Page 166 of Outspoken

“And Miguel will always choose me over everything else in this world. I am his breath and happiness and everything that lights his soul on fire.”

I swallow, my voice growing quiet. “I’m not saying that.”

Kissing my cheek, he continues, “He loves me exactly as I am, baggage and all. And he’ll love the person I am in the future, especially if I keep letting him cook me dinner and wake up beside me.”

I fist his shirt, fighting that voice in my head that says I don’t deserve this—that I don’t deserve Miguel. I challenge the voice because I do. I deserve love and to be accepted as I am. All I want is to give every ounce of my love to him in return.

“I love you,” he says, pulling my attention back to his inviting brown eyes. “You love me?”

“Yeah. Too much.”

“Then let’s be happy for eternity, mi amor.”

I hug him, letting his love wash over me and cleanse my doubts, filling me with what I can only describe as sunshine. Then I clear my throat, pushing him away. “Okay. You’re making me feel all sappy and Ihatefeeling sappy. I need something to counterbalance this. Like, be rough with me or something. Use some cuss words. You get too poetic and intense.”

We’re next to Brody’s car so he spins me around into the driver’s side door. I gasp as he presses my chest against the window, grinding his hips into my ass.

“Rough?” he asks, lowering his voice so it’s raspy against me ear. “One week and you missed me fucking you this much?”

My breath hitches.Great change of subject.“Maybe.”

Snaking his fingers in my hair, he tugs, making me gasp again as my head snaps back. “Well,” he says, “let’s get Jackie out of the house so we can—”

“Everything okay, Amber?” Frank calls from across the street, stepping off his porch. He’s holding a baseball bat because I told him he’s too intimidating with guns out all the time.

“Yeah,” I call back, shoving Miguel off me. “Yeah, this is my fi—”

“Hi,” Miguel cuts in, charging forward. “I’m Amber’s husband. I’ve been wanting to meet you.”

“Oh my god,” I groan. “You arenotmy husband yet! You’re barely a fiancé and if you keep this up you’re getting demoted.”

Ignoring me, he hurries to shake Frank’s hand more enthusiastically than Frank is prepared for.

I follow after Miguel, unable to stop from smiling at my lovable dork.

THREE MONTHS LATER

MIGUEL’S TONGUE IS HALFWAY DOWN my throat as we sit in his new truck. I’m completely here for it, loving every second. The windows are tinted and the shades are up, so he lowers his thumb to graze a nipple, confident no one can see.

I moan against his mouth. We didn’t plan on sucking each other’s faces while waiting for Angel, but it just kind of happened. Miguel started flirting like he always does. Then I started flirting back and saying suggestive things. I was also thinking too much about our evening alone yesterday when Jackie was on a date. Miguel bent me over a chair and made my ass cheeks red and sore from driving into me so hard.

It might be a new record for the hardest he’s made me come—also for how many times he made it happen.

So, in the truck, next thing I knew we were reaching for each other across the console and smashing our mouths together.

“This is dangerous,” Miguel says. “Stop moaning like that or I’ll have to bribe Angel to go away. I’ll tell him to pick out a new phone at the mall or something, and we’ll give him a ride home later.”

“He’s not stupid, you know. He knows he can take advantage and that you’ll spoil him.”

“Well, I’m weak. I like having a kid to spoil.”

I trail my finger down the middle of his chest. “You could spoil me a lot more.”

He laughs, flashing his dimple. “Damn, you’re insatiable, mi amor. I love it.”

“Well, you should take advantage of my availability right now. In a few weeks, I start my new job. Along with my two classes and helping Paige, it’s going to be a very busy fall semester for me.”

“I am taking advantage of it. Why do you think I have dates planned every day for the next two weeks?”

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