I write back quickly.

Me: Btw…I love u more than you’ll ever know. Thanks for being there.

Claire: I’ll always be here for you.

Good. That’s really fucking good.

“So, I have to admit something.”

Claire looks back at me and grins. “What? Gosh, you look silly in that sombrero.”

I send her a devilish grin as I run my fingers along the huge-ass sombrero hat I’m wearing. It goes great with my poncho and khaki shorts. “This sombrero is what makes me look silly? Not the big black mustache?” I ask, twirling the ends of my pasted-on mustache.

She laughs as she rolls her eyes. “You’re right. That is what’s making you look silly.”

I pinch her butt as she walks by me, and she smacks my hand away as she goes to my mirror to put lipstick on. She’s wearing tight red shorts with a frilly, black, Mexican-inspired top. Her hair is back in curls, held up by a big black rose.

In other words, she looks fucking hot.

Looking at me in the mirror, she says, “What did you have to admit? Hey, stop staring at my ass.”

I chuckle as she pulls her shorts down some, trying to hide her assets, but there is no hiding that spectacular ass. “Hey, that’s my ass to look at, thank you.”

She sticks her tongue out before turning to look at me. “Whatever. Admit what you gotta admit.”

I stand and walk toward her, wrapping my arms around her waist and picking her up off the ground. She squeals, wrapping her arms loosely around my neck as I say, “You, my love, are muy caliente.”

Her face warms with color as she says, “Why, thank you. I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

“I do, thanks to four years of it in high school.”

I basically learned it so I could talk girls out of their panties, but I don’t think I should say that to my girlfriend. Might piss her off.

“Ooh, say more,” she demands, a lusty grin playing on her sweet mouth.

Letting her slide down my body, I tuck my fingers inside her shorts as I bring my lips close to her shiny red ones. I then whisper, “Tu estas muy caliente y demasiado bella, mujer. Te quiero acostar y hacerte cosas tan sucio.”

Taking in a sharp breath, she grins at me. “Good God, that’s hot. What does it mean?”

Nipping at her bottom lip, I say in a throaty, rough way, “You are so hot, my beautiful woman. I want to lay you down and do the nastiest things ever to you.”

As the last word leaves my mouth, I press into her with my pelvis, letting her feel every hard inch of me. Her eyes darken with color before she goes up on her toes, her lips only a breath away from mine. Everything she does makes me hard, even just her breathing. She’s so undeniably amazing and she drives me absolutely insane. Threading her fingers in my hair, she says, “I like when you talk dirty to me…especially in another language.”

I smile but then her lips are moving against mine. Holding her close, I move my tongue into her mouth and then along her tongue, deepening the kiss. Curving my tongue up, I lick the roof of her mouth before moving it again with hers. Pulling back, she kisses my bottom lip, then the side of my mouth before my jaw and then chin. Looking up at me, she says, “Red is a good color on you.”

She then turns my face so that I see myself in the mirror. Red lipstick is all over my face, and you can tell I just got done kissing the hottest girl in the world. She goes to wipe it off, but I stop her. “Don’t, I like it.”

“What? You like wearing lipstick? Weirdo! Let me wipe it off.”

“No, I want everyone to know that the girl with hot red lipstick kissed the hell out of me.”

Blushing, she pulls away as she reaches for her lipstick. “You’re crazy.”

I smack her ass playfully, making her jump, and her hand quickly replaces mine as she gives me a dirty look. “Ow! That hurt!”

“No, it didn’t,” I say, smacking her other cheek. “I’m gonna do that as I’m hitting you from behind later,” I say, waggling my brows at her.

“Smack my ass again and you won’t be hitting anything later but the bed to go to sleep,” she warns, her eyes sparkling with lust. Her face tells me she doesn’t like it, but those eyes, they love it. She turns to reapply her lipstick and I move behind her, rubbing my hands along her sweet cheeks.

“I’m sorry, baby. Here, let me rub them.”

She tries to ignore me, but when my fingers dance along the edges of the shorts, her eyes catch mine in the mirror and she says, “What are you doing, señor?”

“Trying to get a little piece of this sweet ass,” I say roughly against her cheek. “I’ve missed you all day.”

My hand snakes around the front, cupping her center, and I watch her eyes fall shut as I squeeze her. Teasing her a bit, I slide my finger along her delectable pussy. When a little sound leaves her mouth, my dick comes to life, pushing against the shorts I wear. Pulling her into me, I move my finger inside her shorts, then her panties, and just as I’m heading for what I’m craving, the door flies open and my cock-blocking brother walks in.

Removing my hand, I turn to look at him. “What?”

“Everyone is looking for you, and Claire, Rachael is looking for you,” he announces, and while I want to be mad that he interrupted us, I can’t help but chuckle at his outfit. He’s wearing khaki shorts with a white tank and a plaid shirt buttoned at the top. His hair is slicked to the side, and he’s drawn a teardrop under his eye.

We take Mexican Night seriously around these parts. I can’t wait till Cowboy Night.

“Thanks, Jayden,” Claire says, doing one more run of lipstick before turning to head for the door. “I’ll see you out there.”

“Good luck.”

She grins as she nods. “Thanks, babe.”

Then she’s gone, leaving me with my brother who is looking at me like I’m a science experiment gone wrong. “What?”

“You know you have lipstick all over your face, right?”

I nod. “Yeah, and did you know you just interrupted us?”

“Oh, my bad, I’ll knock next time,” he says, but I don’t believe him one bit.

“You say that every time,” I point out and he grins back at me, his green eyes flashing with mischief.

“Maybe one time I’ll remember, too.”