Page 28 of Love Off Course

Camilo

W e walk up to my villa and I arch a brow at her. I can’t help but feel proud of all she’s done to Mamá ’s hotel. All she plans to do. I’ve never seen Mamá so happy. She smiled and not just for me or for Eduardo, but for Sheridan as well.

“You stole my house?”

She scoffs. “I bought your house. It was a packaged deal.”

I can’t even be mad at her because she’s so damn beautiful. When we walk inside, my eyes bug out of my head. All of my things remain. Pictures of my parents and me when I was a kid. Airplane décor randomly scattered through the two-room villa. Every single thing I left remains.

But it’s been added to.

A bookshelf full of books. Some girly throw pillows. Even a desk with a sleek MacBook Pro sitting on top and a trendy lamp.

Sheridan shrugs her shoulders and gestures to my space—our space. “If you don’t find this ideal, I can always have one of your cousins move your things to another villa.”

I come up behind her and hug her, kissing the top of her head. “Having all your stuff mixed with mine? Can’t say I hate the idea, abejita .”

She turns in my embrace and wraps her arms around my neck.

I pull her closer to me so we’re smashed up against one another.

At first, her kiss is tentative. Explorative and unsure.

I let her have her fill as I grip her nice ass.

All it takes is one nibble of her teeth on my bottom lip to have me losing control.

I lift her up so I can carry her. Her legs wrap around my waist. Neither of us loses stride in our kiss.

We make it to my bed—our bed—and I drop her onto it. She shoots me a venomous look, but I’m not intimidated by the mean Sheridan Reid. Not when she looks so fucking hot with her dress pushed up her thighs revealing a lacy pair of pink panties to me.

Panties that should belong to me.

With a crooked grin, I peel them down her thighs and stuff them in my pocket. “Mine.”

“Gross. Are you a caveman?”

“Cavemen didn’t steal panties.”

“Frat boy?”

I snort. “Nope.”

“Then your regular run of the mill creep, huh?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner.”

“Does Carson know you’re a little freak or is this a secret only I know?”

“Carson has no room to talk about panty stealing or kinky shit.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because he’s worse. I’ve heard stories.” I peel off my T-shirt and then unfasten my jeans. “Ask Krissy.”

“His wife? She married him even after he was a weirdo?”

“Chicks are into that sort of thing.”

“Not this chick.”

“Wanna bet?” I push down my jeans and boxers, revealing my hard, bouncing cock.

She licks her lips and has to force her gaze up to mine. “You’ll lose.”

I kneel beside the bed, grip her hips, and pull her to the edge. Her dress rides up her stomach, giving me more access to all her creamy flesh. Grabbing hold of her knees, I wrench them apart to see just how wet she is for me.

Glistening.

Juicy as fuck.

Kinky like me.

Bad girl.

I grin at her before I start licking away her sweetness. She groans, yanking at my hair, and bucks her hips up.

“W-Wait,” she moans. “Stop.”

I nip at her clit and look up at her. “Why?”

“We should talk.”

“I thought you wanted this.”

She swallows hard. “I do. I just…there are things we should discuss before you get all”—she waves a hand at what we’re doing—“involved.”

With my eyes on hers, I lower my head to inhale her sweet scent, rubbing my nose along her slick lips between her thighs. “Too late, little bee. I’m really involved. Have been for some time.”

I lick her again and she hisses. This time, she doesn’t try to stop me.

She lets me eat her pussy like it’s a dessert I’ve been craving all my life.

I suck on her clit and bite it in a teasing way.

Over and over until her breathing grows labored.

When I think she’s close, I slide two fingers into her cunt, curling my fingers up to reach her most sensitive place.

The moment I graze her G-spot, she shudders and whines.

I continue my assault on her clit with my tongue as I run feathery strokes along her G-spot.

I know the moment she climaxes because not only does she try to scalp me, but her juices run thick and heavy like never before, squirting out onto my hand and upper chest.

Holy fuck.

“Camilo,” she whimpers.

“Look how fucking good you are,” I croon. “Your pussy missed me, Sher. You gushed like a waterfall.”

“Don’t be nasty.”

“You’re the nasty one, abejita . A little freak like me and Carson and Krissy.”

“Perv.”

“Says the girl who just squirted all over her boyfriend’s face.”

“Camilo!”

I grin at her and make a great show of licking away her wetness on her thighs.

Tastes sweet and addictive. Once I think I’ve thoroughly cleaned her up with my mouth, I all but rip her dress and bra off.

Scooping her up with one arm, I haul her up the bed to the pillows.

She doesn’t object when I settle my naked body over hers, nestled between her spread legs.

We kiss in a ravenous way, both of us desperately trying to convey our feelings through kissing.

“Still want to talk?” I ask, biting on her bottom lip.

“Y-Yes.”

I lift up, breaking our kiss, resting all my weight on my palms. My dick is resting quite comfortably against the lips of her pussy. Slowly, I slide it through her juices, but never pulling back enough to guide it into her body.

“What do you want to talk about?” My voice is husky with need. “How I was an idiot? How you shouldn’t take me back, but I’m going to beg you? How I’ve always wanted a place to land when I’ve finished flying the skies and you feel like home?”

Her eyes water. “Camilo, I…”

“What is it?”

A tear slides down her cheek.

“I’m so sorry, little bee. Please forgive me.”

