Page 45 of Love Off Course

Camilo

The kid is cute as hell. It’s a good thing he took after Araceli and not Marco’s ugly mug. It’s been hours since she safely delivered him, and all seems to be calming down. The horrible winds have died and now all we hear is rain. Which means in another day or so, it’ll be time to get back to work.

My stomach clenches.

Going back to work means leaving. Again. This time, I’m leaving her.

I scan the crowd of people who have migrated back to the restaurant dining room where Eduardo has been making them eat things from the fridge so it won’t go to waste. Sheridan is sitting beside Damian, her head leaned against his shoulder as she yawns.

God, the things I want to do to that mouth.

She catches me staring and smirks, somehow reading my mind. The devious glint in her stare tells me she’d be down for it.

If we ever get the chance.

Fuck.

A sense of dread washes over me. I don’t like this feeling. I don’t get attached to girls. Not like this. Not so quick. Not in a way that feels irreversible. I’m the guy who fucks and runs.Or flies in my case. City after city, I find someone to warm my bed, but never my heart. Sheridan would catch both on fire. The thought of seeing her in my bed is enough to get my dick hard.

I need to do something.

I’m going stir-crazy.

She gets up and walks off. I watch her ass in her jeans the entire way. Because of our circumstance, I’ve yet to properly appreciate her body. I crave to strip her down, throw her into my bed, and lick every inch of her with the bright overhead lights shining on every freckle on her body. My dick is embarrassingly hard now.

“Try to keep the roaring and moaning to a dull roar,” Carson says, chewing over a mouthful of food. “Last time, everyone heard everything. Some of us are trying to eat.”

I roll my eyes as I prowl off after her. I hear her voice in Eduardo’s office and smile. Time for round two. Before I step inside, I pause.

“I’m safe, Daddy. I think it’s passed over.” She chuckles. “You sound like you’ve been drinking.” A pause. “Is Mona okay postponing the wedding? Oh, good. I miss her too.” She laughs. “I do. I miss all of you.” Another pause. “Yeah, of course David too.”

Sourness roils in my gut.

“Oh,” she breathes. “Sure.” A pause. “Hi, David.” Another pause. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” A giggle, girlish and flirty.

Fuck this.

I storm back down the hallway, and into the restaurant. Carson sees my expression and abandons his plate to follow me over to the doors.

“We’re checking out the damage now that the worst is over,” I call out, uncaring if anyone is listening.

We push outside and are met with a cold spray of rain. It feels good after being stuck in Eddie’s with what feels like a millionother people. I scrub my palm over my face and squint against the rain.

“Want to talk about it?” Carson asks, raising his voice over the wind.

“Nah, just me being a pussy and thinking for once with my head and not my dick.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Carson says. “Your dick gets enough airtime.”

My dick doesn’t get hurt. My dick fucking plays.

“Holy shit,” Carson exclaims. “You’re really upset. What happened?”

“Just heard her talking to him. David. The one she thinks she’s going to run off into the sunset with the moment she gets to Costa Rica.”

“And you care because…”

I glower at him. “I don’t.”

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