By the time I hit the stairs, I heard men's voices coming from the kitchen.

I rounded the stairs and saw Hector through the kitchen door.

He wasn't in nightclothes, he had on jeans and a tight, black t-shirt but no belt. His feet were bare and his hair was wet which meant he'd been up long enough to shower.

Now, how did I sleep through that?

Seriously, this was getting weird. I never slept through anything.

Maybe it was all the sex.

I saw he had a coffee cup in his fist and his eyes were on someone who was talking but they cut to me when they caught me rounding the stairs.

Even from the distance of across the living room and kitchen, I saw his eyes go lazy and his mouth form a small grin.

At his look, my knees went weak.

Last night, after the Zanos left, we didn't go to bed to sleep. We went to bed and he made love to me (yes, for the third time!).

The first time had been amazing.

The second time, "working up to it", meant slow and sweet and even more amazing.

The third time, mostly (but obviously not totally) sated, Hector had taken his time, it was clear he felt like exploring and he did. What he didn't feel like was allowing me to explore, so he didn't. His undivided and prolonged attention produced an orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced in my life.

Amazing didn't do it justice.

The word to do it justice hadn't been invented yet.

On this thought, I walked into the kitchen but I did it on shaking legs.

Luke Stark was there, as was Native American Hottie, or who I knew now was Vance.

I walked straight to Hector.

This might have been rude. Perhaps I should have gone to Luke and Vance and offered my hand. Hector seemed in a mellow mood but even though these guys were pretty badass, the whole Hot Bunch/Rock Chick crew was a rather huggy lot. I didn't want Luke or Vance to hug me in front of Hector. They were his friends but who knew what Mr. Mood Swing's response would be and, after what happened yesterday morning with Ren, I wasn't taking any chances.

"Sadie, you know Luke. This is Vance Crowe," Hector introduced as his arm slid along my shoulders and he tucked me into his side.

I nodded and said, "Hi, Vance." Then my eyes moved to Luke. "Hi, Luke."

One side of Luke's mouth went up in a sexy, half-grin. Vance's mouth formed a smile that was so confident it was breathtaking.

I stared at them and it struck me that they were seriously hot. Tall, great bodies, clothes that defined their well-toned muscles. Vance had black, shiny hair pulled back in a ponytail at his neck. Luke had short-clipped black hair and a mustache that was shaved precisely down the sides of his mouth.

I decided that Luke's mustache was absolutely aces. Normally, a mustache like that on a man (in my personal opinion) would look pretty stupid. On him, it was fantastic.

"Mamita," Hector muttered and my body jerked as I realized, belatedly, I was staring at Luke Stark's mouth.

Oh no.

I figured certain sure I was in trouble.

Slowly, I looked up at Hector, expecting to be scorched by a Hector Glare.

Instead, his lips were twitching and he looked like he was having trouble not laughing.

Since I'd been awake for about five minutes and hadn't had time to decide who I was going to be that morning (Ice Princess, New Sadie, Attitude Sadie, Take Charge Sadie, or some other Sadie perhaps After-A-Night-of-Loads-of-Amazing-Sex-with-Hector-Sadie), my personalities decided for themselves.

Attitude Sadie clicked in and snapped, "What's funny now?"

I watched as he began to lose the fight with his hilarity.

"You," he answered.

"What's funny about me?" Attitude Sadie asked sharply.

"Everything, mamita," Hector informed me, his eyes still lazy, his smile blazing white, Attitude Sadie having no affect on him at all, whatsoever. "You're hilarious," he added.

My eyes narrowed. "I am not hilarious. Especially not at six o'clock in the morning before I've had my coffee," I retorted then, for some bizarre reason, I ranted on. "No. Wait. Never. I'm never hilarious. So, for the last time, stop laughing at me," I finished on a haughty demand.

"Lover's spat." I heard Luke mutter and he sounded amused too. My eyes moved to him upon the unwelcome reminder that we had an audience and embarrassment edged Attitude Sadie into the background as Luke continued, "Time to go."

Both Luke and Vance were still smiling. Luke's half-smile had changed to engage his whole mouth and I tried not to look because, at the glance I caught, I knew a good look would definitely get me into trouble.

I decided to attempt to switch to New Sadie because Attitude Sadie was making me the laughingstock of the Hot Bunch.

Apparently everyone thought I was hilarious (except me).

"It's not a lover's spat. I just need coffee," I informed them, trying to sound casual and like I often wandered around in pajamas in a kitchen full of handsome men after a night of sex and a mini-attitude-rant.

Still going for casual and confident, I pulled out of Hector's arm and went to the coffee. I yanked out the pot, turned and held it up to the boys, asking sweetly, "Warm up? Luke? Vance?"

This gesture, for some reason, produced more amused looks.

Now, really, was it me?

What was so darned funny about offering coffee?

Finally, putting his mug down, Vance said, "Thanks, Sadie, got shit to do."

Luke followed suit.

I wondered what "shit" they had to do at six o'clock in the morning.

Did these guys ever sleep?

I thought about asking the Rock Chicks, obviously they would know then I decided I didn't want to know because their answers might scare me.

They said their good-byes, so did I, and Hector followed them to the front door.

I made myself coffee and tried to get my thoughts in order so I didn't make an even bigger fool of myself.

