Jasmine

I gripped Alamo’s hand as we followed the hostess to the table. In fact, I gripped his hand so hard, he leaned over and whispered, “Wanna ease up there, Attila?”

“Oh!” I squeaked. “Sorry.”

He chuckled, squeezing my hand gently.

“Carrots!” Jared called, and I groaned.

My stomach roiled. I hated my brother’s nickname for me. Hated it, but he seemed to glean much pleasure from calling me it, and Mom always said if I ignored him, he’d stop. He never did.

“Carrots?” Alamo said, quietly. So quietly, I was the only one who heard. “Is he fuckin’ serious?”

“It’s okay,” I whispered.

“Your body just locked, Jasmine, it’s not okay.”

“Please, Mo. It’s okay.”

He schooled his features, but his eyes burned as my brother made his way to us. I pulled away from Alamo to hug Jared. “Hey.”

“Hey, sissy.”

“This is Alamo,” I said, and Jared held his hand out.

It took a second for Alamo to respond and I was worried he would stare my brother down in the middle of the restaurant. Lucky for me, he didn’t. He shook Jared’s hand and then I made introductions to Jared’s wife Kelly, then Simon, since Alamo had already met Jules.

Alamo and I took our seats and he settled an arm over the back of my chair. This made me feel sheltered in a weird way, and I leaned against him, sliding my hand on his thigh.

“So, Alamo, what do you do?” Jared asked.

“I own Reliable Auto Repair down on Victory,” Alamo said, as he stroked my hair.

“Don’t you work for the BMW place?” Simon asked. “I’m sure I’ve seen you there before.”

Alamo nodded. “My buddy owns the BMW dealership and I help him out on occasion.”

“Do you work on more than BMWs at your shop?” Jules asked.

“Yeah. I work on everything at my shop,” Alamo said.

“So, if I had, say, a weird rattle going on in my Volvo, you could fix it?” she asked hopefully.

“You’ve taken it to three places,” Kelly said. “Everyone says there’s nothing wrong.”

“I know,” Jules said. “But I don’t believe them.”

“If you’ve got a weird rattle goin’ on, I can probably fix it,” Alamo said. “Call me next week and I’ll get you in.”

“Thanks,” Jules said.

A server arrived and took our drink orders (I ordered the biggest margarita they offered).

“So, how did you two meet?” Kelly asked.

“Willow,” I said. “Alamo and Dash are part of the same club.”

“Do you like to skate, Alamo?” Jules asked.

He grinned. “Sure.”

“Has Jazz told you her obsession with roller skating?”

Alamo chuckled. “She’s given me some idea.”

“Do you have to share all my secrets with him?” I complained. “Can we talk about something other than me, please?”

Alamo stroked the nape of my neck and I squeezed his thigh again.

Our drinks arrived, interrupting the subject of conversation (thank God), and I took two huge swigs from my margarita. Alamo leaned over and kissed my cheek, whispering, “Pace yourself, Firefly.”

I leaned over and did the same to him. “Not the boss of me, Mo.”

He grinned and took a sip of his beer.

“You know, I used to ride,” Simon said.

“Yeah?” Alamo asked.

Simon nodded. “I had a Kawasaki Ninja. I’m assuming you ride a Harley?”

“Fatboy,” Alamo provided.

“Nice,” Simon said. “I miss it.”

“Got an extra bike at the shop,” Alamo said. “You ever want to ride, let me know.”

“Nope,” Jules said. “He’s good, Alamo, but thanks.”

Simon took her hand and raised it to his mouth. “I’ll let you know.”

“No, you won’t,” she said, pulling her hand away and smoothing her napkin on her lap. “You won’t be getting back on one of those deathtraps as long as I’m alive.”

I smiled and took another sip of my drink. Juliet had met Simon in high school and they’d been inseparable ever since. She was nineteen when they got married, him twenty, and they were even more in love today. It was beautiful. Except when she convinced herself he was going to die if he wasn’t within eyesight (no joke). If he was late by five minutes, she was pacing the foyer of their home, convinced he’d been in some kind of fatal accident.

