Page 106 of Veiled Amor

That night, he took her over to Preacher and Ruby’s house so his girl could get her swimming fix. Capone parked it by the pool and watched her doing the lengths, rolling onto her back, enticing him in her tiny fucking bikini, making his body pulse alive. She knew what she was doing too because she turned too many sultry smiles his way.

If Preacher were to question Capone if they had sex in his pool, like he warned him not to, Capone would have to lie his Puerto Rican ass off to his buddy.

TWENTY-NINE

“Nice doing shady business with you. I’ll take a tripleta sandwich to go.” – Malachai

They’d settled into a sort of couples routine over the weeks.

Capone woke first. Usually, it was to do something wicked to her body before she cracked her eyelids open, and once the pleasure shook her foundations, he would slide out of bed, start the coffee, and then stand under a cold shower like an absolute maniac. The first morning he tried to convince her a cold shower was much better for her system than her usual hot one, she almost screamed the apartment down to rubble. Her man knew now, if he wanted her in there with him, especially on her knees, then the temperature needed to be steaming first.

The morning following their swimming pool romp, she lay warm in bed with her face buried in his pillow while she listened to him moving around the apartment. Happy, she stretched until her bones cracked, but not as good as her chiropractor could do. She might not have spent money as her father wanted her to, but some comforts she deemed a necessity, and being realigned regularly was one of them.

“Hey, do you know of a good chiropractor?” She asked once she’d made it into the kitchen. Capone turned a raised eyebrow on her as he poured creamer into the coffee she knew he was making for her.

“Good morning,nena. Come kiss me.”

She smiled, shuffling over to meet his lips. A hand curled around her neck, and she shivered with happiness. This man loved her.Loved her. She was a freaking lottery winner.

“Did I go so hard on you last night that I’ve dislodged your bones?”

Lucia snorted and accepted the coffee, breathing in its aromatic steam as she perched on a stool. “I can take what you give. I like to keep my body well-tuned, so I need my chiro-guy.”

Capone growled, hot and heavy, to send trembles of lust through her limbs. “I can keep you tuned up,nena, believe it,sí?”

“I’m a believer.” She teased. “I still need a chiro.”

“I can find you one.”

“That’s okay, I can do it today. I’ll ask Kate, the spa she took me to was amazing. I wish I’d gotten a massage.”

A hand appeared on her back, stroking up until he reached her hair. “A female masseuse, Lucia.” Snorting, not sure she heard the possessiveness in his command, she put down her cup and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Jealous?”

“No, you’re mine, can’t get jealous over something I own.”

God, this man. Why was that hot as fuck?

Because she’d wanted to be owned by him for a long time, that’s why.

“Possessive then,” she poked. A smile of glee on her lips. A smile he noticed when he dropped his head an inch from her mouth and waited for her to breach the gap and make their lips meet. Mmm, he tasted deliciously of coffee and man.

“Sí.” He didn’t hesitate in answering, and warmth spread over her skin. She loved his honesty and ability to not give a fuck by appearing possessive. She felt the same, so she gripped his shirt. “If you ever get a massage, it can only be from a man. A hideous one.”

Capone snorted. “Nena, the only hands I want digging into my sore muscles are yours.”

Oh, yay. That could be arranged. She could picture him now, lying prone on their bed, naked and glistening with oil. Mmm. God. Yes.

“Dirty thoughts,” he rasped, amused, and made her blush with a grin.

“It’s your fault.”

“I will take the blame. What do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry. I only need to shower real quick, and then I’ll be ready to go.”

They had plans to drop by the shop, she couldn’t stay home and watch TV again; she was going crazy with boredom, so she jumped at the chance to go with Capone.

While she was getting dressed, she answered an incoming text.