Tangled: A Moreno Brothers novella

  Books by Elizabeth Reyes

  Moreno Brothers Series

  Forever Mine

  Forever Yours

  Sweet Sofie

  When You Were Mine

  Always Been Mine

  Romero

  Tangled—A Romero Christmas story

  Making You Mine

  5th Street Series

  Noah

  Gio

  Hector

  Abel

  Felix

  Fate Series

  Fate

  Breaking Brandon

  Suspicious Minds (Coming in early 2015)

  Desert Heat Series

  Santiago Heat (A Desert Heat series prequel novella)

  Desert Heat

  TANGLED

  (A Moreno Brothers Holiday Novella)

  Elizabeth Reyes

  Tangled

  (A Moreno Brothers Holiday Novella)

  Elizabeth Reyes

  Kindle Edition

  Copyright © 2014 Elizabeth Reyes

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Edited by Theresa Wegand

  Cover Design by Amanda Simpson at Pixel Mischief Design

  To my comadre Inez
  “Oh what a tangled web we weave,

  When first we practise to deceive.”

  Sir Walter Scott

  Table of Contents

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Epilogue

  Note to my Wonderful Readers

  Excerpt from Felix

  Excerpt from Desert Heat

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  One

  Guess What?

  M

  anny held out his plate for Romero. “So why is she going back to work again?”

  “I told you. Because she wants to, okay?” Romero said, flipping over the burgers on the grill. “It’s not even a sure thing, so drop it already.”

  Manny shook his head as Romero put another burger on his plate. “I’m just saying Romeo ain’t even five and that kid’s the biggest momma’s boy ever. That’s gonna be tough.”

  “All right.” Romero slid a patty onto Manny’s plate, already feeling irritated. “First of all, he’s not a momma’s boy—”

  “Ha!” Manny scoffed before Romero could finish. “You hear that, Max? Romeo ain’t no momma’s boy?”

  Max laughed, looking at Romero. “Yeah, and Manny ain’t fat.”

  “Hey!” Manny suddenly frowned.

  Aida laughed, leaning into Manny as he took the seat next to her. “Don’t listen to him, sugar. You ain’t fat, and you”—she pointed at Romero—“don’t listen to them. Romeo just loves his mommy as much as his daddy does.”

  “That’s right,” Romero said just as Izzy walked out the back door, holding Romeo on her hip with one arm while talking on the phone with the other. “Babe”—he frowned, refusing to even look at Manny or Max—“why you holding him?”

  She motioned to him that she was on the phone as she let Romeo down.

  “Is she still wiping his ass too?” Manny asked, already jiggling with humor.

  Romero turned to his uncle, even more annoyed now. “No, she’s not, and he probably just woke up. He was taking a nap. He’s been having nightmares lately.”

  “Why?” Max asked. “Did you guys tell him she’s going back to work?”

  Manny started his wheezing laughter. “Yeah, that’ll give that kid nightmares.”

  Even Aida brought her hand over her mouth to smother her laughter, but she couldn’t hold back the snort that escaped her and only made them all laugh more.

  “You know what?” Romero said, pointing and waving his grilling spatula at all of them.

  “Guess what?” Izzy said, smiling big as she walked toward them. “I could be starting in as soon as a few weeks. That was Elliot,” she said, motioning to the phone.

  Romero lifted a brow, peering at her. “Who?”

  “Professor Banderas,” she said, “the one at the university who told me about the position in the first place.”

  “But last night you said the professor whose place you’d be taking might not leave after all.”

  “He’s not,” she explained, reaching for a cucumber slice. “But Elliot said he could use an assistant.”

  “You’re not an assistant,” Romero reminded her, gripping the spatula a little tighter. “You said you were excited about teaching again. That’s why you wanted to go back. And since when did this guy go from Professor Banderas to Elliot?”

  “He asked me to call him by his first name since we’re pretty much gonna be working side by side.” She took a seat across from Max at the patio table. “And he says I can do guest lectures a few times a week. He’ll even help me prepare them since this is a first for me.”

  Romero stared at her for a moment as she smiled sweetly—excited. The irritation he’d already begun to feel because of Manny and Max’s comment suddenly reached a new level.

  “Momma, look!” Romeo rushed up to Izzy, holding some flowers from the garden, then lowered his voice when he’d noticed he had everyone’s attention. They all heard him anyway. “They’re pretty like you.”

  Izzy took the flowers then pulled him to her. “Aw, my little Romeo!” She smothered him with kisses, making him laugh uncontrollably.

  Romero turned to his uncles and shot them a warning look before they started running their mouths again. He took another hard swig of his beer.

  “A few weeks, huh?” Romero asked, flipping over the burgers again and doing his best not to sound as irritated as this made him. “That’s kind of fast. What about the kids?”

