asked as we walked hand in hand up the parking lot to Mexitaco.
The Mexican bar and grill was my home away from home. It was authentic in the way they kept it like the country I was born in. “This is my favorite place to hang out at when I need to unwind,” I told her.
“Does it remind you of Mexico?” she asked, her eyes glittering with excitement as they moved side to side over our surroundings.
“It does but lately it hasn’t been enough.” Realizing that was truth I had never admitted before, I cleared my throat when a pain twisted at my gut. I missed home. I missed everything about Mexico.
“Would you take me there sometime?” Mae asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I hesitated. “You want to come to Mexico with me?”
“Yes. I would love to see where you grew up.”
“Okay. I would love to take you.” My heart jumped. No woman had ever seen where I grew up. Look at me being all adult like. “But it’s not always safe.”
“Please,” Mae scoffed. “You do remember where I’m from right?”
“Touché.” I kissed her head. “Now let’s eat, drink and dance.”
Mae giggled.
That sweet sound reverberated through me, caressing my soul like the sensual sound of music. I could listen to it over and over again.
Once we headed inside, we were greeted by the owner of the bar.
“Matteo Santos.” Ricky clapped a large hand on my shoulder. “It’s been awhile.” His dark gaze slid to Mae. “And who’s this pretty little flower?”
Mae’s cheeks reddened, her hand tightening in mine.
“This is Marketa Doby,” I pulled her against me. “My girlfriend.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Ricky said gently, giving her a polite nod.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” She smiled.
“Wherever you want to sit, it’s all yours.” Ricky clapped his hands together. “The band is getting ready and then it’s dancing time,” he exclaimed with a shake of his hips.
I chuckled, leading Mae down the aisle to a booth off to the side of the bar. Sliding onto the bench, I waited for her to do the same when I tugged her against me. “I chose this spot so I can do whatever I want to you and no one would know,” I purred in her ear.
She shivered. “And what do you want to do to me?”
“Hmm…” I brushed my nose up the length of her neck, inhaling the vanilla scent of her body lotion. “Everything. Every dirty nasty thing I can think of.”
“Tell me.” She cupped my inner thigh, digging her nails into the muscle.
“Demanding are we?” I teased, nipping the soft spot under her ear.
“Always,” she grinned, leaning into me. “Are you going to tell me?”
Nope. “I’ll show you instead.” Throughout the night, by the time I was done, I would have her panting and writhing, begging for my cock.
“I’m in for a test on if I can handle anticipation or not aren’t I?”
“Yup.”
Mae let out a huff as the waitress came to our table.
We ordered drinks and a plate of nachos. And I found a part of myself wanting to feed Mae. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered.
She caught my gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly. “You make me feel beautiful. Like I’m the only woman that exists.”
“You are.” In my world at least.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, frowning.
“I’m wondering what you saw in me. That first day,” I cleared my throat. “At Cello’s.”
Mae smiled, leaning her head back against the bench. “I saw a man who was lonely. His eyes were so dark, they were like pits of emptiness. I found myself wanting to fill them with life. And then when you asked me to have a drink with you, I was actually shocked.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not your typical woman that gets hit on or picked up. I’m average. I’m used to it.”
Like hell. “Mae, you are beautiful. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Inside and out. You make me feel like a man. You make me feel like I belong. I have never felt this before you.”
She swallowed hard, reaching for my hand. “This is intense.”
“I agree. I love teasing you but you throw it right back at me. That’s what I enjoy. This,” I held up our joined hands. “Everything else is an added bonus. I know I have issues talking about some things but it’s so easy to have a casual conversation with you. I need it. I need you.”
“You have me,” she whispered, wiping a lonely tear that rolled down