I had no practice with this kind of situation, waking up after a night of sex and a nocturnal visit from the Zano Family only to find early morning casual company in the form of friends.

Who, I wondered, did? Except Hector, of course, if the last couple of days were anything to go by, this seemed normal for him.

My thoughts were nowhere near ordered (but my coffee was ready) when Hector came back into the kitchen.

I'd turned and leaned against the counter, the mug was mostly to my mouth, when, in another Smooth Hector Move, he got close, pulled the mug out of my hand and placed it on the counter beside me.

"Hey!" I said, looking at my coffee mug. "I was drinking that!"

My head moved around and, before I knew what was happening, Hector kissed me.

It wasn't a soft, sweet, morning kiss.

It was a fiery, hungry, urgent kiss and, apparently unable to fight it (though, I had to admit, I didn't try), I melted on the spot.

It went from kissing to kissing and groping and then Hector pulled his flannel shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. His hands went into my camisole at the sides then up my back, trailing heat everywhere they went.

I followed suit, putting my hands up his t-shirt at the back, my fingers roving his hot skin.

All of a sudden, his mouth disengaged, he stepped back and grabbed my hand, turning and dragging me behind him.

I should have said something but I had to concentrate on running to keep up with his long strides. At the stairs, he took them two at a time, pulling me behind him.

Not surprisingly, I stumbled. He turned and caught me, lifting me up, an arm at my waist, one at my knees, he spun and my legs went flying as he hitched me more safely in my arms.

He walked directly to his bedroom and tossed me on his bed.

Yes, tossed me on his bed!

At this, I felt my nipples go hard and tingles flew through my body on a beeline between my legs where I felt an immediate, delicious wetness invade.

I watched, my breath coming fast, as he tore off his shirt.

I decided to follow suit and tugged off my camisole as he watched while undoing the top buttons of his jeans.

Once I tossed my camisole to the side, he leaned over, put one hand to the bed and the other arm slanted across my waist and he yanked me up, my back arched, his mouth came down on my nipple and, without leading into it, he sucked deep.

"Oh God," I breathed, pretty certain sure I was going to climax on the spot.

Instead, my hands went to the drawstring of my pajama bottoms and I tugged it. Hector's mouth left me, he yanked down my bottoms, taking my panties with them and then shoved me back to the bed.

My behind hit the bed, I kicked off my clothes but leaned forward, my fingers coming up, I undid the rest of the buttons on his jeans and pulled them all the way down.

And I saw him, right there, in front of me.

And I liked what I saw.

And I wanted it.

And it was fucking well my turn to explore.

So I scooted to the edge of the bed, head tilted back to look up at him, his eyes blazing into mine, I wrapped my hand around him and took him in my mouth.

"Dios mio," he groaned then he said more stuff in Spanish, his fingers diving into my hair, pulling it away from my face and holding it behind my head in his fists.

He let me explore, let me taste him for what felt like a nanosecond (but was probably longer, it was just that I liked what I was doing and I knew Hector did too which made me like it all the more) then his hands went under my armpits, lifting me clean up into the air. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck and then he went forward, I went back, both of us landing on the bed.

Before I had a chance to get used to our new position, he was inside me and not like last night. This was different, harder, rougher, not in either of our control and therefore shocking in its intense beauty.

He pulled my legs up at the knees until they were tucked against his sides and he kept slamming into me, one of my arms wrapped around his back, the other hand in his hair.

We weren't kissing and I heard our noises drifting around us, his low, deep grunts mingled with my softer whimpers. His face was in my neck and he was groaning there, breathing hard. My face was in his neck and I was moaning there, breathing hard and alternately tasting him and even (no kidding!) biting the flesh at his shoulder.

Then, all of a sudden, he stopped moving, his body buried in mine.

"Jesus, fuck, Sadie," he muttered in my neck. "Fuck," he repeated, his arms going tight. "Give me a second."

I was blinking, rapidly, surprised that he stopped and wanting the movement, the pounding, even our noises back.

"For what?" I asked.

His mouth came to my ear and he whispered, "I don't want to hurt you."

I closed my eyes and my arms went tight.

"You aren't hurting me," I promised, I squeezed him with my thighs (and other parts of me besides) and I heard him make a noise low in his throat. The noise spurred me to coax, "Keep going."

"Hang on," Hector murmured, still fighting for control even as he ground deeper (which felt good, good enough for me to remember that I wanted more).

It was my turn to make a low noise in my throat then I repeated, "Keep going."

"Sadie " he started but my arm moved, my hand went to his fantastic behind, the fingers of my other hand fisted in his hair. My movements made his head come up and I pressed my lips to his.

"Hector, please," I whispered, my voice a mixture of begging and demanding, "Please... fuck me."

I watched his eyes grow dark then his head slanted, his mouth took mine in another wet, hungry kiss and he did as I asked, wild and rough, until, minutes later, almost at the same time, we both exploded.

It was hard and hot and so overpowering, I moaned deep into his mouth as my body convulsed beneath his.

It took what seemed like forever to come down, tremors coursing through me as I concentrated on Hector, his body still pressing into mine, his breathing on my neck, going slowly from heavy to soft.

His weight bore down on me and I realized, to my surprise, that after the intensity of what we just shared, I felt even more snugly, warm, safe and comfy than I ever had before when I was with him (which was to say, ever in my life).

And, obviously, that was saying something.