“Can’t even let me get through the door before you fall on my dick,” he grunted, sweeping his tongue into her waiting mouth, “what did I do to deserve you?”
“You were born. And then many years later, I was born.” She screamed laughter when his hand slapped her ass, “get in the bedroom, gonna show you there’s no age difference that matters when I fuck your brains out.”
Thankfully, she’d stacked the steaks in the sink to defrost beforehand. Neither of them seemed to mind their grumbling bellies. Not when Capone and Lucia were satisfied in other ways.
“I miss swimming,” she said much later after sex and food, with her legs in Capone’s lap while she watched TV, copying a recipe on her phone notepad. It was possibly the only thing she missed about home; she would swim each morning. “Do you know if there’s a health center nearby?”
The hand holding her ankle moved so Capone could hook up his phone, “Yo,hermano. I need a favor.” She heard him say. Curious, she listened to the one-sided conversation. “Can my girl use your pool this weekend?”
Lucia perked. Aw, sweet man. She crawled from her side of the sofa and cuddled up to him; he turned his head to smirk. His free hand slid around Lucia and palmed her butt.
“Gracias, Preach. I’ll stop by tomorrow for the gate key.”
“You got me a pool?” Lucia bounced on her knees, beaming love at him. She’d spent entire days and weeks with this man, and hadn’t spoken words of love yet, biding her time, plucking up the courage, but it must be impossible for Capone not to guess at how she felt about him. Wrapping her hands around his solid neck, she grinned. Capone took her the rest of the way by putting her into his lap.
“Not quite, we have nowhere to put a pool in the apartment.” He deadpanned. “One of my buddies, Preacher, you met him,” she had. Tall guy, epic pointy beard, and a sexy-as-sinful smile. She was in love, not blind. “He had a pool put in his backyard last summer; he said we could use it this weekend.”
“Yay, thank you. They have two boys, right? I’ll get them some water toys as a thank you.”
“They won’t be there. Preacher said they’re going to a cabin for the weekend with his brother-in-law.”
“I’ll still get the gifts, it’s good manners.”
“Sexy little girl, always doing the right thing.” he rumbled. She slapped his shoulder and nuzzled their noses.
Lucia almost brought up her father, asking if Capone had heard anything new, but didn’t want to ruin their bubble.
Her father was never far from her thoughts, though.
He never gave up this easily. Never. Why would he let her leave the compound and not use force to get her back? It unsettled her. As much as she’d been happy this past month, she knew too much about Nicholas to relax.
He knew nothing about her.
Nicholas Cole wasn’t interested in the small things that made Lucia happy. Trying to offer him an olive branch would go unnoticed.
He knew nothing, hadn’t tried to know her, and thathurt.
“Where did you go, Lucia?” She heard and blinked to find Capone watching her as he stroked a thumb down the apple of her cheek.
“Sorry, what were you saying?”
He smirked. “It’s not a good look for me that my woman spaces out when I’m kissing her,sí?”
She flushed and lowered her head to his chest.
“Would you believe me if I said I was swept away in lust with you?”
She felt the rumble of his laughter going through his chest, a hand tangled in her hair. “You’re full of it.”
“But I’m cute. You said so.”
“I call you sexy as fuck and beautiful. Never cute.”
What could she do? Capone had arranged a pool for her and called her beautiful. She went into full attack mode.
And didn’t think about her father for the rest of the night.
TWENTY-SEVEN