Page 91 of Veiled Amor

Her eyes flickered closed, and she whimpered.

“Better give me some medicine then, huh?”

And then, the wicked man told her in the dirtiest Spanish what he needed to be well again. She didn’t know her mouth was a healing tool, but she put it to work and sucked out an orgasm from him, and then he helped her astride him to ride another one out of them both.

Much later, they talked, getting to know all the minor details that made up a person’s life.

They laughed.

And made love in the shower.

Capone finally cooked his famous eggs and Lucia fell on them like a starved dog, much to his amusement. He really was a wonderful cook.

They talked again while they waited for a pizza delivery that night and she learned about his life with the MC. He let her know he couldn’t tell her everything and she was fine with that. She’d grown up in a house of secrets, so to know he was willing to share some details made flames stoke her stomach. She wanted to be as much of a part of his life as he would share with her.

That meant the good and the bad.

And while she curled into Capone with a game on the TV, she realized she was happy in the arms of a man she’d loved forever.

But more than that. Lucia felt safe and relaxed for the first time in a long time.

And she’d go through all the bad to get to this good.

TWENTY-FIVE

“The weight of what was lost.”-Capone

The sound of quiet feet cut into Capone shaving the following day.

Though he’d been fucking most of the night again, his stomach tightened with desire when the door opened slowly, and the object of his fantasies came into the bathroom while he trimmed his goatee.

The next thing Capone knew was two skinny arms came around him from behind, and Lucia pressed her face into his spine.

Fucking bliss in a small package.

She sort of nuzzled him, causing a fire of contentment to wash down over his head.

“If I’m not allowed to leave the bed before you’re awake, then neither can you,” she grumbled, vining around him even tighter.

Strange how he’d never wanted a clingy woman in his life. Literally and figuratively. Capone always thought it would be the worst thing to happen. But feeling her cuddling into his back, knowing she’d missed him in bed, and his chest flamed to life. Fucking loved her clingy.

All at once, he pictured coming home to Lucia and how she’d dive at him or sit on his lap while they discussed their day.

That kind of life was never in his peripheral, so he’d dismissed it.

He wouldn’t ignore the fact he was getting a second chance with Lucia.

Not going to waste it either.

As she peeked at him through the mirror, he half-smiled at how soul-deep beautiful she looked. She had pillow creases on her face, her hair was flat on one side and puffy on the other, and she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

“We’d never get out of bed if that’s gonna be a relationship rule,nena.” He told her, finishing his shave, he wiped his face and tossed the washcloth on the counter. Next, he put a coin size dollop of after-shave balm in his palm and rubbed that into his face.

“Hmm,” she said, pausing the back kisses.

His cock was an animal to rouse again. After their last round during the night, where he woke her with his mouth between her legs and then fucked her solidly from behind while she moaned into a pillow, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to get hard again for the rest of the day. Sex had felt nothing like it was with Lucia. She drained him and renewed him simultaneously.

“Do we need relationship rules, you think?”

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