Page 128 of Broken Saint

“Stoked for Sunday. Rogers brothers facing off. What dreams are made of.”

“Here’s hoping the right one wins, hey?”

As we banter, Ella’s intrigued stare burns the side of my face.

“Any chance of a rush order?” I ask, my stomach growling and my need to lock her in my apartment and wrap her in my arms too much to deny.

“For you, I’ll do anything,” Luis says happily.

“Owe you, man,” I say before giving him an order that he really doesn’t need said out loud. Well, that is until I say, “For two, yeah?”

“Two?” he questions, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Yeah, one for me and one for my girl,” I confirm, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face as my grip on Ella’s hand tightens.

“Well, well, well,” Luis muses.

“I know. I know,” I agree to his unspoken words as I scratch my rough chin, my smile getting wider.

“Okay, give us ten. You outside?”

“We’ll be waiting.”

I hang up and turn to my girl.

She’s got an equally wide grin on her face.

“What?” I ask, my stomach all light and fluttery from the happiness on her face alone.

“You really are full of surprises, aren’t you, Rogers?”

“Oh, baby. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Leaning over, I take her lips in a filthy kiss. I’m desperate to drag her back over the console and continue where we left off, but I hold myself back, knowing that at any moment, Luis is going to knock on the window, and there is no way I’m letting him experience that.

The only person who gets to see my girl losing control is me.

Only ever me.

That doesn’t mean I even attempt to stop the kiss until that knock does come. And then, it’s only because I know that I need to feed my girl before we continue that I pull back.

Her eyes are glassy with desire and her lips are swollen.

She looks beautiful.

And the way she gazes at me makes my heart miss a beat.

“Ella, I lo?—”

Another loud knock sounds out on the steamed-up window, making her giggle.

“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter under my breath before reaching over to lower the window.

“Evening, love birds,” Luis teases, his eyes zeroing in on the woman in my passenger seat.

“Hi,” Ella says a little breathlessly.

“Whoa, Rogers. What did you do to score a beauty like this?” he taunts.