Page 9 of Birdy

“I see that. Still need me to handle that for you?”

Ángel grins and tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth as he nods. “Always,mami.Fucking always.”

Combined with the excitement from Enrique’s, that’s all it takes to spur me on. Clasping his scruffy chin, I place another chaste kiss to his lips and gently push him back into his seat. “Take it out for me, Ángel.”

The man obliges without an ounce of hesitation, pumping it teasingly at my greedy stare once he’s got it freed. Every time he does that, I drool like a bitch in heat. No lie. Vein pornisreal.

Probably looks the same when he grips my hair...

Setting the cash into the cup holders between us, I unlock my phone, end ourstill-goingcall, and open up the camera. Then I slide it into the pocket on the armrest of his door and hit the magical button.

“What are you up to,malita?”That naturally husky voice of his comes out deeper, prompting me to smirk as I grab hold of his length and lick my lips.

I’ll show him a bad girl.

“Giving us both something to look back on while you’re gone.” I flick my gaze up at him as my tongue comes out to tease the ridge of his head. “Now drive away…before we get caught.”

?Delincuente - Farruko & Anuel AA

“Ma!”I yell, softly shutting the door to her house behind me.

It’s not too late, about nine-ish, so I’m not surprised to hear her yell back, “In the kitchen,mi amor!”

Twenty bucks says she’s nuking one of those single-serve cake things. She loves them, which is probably why she’s currently prediabetic.

Ambling through the small living room, I round the corner into the kitchen, and, sure enough, there she is, pulling the mug from the microwave.

“Tell me that’s the first one you’re having today?” I chide, dropping my keys onto the small table.

“El unico.” The only one,she agrees.

Somehow, I doubt that. This woman always has sweets lying around the house. Chocolate bars stuffed in her drawers, pound cakes and cookies littering the small pantry. And when she has nothing else on-hand, she’ll bake anything her sweet tooth desires from scratch. I’d know. I’ve helped her in the kitchen more than Thomas and Noely combined.

Lips curled suspiciously, I place a kiss to her cheek. “Let’s keep it that way, okay? A lifelong condition isn’t worth it.”

“Lo se, mija.” I know.“They’re just so good and so quick,” she explains, popping open the fridge for the can of whipped cream and raspberries.

She eats it the same every time: one chocolate cake packet, a mountain of whipped cream, and a handful of berries.

Not the worst choice, but… “Still not worth it, Ma.” I’m leaned up against the counter, watching her merrily prepare her late-night conquest as if I hadn’t said a word.

She eyes me with a smirk as she covers the top of the mug cake with a dollop of cream. “So, I see you had company last night.”

Shit.My entire body locks up because this conversation is about to spiral from routine to a full-blown argument in the next fifteen seconds. It always does when Ángel is the topic.

“I did, yes.” That’s all I offer—in the most nonchalant tone possible.

My mom hums knowingly, opening one of the drawers for a fork. “He was still here this morning, too,no?”

He sure as hell was, gloriously naked in my bed.“He was.”

Her chocolate brown eyes shift my way, frustration, worry, and disappointment evident in their warm depths. Sighing deeply, she sets her hands to the counter’s edge and bows her head. “Why, Benita? Why him?”

Aaand here we go.

For a man she hasn’t seen more than three times—if that—she doesn’t care for him…at all. She’s practically yelled my ear off about him more times than I can count at this point. The slightest hint I’ve seen him, and she flips her shit.

Every. Single. Time.

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