"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...