Lucky for all of us, Simon loved her brand of crazy and kept her sane, even when it sometimes seemed an impossible task.

“Are we still on for lessons tomorrow?” Kelly asked.

“Yep. It’s supposed to be cold, so the Y again?” I asked.

“Perfect. We’ll be there at three.”

Once our food arrived, conversation turned back to small talk, and I began to relax. It could have been the second (or third) margarita, but when it was time to go, I was a little unsteady on my feet.

Alamo wrapped an arm around my waist and anchored me to him. “I got you.”

“I’m fine, honey,” I said, leaning against him.

He chuckled, kissing my temple. “I can see that.”

We said goodnight to the rest of my family, then walked out to the truck.

“We survived,” I breathed out.

“We did. Your family’s cool.”

“They are. Even Jared was on his best behavior. He probably knew you’d kick his ass.”

Alamo laughed. “Not plannin’ on kickin’ your brother’s ass, baby.”

“Give it time.” I gripped his jacket and tugged him forward. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Is that the margaritas talking?”

I shook my head. “Not even a little bit.”

His mouth covered mine and I slid my arms around his waist and up his back under his jacket. I slid my tongue against him, then forced myself to break the connection. “I’m going to insist you fuck me on the sidewalk if you keep doing that.”

Alamo laughed. “Are you telling me you’re not interested in gettin’ popped for public indecency?”

“Oh, I want to get popped, and definitely want to cover the indecency part... just maybe not in public.”

He kissed me again, running his nose against mine, then helped me into the truck. Making his way to the driver’s side, he took me home and walked me to the door.

“Are you coming in?” I asked.

“Do you want me to?”

“That’s a rhetorical question and you know it.”

He grinned, following me inside and dropping his jacket on the back of my sofa. Scruffy meowed, so Alamo picked him up and held him for a few seconds. “You want me to stay?”

“I always want you to stay.” I dropped my keys on the counter and took off my coat. “Did I make things weird?”

“Not even a little bit,” he said, turning my words back to me.

I smiled. “Beer?”

“Yeah, babe, that’d be good.”

I grabbed one from the fridge and handed it to him... I chose to stick with water. “You survived.”

“So did you.” He grinned, taking a swig.

“I drank, Mo. I’m not sure if that constitutes surviving. Self-medicating, yes... surviving, no.”

“How ya feelin’?”

“I feel great. Three margaritas will do that.”

“Four,” he countered.

I frowned. “Three.”

He shook his head with a chuckle. “Four, Jasmine. You had one with dessert.”

“Oh, right. I forgot about that one.” I wrinkled my nose. “Cheesecake doesn’t quite work with a margarita.”

“Fuckin’ cute when you’re tipsy, though.” He took another sip of beer.

“I thought you’d scare everyone.”

“Scare them, how?”

I shook off my tipsy fog. “No, scare’s not the right word. Intimidate.”

Alamo frowned. “No reason to be intimidated.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re intimidating all the same, Mo.”

He closed the distance between us, boxing me in against the island. “I intimidate you?”

“You did when I first met you.”

“Yeah?” He kissed my neck. “How come?’

“Probably because I kind of wanted your cock inside of me.”

Alamo laughed. “The feeling was mutual.”

“You wanted your cock inside of you, too, huh?”

“I want my cock inside you right now.” He grinned, kissing me gently. “You sober enough?”

“I’m not sober enough to drive, but I’m sober enough to fuck.”

“Will you remember this in the morning?”

I stroked his beard. “I’ll remember this next year.”

“Let’s get naked, then.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I retorted and took his hand.

* * *

Alamo

I followed Jasmine to her room, kicking the door shut to keep Scruffy out. He voiced his opinion (loudly) from the other side of the door, but we ignored him. Sliding my hand to her neck, I tugged her forward, covering her mouth with mine. Fuck me, she tasted like tequila and lime and I couldn’t get enough.

Virtually ripping her shirt off, I cupped her lace-covered breasts, then tugged the material down and rolled her nipples into tight buds.

