Heaven Sent

“We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Alejandro watched as Camila and Miguel hugged warmly.

“Congratulations again, hermanito. You’re both lucky to have found each other.” Camila kissed her brother’s cheek.

“I wish Mommy and Daddy could have been here,” Miguel said wistfully, his speech slurred.

“They are. Right here,” Camila assured him, placing her palm over his chest.

Miguel beamed at Alejandro over her head. “You see why I love this woman right here? She’s the best sister in the world.” He flung his arm around Camila’s neck and squeezed her tight to him.

They and the rest of the wedding party spent a few more minutes talking, and then there were hugs all around. Finally, Alejandro and Camila left the group, who wanted to stay behind to continue partying.

“Are we old?” she asked with a laugh as they walked through the casino.

“I think so. They’ll probably be up until morning while we’ll be fast asleep. I’m driving, by the way. You have had enough to drink tonight.”

“I’m not drunk, but I’m not going to argue with you. I’m tired.” She scowled at him but handed over the valet ticket.

They didn’t have to wait long before the valet brought her purple car to the front, and they climbed in.

“You look great behind the wheel of my baby. Lavender and rhinestones suit you,” Camila teased.

“I’m secure enough in my manhood to appreciate that compliment,” Alejandro said, with exaggerated seriousness.

She laughed and rested her head against the seat.

The ride back to her house was completed in silence. Each time Alejandro looked at her, she had her eyes closed, her deliciously round breasts rising and falling as she breathed softly.

He wondered if he should stay longer. Camila was right, he had plenty of vacation time available. He’d sleep on it and make a decision in the morning.

When he arrived at her house, he pulled under the carport and put the car in park. The neighbors’ houses were dark, and all around them the night was quiet, except for the distant sound of traffic going by on the main road.

“Camila?”

“Hmm? I’m not sleeping.” She turned her head, giving him a heavy-lidded look between her lashes.

“You need to go to bed. It’s been a long day,” Alejandro said, though sleeping was the last thing on his mind.

He wanted to kiss her ruby-red lips and sink his fingers into her silky hair while she rode his d*ck. Panting, begging him for more. He’d never been more tempted by the urge to kiss her. How did someone manage to look so delectably sexy while drowsy?

He ran a hand down his face. The fantasies had become graphic in the short time he had been there. Decision made. No need to wait until tomorrow. He was getting the hell out of Dodge on Sunday as planned, or he’d end up doing something he regretted.

Camila groaned. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

They climbed out of the vehicle, and he opened the door to the house and let them inside. “Go to bed. I’ll lock up.”

“Thank you.” She flung her arms around his torso and rested her cheek to his chest. “You’re a good friend, Alejandro. Good night.”

She raised up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. The soft touch landed on his skin with the explosive power of a detonated grenade. Then she walked down the hall, leaving him to look after her with a semi-hard p*nis and a clenched fist.

“Good friend. Yeah, that’s me,” he mumbled.