  “That’s what we were talking about just now. Elliot’s fine with me coming in only while the kids are in school. I already checked, and the school can extend Romeo’s pre-K hours from three to five. So I’d drop them off and then be back to pick them up when they get out in the afternoon.”

  Romeo had since run off again. Izzy stood up from where she was sitting and walked over to Romero, leaning in to kiss him, then ran her hand over his abdomen. “Either you’re flexing or you’re tense,” she said, lowering her voice as she continued to run her hand over his abs.

  “Neither,” Romero said, pulling her to him.

  “Umm,” she said then giggled as she slipped her hand under his shirt. “Then those workouts are paying off. Very nice.”

  Romero peered at her for a second. It wasn’t unusual for her to compliment him or even feel him up unabashed the way she just had, but she had been known to try and butter him up when she thought he might be getting tense, and she already admitted she thought he might be.

  His uncles and Aida had gone back to their loud game of dominos. Standing behind the big barbeque built-in, she lowered her hand where nobody could see it. This was probably why
Izzy was being so blatant and her hand was still having fun under his shirt. “Something on your mind, Izzy?”

  “Now it is,” she said with a sinful smile as her hand moved down just inside the top of his shorts’ waistband. The kids’ squealing had her moving her hand upwards quickly with a frown. “But I guess that’ll have to wait until tonight when they’re in bed.”

  Romero smirked and leaned into kiss her a little deeper than he knew she’d be expecting. After a few seconds of his sucking her tongue, she pulled away, a bit breathless, looking around.

  “To be continued,” he said with a grin, staring at her lips.

  Izzy smiled, walking around him to the small fridge just under the counter. The moment she bent over he checked for the kids. They were far enough away, so he slipped his hand over her shorts, down her ass and between her legs.

  “Stop!” she whispered, straightening out and looking around.

  “Yeah, I better,” he agreed quickly, already having to adjust his crotch. “Damn!”

  Izzy giggled as she opened a bottle of iced tea and took a swig. She leaned her elbows on the counter, tempting Romero to caress her ass again, but he didn’t. Maybe if it were closer to the kids’ bedtime he would, but if he kept on, it would just be torture until they finally fell asleep that night.

  “So Elliot agreed that he’s good with me coming in only when the kids are in school.” Izzy screwed the top of her bottle back on, looking out at the play set where the kids played. “But twice a week he works in the evening, so I thought since you’re home in the evenings most the time—maybe just to change it up or if something’s going on where I need to be at the kids’ school that day—I can do some evening work instead.”

  Talk about a boner killer. Romero’s eyes immediately zeroed in on hers. But after years of working on it, he managed to keep his temper down to a mere sizzle. “Evening work?”

  Izzy’s hand was immediately on his arm. “He has an evening class twice a week. But if I do decide to go in at night, I’d only do it once a week.” Her hand squeezed his upper arm, sliding up and down slowly. “Wow, you really are tense.” She leaned over and lifted his sleeve, sprinkling kisses on his outer bicep. “We’re definitely gonna have to do something about this tonight.”

  Before he could comment on that or any of what she’d just laid on him, their daughter Mandy squealed, wrapping herself around his legs.”

  Within seconds, both his kids were running around Izzy and him, trying to tag each other. When they declared they were hungry, Izzy began putting plates together.

  The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful with no more mention of Izzy’s new job. Manny and Max didn’t even comment when Romeo asked Izzy to help him with his bath later in the evening. But Romero did catch the exchanged smirks as he walked them out.

  “He doesn’t know how to work the jets in our bathtub, okay?” Romero clarified as he walked them out.

  Neither commented, but Max did have more to say about her going back to work. “I just don’t get why she wouldn’t wait to go back to work until after he’s settled in school. Remember pre-K wasn’t such a smooth transition for Mandy. And your boy, well—”

  “It’s not full-time, Max,” Romero reminded Max, closing the door behind him as they all stepped out. “She’ll be there to drop him off and pick him up from school.”

  It was hard enough he had to play the part of the husband who was entirely supportive of Izzy going back to work. He didn’t need her hearing that his uncles had issues with it too.

  Fortunately, the subject was quickly switched to Max’s new luxury car as he showed off a few more of the gadgets it had. Romero managed to keep the conversation on Max’s car until they left. He stood there as Max drove away painfully slowly. As if his driving weren’t bad enough before, Max would now be driving even more “carefully,” which meant all the assholes who didn’t like driving the speed limit could just go around him. By the time Romero cleaned up the barbeque area and the kitchen, Izzy had both kids ready for bed.

  Time to go release some of the pent-up tension that’d only built up the longer he cleaned quietly. The unsettling thoughts, not just of Izzy going back to work but to be some dude’s assistant, sunk in even further.