She nods as more tears fall. I hate seeing her so fragile knowing I did this to her.

Weak. I make her weak. But that’s not true.

Sheridan is one of the strongest people I know.

She did all this at the hotel and waited for me.

That’s not weakness, that’s strength, and she possesses a helluva lot more than me.

“I need you,” I plead. “I love you.”

She blinks rapidly. “You do?”

“I thought about you every day. I missed you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, though I often questioned why.” She makes a sour face at me that has me chuckling.

“Let me make it up to you in orgasms,” I offer. “Or backrubs. Or dinner dates. Just let me try.”

“Okay,” she breathes. “Make love to me like it’s our last time.”

Last time?

Dread pools in my stomach. Her words seem final and disastrous.

I want to demand she tell me what she means, but her small hand is gripping my dick and guiding me home.

A groan rattles up my throat as I sink into my girl.

All ominous thoughts are forgotten as I find her perfect, plump lips. We kiss hard and desperate.

I buck into her, over and over. With each thrust, I grow closer to my release. It feels right being inside Sher. We belong together. It’s written in the stars.

“Camilo, oh God,” she cries out, her nails scoring the flesh on my shoulders.

Rolling onto my back, I take her with me, loving the way she squeals and clenches around my dick.

Staring up at her, I admire this gorgeous woman.

Her tits are perky and bounce with each time she rocks her body along my dick.

I can’t help but stare at her rosy nipples, craving to suck on each one until she begs for reprieve.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp out. “Look how wet you get my dick, abejita .”

She looks down at the way her pussy leaves a creamy trail each time she rises up. I love the way her cunt stretches to accept my thickness. It makes me want to make her fuck me like this every time so I can watch the way our bodies come so easily together.

I take her clit between my thumb and finger, rolling it in a teasing way.

Her cunt is like a fist around my dick, squeezing each time.

If she continues that, I won’t last long.

I never last long with this girl, which is really fucking embarrassing, but it just means I get to fuck her more frequently.

“Touch your pretty tits, Sher. My hands are busy.”

Her hooded eyes drop to mine as she obeys.

Small hands caress the flesh and tease the nipples.

I grip her thigh with one hand and massage her clit with the other.

We work together to bring us both right to the brink of orgasm at the same time.

The moment she loses it and cries out, I forget where I am or who I am.

I simply give in to the pleasure, bucking into her hard from beneath her.

My balls tighten and then I explode with my release, a guttural growl escaping me.

I’ve barely finished shooting my load inside her when I pull her against my chest so I can hold her.

This fucking girl.

Feels so damn perfect in my arms and on my cock.

She’s the forever kind.

And she’s crying.

Seriously, what the hell?

It all comes crashing back to me. The desire to talk about something heavy. A weird vibe settling around us. It makes me think of her mom and what she went through.

Is Sheridan sick?

Oh my fucking God.

No.

I won’t accept that shit.

Not in a million years.

She’s healthy and mine. We’re about to start our life together.

“Camilo,” she murmurs, sitting up and sliding off my softening dick. “We still need to talk.”

Ignoring her, I slip out of the bed and rush into the bathroom. I wet a rag and bring it back to the room to clean her up. Once she’s no longer messy with my cum, I clean off my dick and then toss the rag to the floor.

“Why are you dressing?” she asks a moment later.

I realize I’ve already yanked on my boxers and jeans. “I, uh, I don’t know.”

With a wobbling lip, she pulls the blanket up around her, covering her nakedness from me. “Listen…”

I pull my shirt on and then throw on my shoes. Running my fingers through my hair, I start pacing. “Talk, Sheridan.”

She flinches. “I like when you call me Sher.”

I stop moving to cross my arms over my chest. “Please,” I beg, “just stop torturing me and come out with it.”

“Come here,” she croaks.

I walk over to her and stop when my knees hit the bed. She grabs onto my wrist like that might keep me from running away.

“I’m meticulous,” she says absently. “Everything is by the calendar. Without fail. I don’t forget things. My schedule is my life.”

“Okay…”

“But I rescheduled something. Forgot to go back. Completely spaced.” Her eyes water with tears. “You have to believe me. I would never do something like that intentionally.”

“Are you sick?”

Her brows furrow and I hate that I know it’s because she’s thinking about her mom. It’s written all over her face. “No.”

“Thank fuck.”

“If you don’t want to stay, I’ll understand. It’ll be okay. I don’t want you to feel trapped.”

Trapped?

She draws my palm to her stomach. “I went to town with Araceli the other day when she had her doctor appointment. I’d missed my period. I wanted to rule it out. Problem is, there was no ruling it out. I’m pregnant, Camilo. With your baby.”

My baby?

I stare at her in shock. “What? How?”

“We didn’t use protection. I’d had the shot, but I was due for another one. I never went and got it. It completely slipped past me. I’m so sorry.”

Gently, I pull my hand from hers, taking a step back. I scrub my palm over my face and shake my head in disbelief.

“Say something,” she whispers.

“I need to…” I take another step back and then another. “I need to…”

“Need to what?”

Breathe.

I can’t breathe.

“Camilo,” she pleads. “Please don’t shut me out. Not now.”

Stalking over to her, I grip her chin and tilt her head up to stare down at her pretty face. I lean forward and press a soft kiss to her lips.

“I need to take a walk. Take care of some things. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I steal one more quick kiss before I haul ass out of there like my balls are on fire.