with this weight on your shoulders like you have no one else begging to help carry the load.I’mhere, I’mbegging.”
He shoves off me. “But I won’t for long. I realize I still love you, Alvaro. Even through my hate, I fucking loved you, but I will not waste another day chasing you. I will not leave Vicenta behind as I lose myself in you once again. She’s number one to me, as she should be to you.”
I can’t find the words to answer his truths. It has been a long time since I heard Romero Herrera tell me he loves me, and it breaks my heart because I know I still love him too.
He runs a hand through his hair before looking back at the house. “I know you love her as madly as I do, but I will not stand back and watch her chase you down a dead end road. If you can’t man up and face this for yourself, then do it for her, Alvaro. No one but her.”
THIRTY-THREE
VICENTA
