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“Sometimes, I think I’ll settle and make roots,” I blurt out.

“Why don’t you?”

I shrug. “I guess I haven’t found home yet.”

He studies me and for a moment, I think I see something in his eyes. But then he turns back to the car. “Lola is as good as new… or as good as she’ll get for a woman her age.”

I smile at his humor even if deep down, a part of me is sad. I know I’ll be moving on, and it makes my heart ache. "Thank you for teaching me all this. No one's ever taken the time before."

Lazaro's eyes soften as he looks at me. Without a word, he leans in and captures my lips in a kiss that makes my knees weak. I melt into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he presses me against Lola's hood. Maybe this won’t last, but I’m going to savor it for as long as I can.

Lazaro's hands roam my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I lose myself in the sensation, in the taste of him, in the way he makes me feel so cherished and desired. He grinds against me, his erection already full and hard. It makes my pussy burn with need.

As things start to intensify, a small part of my brain reminds me that we're in the family garage. Maybe not as risky as the kitchen, but still.

“Maybe you can come home with me," I murmur against his lips.

“Fuck that,” he groans. “We’re going up to my room.”

14

LAZARO

As I guide Diana up the back stairs, it’s all I can do to keep from pressing her against the wall and taking her right then and there. But I want to protect her from my family's prying eyes and give her the dignity she deserves.

We reach my room, and my tether on control breaks. The moment I shut the door, I push her against it and kiss her hard as my body grinds against her. The intensity of my attraction to Diana is overwhelming. Every part of me is screaming to be with her, to possess her. My hands move up her body, exploring the curves that I've been longing to touch.

Diana's lips are warm and soft, and I can't get enough of her taste. I’m eager to touch her skin, to sink into her hot, wet body and make her mine. My hands are frantic as they fumble to remove her clothes. I finally get the top of her dress open, her tits free from her bra, and I swoop in to suck her hard, pink nipples. She moans softly, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer. Her desire matches my own, and it fuels the fire inside me.

I slide the skirt of her dress up until it’s bunched around her middle. I’d like to have her naked, but the beast inside mecan’t wait any longer. I tug her panties down, my fingers sliding through her pussy, finding her wet, so wet.

“Fuck, I’m burning up,” I say against her tit. My hands quickly undo my pants. I lift her leg, hooking it over my hip, and then I drive in, hard and fast, causing her to gasp. I wish I could slow this down. Take my time. Give her the gentle, slow buildup she deserves. But I’m helpless against the need driving me.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as if she’s holding on for dear life. Her hips rock with me, in perfect sync as I plunge inside her again and again. Our breaths come in harsh pants. Each time I thrust in, the door behind us rattles. Anyone walking by would surely know I was fucking her against my door. So much for being discreet.

“Oh, God,” she gasps, her head tilting back to knock on the door.

I cup her tit, leaning in to suck it again as I push in, grind against her.

She lets out a feral moan and her pussy locks around my cock. Pleasure spikes, flooding my cells with the most incredible sensations. I continue to fuck her, drawing out the pleasure, wishing I could make it last forever.

Soon, I’m depleted. I collapse against her, not sure how I’m still standing. I lean my forehead against hers, savoring this moment of connection with her. A sense of gratitude fills me. With Diana, I don't feel the pressure to remember who I was or to be someone I'm not. She accepts me as I am now, scars and all.

Opening my eyes, I see the acceptance in her gaze. There's no expectation, no demand for more than I can offer.

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time,” she says.

I laugh. That’s another thing she’s brought me. I don’t know that I’ve ever smiled and laughed so much. Diana doesn’t just soothe. She brings lightness.

“Good to know.” I step away, wanting to strip us both and take her to my bed. With the edge off, I can fuck her again this time slowly, with more tenderness and care.

She begins to straighten her dress.

“You might as well take it off,” I say, kicking my pants off. “We’re nowhere near done.”

She bites her lip, and I tense, worried she wants to leave.

“I should probably get going.”