She whimpered, dropping her head back and pressing further into my hands. Her quiet mews egged me on and I unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor. Fuck, once her tits were free, I nearly came. Her body was my temptation... her skin my Achilles heel. “Gorgeous, baby.”

“Back atya.” She focused on me with hooded eyes and licked her lips. “I need you naked.”

I chuckled, kissing her quickly, then we separated briefly to remove our clothing. “Leave the panties,” I said.

She did as I ordered, and I guided her onto the bed, sliding my hands up her thighs and ripping the thin strip of lace keeping me from her pussy.

She gasped. “That’s two pairs of panties I’ve lost because of you.”

“I’ll buy you more,” I promised, and cupped her mound before sliding my fingers into her.

She rocked against my palm and dropped her head back again, which gave me access to her neck and I took full advantage. Kissing my way down her body, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, then the other, biting gently as I felt her soak my hand.

“I can’t wait, Alamo,” she rasped.

Shifting so I could get a condom on, I stretched out beside her, pulling her against my chest and kissing her. She straddled my hips and I guided her onto my cock.

“Fuck,” I breathed out.

“So good,” she whispered, anchoring her hands on my shoulders and lifting herself slightly before sliding back down.

I cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples again while she continued to impale herself. Her tight, wet pussy encased my dick and it felt better than anything I’d ever experienced before.

When I knew I couldn’t wait, I rolled her onto her back and then slammed into her.

“Oh, God, yes, Mo!” she panted.

She felt too fucking good to wait, so I came, but worked her clit until I felt her walls contract around me.

I kissed her again, gently pulling out of her and discarding the condom. I stretched out beside Jasmine again and pulled her close. “I liked that,” I said, and kissed her.

She smiled. “Me too.”

I slid my hand to her ass and cupped her. “I like this most of all.”

She slid a leg over my thigh, pressing her pussy to my dick. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed, kissing her again. “Fuckin’ sexy as hell.”

“Magic, even?”

“Magic?” he asked.

“My pussy. Would you say my pussy’s magic?”

He laughed. “Sure, baby, if you want to call your pussy magic, I’m not gonna argue.”

“Love that, Mo.” Jasmine stroked my beard. “Thanks for being so great with my family.”

“Got your back, baby.”

“Apparently.”

She looked so fuckin’ vulnerable and I hated that for her. Needing to remind her she was a fucking boss, I said, “Tell me about this new shit you’re making.”

Her face lit up and she grinned. “It’s perfect.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “My skin is stupid-sensitive. I have spent my whole life warding off breakouts and skin irritation from lotions and such, so we’ve been trying different combos that give me soft skin without giving me hives.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, that would be good.”

“We’ve found it. So, we’re moving to the next step. We need to know if we can reproduce it in mass quantities and still have the desired results. But, I’m excited... plus, I’m running out of savings, so this is it. If it doesn’t work, I’ll need to close up shop, so to speak, and focus on my salons.”

“You’re not gonna need to do that.”

She kissed my chest. “I hope not.”

I gave her a gentle squeeze. “I know you won’t, baby. No hoping needed.”

“Thanks, honey. I appreciate your confidence.” She settled her chin on her hands and met my eyes. “Any updates on your sister?”

“No.”

“Which is why I’ve gotten you for two days straight.”

I chuckled. “You can have me when there’s drama too, baby. Just means I come and go from here, instead of my place or the compound.”

“I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “I’m not saying move in or anything. But, if you want to stay over more, especially over weekends, I’d like that.”

“Me too.”

Kissing me gently, she snuggled close. “I’ll get you a key.”

“Sounds good, Firefly.”

We stayed like this for several minutes, snuggled close, feeling skin against skin, before her body relaxed against mine and her breathing evened out. I separated myself from her, but only long enough to make sure everything was locked up and to let Scruffy in. The damn cat liked to sleep at the end of the bed... well, until he felt one of us needed to be awake (typically me), then he would sit on my head and swat my face with a paw.

Willow was right, the cat was a dick.