"Mother wants you back home." Raul said, dropping a kiss on my cheek, his hand trailing an invisible pattern on my belly button.
We were naked under the sheets, cocooned in the natural calming magic that came after a frenzied sex, then a slower one, a more passionate one.
I was sated, but I wasn't ready to let him go. He had filled up, like his brother over the years. Only that where Duke was a hulk, Raul was firm, with lithe, lean muscles—just the way I loved my men.
I don't do bulky.
And yes, Raul wasn't the only man I've had in the past six years, but he was the one I've been most loyal to, the constant in the equation. A girl has needs, you know.
"Maya, did you hear me?"
I frowned, pulling away. "I told you not to call me by that name. What's your problem?"