  Two

  Compromise

  I

  t felt like old times—like when they’d first lived together and started their married life—when their lovemaking was always a long incredible marathon. You would think after all the time they’d already spent in bed tonight they’d be worn out. Yet there they were in the shower for a reason: because they’d been drenched in sweat after such an amazing lovemaking session. And they were as excited as teenagers.

  Isabel kissed Romero madly as he slammed into her against the shower wall. As he pumped into her a few more times until he came with a grunt, she wrapped her legs around him tightly, feeling that all-familiar sensation overwhelm her.

  “Oh my God!” She gasped as her body continued to tremble, holding on to him firmly because she didn’t want it to end. “That was . . .” she said breathlessly as she began to un-wrap her legs from his body.

  “Something,” he said, leaning his hard, wet body against her and kissing her softy then touching his forehead to her shoulder. “Something we need to do more often.”

  She smiled, still panting for air. Now she felt ready to collapse, and if Romero’s heartbeat against her chest were any indication, so was he.

  They rinsed off for the last time and got out. Isabel wrapped the towel around herself then around her head. Romero had already walked out into their bedroom in search of underwear, no doubt, the only thing he wore to bed. If it weren’t for the possibility of the kids walking in, he’d still be wearing what he used to wear to bed before the kids were born—nothing.

  Watching him walk around in his sexy-as-all-hell snug boxer briefs made her smile. She’d been right earlier about his workouts paying off. He’d never lost that tight look and those brawny muscles, but he’d pointed out a few months ago that his abs weren’t what they used to be ever since he starting slacking off from his workouts. The extra time he used to put in the gym he’d been spending with the kids instead, but lately, with the Amanda in school full-time now and Romeo in pre-K, her husband had stepped it up again, and he was even more breathtaking than usual.

  “That was nice,” she murmured as she walked out of the restroom. “I’m surprised we didn’t get interrupted.”

  He looked up at her and stopped, flashing that smirk of his, which even after all these years still made her insides warm. “That was fucking amazing. And I’m glad you enjoyed it, because I’m telling you it’s gonna start happening more often. Quickies are good and all, but nothing beats tasting you from top to bottom and taking my sweet time doing so.”

  He pulled her to him, groaning before kissing her neck. Isabel giggled as he loosened his hold on her and climbed into bed. She changed into her kid-friendly but still sexy lacy shorts pajamas then walked over and unlocked their bedroom door.

  She turned back to Romero, who was still eyeing her with that playful smirk. “That’s the good thing about no more babies,” she said cautiously, but the very words had his smile flattening. “We get to do this a lot more often.”

  “We managed even when the kids were younger,” he said, eyeing her a little too seriously.

  “I know,” she agreed quickly. “I’m just saying it’ll be easier now.”

  “I thought you said you were gonna give it until next year to decide.”

  “I am,” she said, climbing in next to him and cuddling him, her hands already roaming over his naked chest and abs.

  “Sounds to me like you’ve already decided.”

  “No, I haven’t.” She pulled back to look him in the eyes.

  She really hadn’t. Just the other day she and Valerie had had this conversation over lunch. Valerie and Alex were done having kids, but then they had four. Isabel did like the idea of a bigger family, and she knew how much Rom
ero wanted at least a couple more, but the thought of having to start all over was a bit overwhelming.

  “I was just making an observation,” she said. “I mean, honestly, when was the last time we were able to do that for that long without being interrupted?”

  Romero’s brow lifted, and she knew now maybe she shouldn’t have brought this up and ruined the wonderful night they’d been having.

  “Is holding off on this decision until the beginning of next year just your way of humoring me, Izzy?”

  “Of course not,” she said, sitting up and feeling a bit defensive suddenly. “I wouldn’t do that. I really am on the fence about it still. It’s just that we agreed I’d go back to work this fall, and I wanna see how that works out first. For all I know I could hate it, but”—she reached out and touched his face—“what if I love it? What if I realize I missed my career more than I thought I would?”

  Romero’s expression went even harder, and she had a feeling why. She’d picked up on it loud and clear earlier. He hadn’t been thrilled about her going back to work in the first place, and telling him she’d be working side by side with Elliot had been an even more unwelcome announcement. But Isabel had learned years ago it was best to just be completely honest even about the things she knew would be grating for him when it came to things of this nature. They’d been together long enough, and he knew better than to worry about things like this.

  “About that,” he said. “When you said you were looking forward to going back to work, you said it was because you missed teaching. Now you’re going back to push papers for this—”

  “I told you I’ll be lecturing—that is teaching.” She sat up, putting the pillow behind her. “It’s actually better this way. It’s almost as if I’m interning, like before I ever got my own class when I taught middle school. I got to take baby steps first and shadow other teachers. Only this time I’ll be getting paid to shadow.”