Ralphie flicked out his hand. “Our casa is your casa or however it goes. Make yourself at home.”
Hector’s glance cut across the both of them which Buddy figured was his way of saying “goodnight” and he started to move from the room.
He stopped when Ralphie called, “You know, some of that amazing ‘fuck me’ sex Sadie was going on about while she was freaking out this evening wouldn’t be amiss in this situation. Stress relief.”
Hector’s eyes slashed to Ralphie and Buddy could swear he looked like he didn’t know whether to throw something or laugh out loud.
“Ralphie, shut up,” Buddy said.
“I’m just saying,” Ralphie replied.
“Shut up,” Buddy repeated.
“I’m just saying,” Ralphie repeated too.
Hector gave up and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Ralphie gave Buddy a look and then he tiptoed across the room to the door.
“Get back here,” Buddy hissed and Ralphie put his finger to his lips, carefully pulled open the door an inch and peeked out.
Buddy wanted to be the better person but he couldn’t help himself.
He made it in time to peer out the crack in the door, bending under Ralphie to do it and he saw Hector’s back walking away, Sadie in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, face tucked into his neck, her arms linked around his shoulders.
“Mm, that boy looks good from behind,” Ralphie whispered.
Buddy’s eyes rolled to the ceiling then, since they were there, he said a little prayer.
Chapter Seventeen
It Was Organic
Sadie
I woke up in my bed in Ralphie and Buddy’s guest room.
This was a strange sensation. Firstly, I hadn’t slept there in days. Secondly, I knew immediately Hector was with me. I could feel his heat all down my back and his arm was wrapped around my midriff, elbow cocked, forearm tucked under me, hand at the side of my breast.
Oh my.
Now, how did I get in this predicament?
I didn’t have time to rewind my night. It was too late to try to figure out how I ended up in my bed with Hector. It was time to extricate myself, pronto.
I prayed he was asleep and started to slide forward so I could escape.
His arm went tight.
“You’re awake,” he said into the back of my neck.
Damn and blast!
“Yes,” I replied and wondered if I should have feigned sleep.
“Good,” he muttered, his body pressing closer then his thumb (no kidding!) started to stroke the side of my breast. “Before you get a chance to put your defenses up, mamita, we’re gonna talk.”
This was not good.