15. Chapter Fifteen
Maya
F riday flew by, I managed to get all of my running around done early, even squeezing in a waxing appointment, before I pampered myself in the afternoon with a manicure and pedicure. By the time I pulled into the guy’s parking lot, I was feeling both relaxed and excited.
I had packed a duffle with more clothes than I needed, but I figured I’d leave some over at their place.
I bought brand new bottles of my shower products: shampoo, conditioner, body wash, loofa, razor.
Being prepared was something I had learned in college.
Having a travel bag in the trunk in my car, ensured I never did that walk of shame the morning after.
“Moving in already?” Nico smirked when he saw my stuff .
Smiling, I shook my head. “You’re not that lucky, yet.”
He met me with a kiss and took my grocery bag with my toiletries in it. Glancing inside he laughed and headed for the bathroom. “But I’m not wrong, either.”
I just shrugged. He was probably right, it was inevitable, really. I’d never felt so strongly about anyone before meeting them and things with them were hot and heavy immediately. I wasn’t complaining, the chemistry was amazing. I just hoped that in a year from now, we still felt the same.
Marcos walked out of the bedroom a moment later and I smiled at him. Dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black button-down shirt, he looked sophisticated and dangerous. It was a breathtaking combination.
Thankfully I had texted Marcos earlier in the day and asked what I should wear.
When he said dressy, I opted for the little black dress I kept on hand for these sorts of occasions.
It hit mid-thigh and I briefly wondered how I might sit on a motorcycle, but figured Marcos wouldn’t tell me to wear a dress if he planned on taking his bike.
“You look beautiful,” Marcos said as he walked toward me. He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.
“Thank you,” I murmured as we parted.
Dinner with Marcos was not what I had expected. We hadn’t ended up at some fancy restaurant, no. Instead, he took me out for pizza at a local family-owned place, one of those places that had been in the neighborhood for decades. Afterwards, we hit a club and danced the night away.
Marcos was a surprisingly amazing dancer.
God, I loved every minute of dancing with him, from the dips to the spins, to grinding against him.
When the music changed to something more Hispanic, Marcos smirked and grabbed my hands.
“Ever danced merengue?” His accent thickened as he leaned into speak over the music.
“At a quinceanera, a long time ago.”
He nodded and led me through the moves. It was a series of hip swinging steps while also moving close together before spinning away and back in to each other again.
I let him guide me through it all, a smile on my face.
His sultry gaze was sinful as he watched my hips sway as I kept up with him.
My heart was pounding in my chest every time he pulled me in close and the scent of his cologne was a spicy mix that I knew I would imprint into memory for the rest of my days—along with that night.
After dancing the night away with Marcos at Starlight, he took me back to his place.
Jason and Nico were already in bed and the lights in the small living room were dimmed low.
Holding my hand, he led me through the apartment, to one of the small three bedrooms in the back.
Overall, the apartment was a tight space and I couldn’t see how I would be able to ‘move in’ like they kept talking about—there wasn’t enough room for all my stuff.
I still didn’t understand their zero-to-one-hundred thought process on our relationship.
We barely knew each other past being friends with Kara for the last two years, and they had demanded everything from me, immediately.
No, ‘hey let’s date’, it gone straight to: you come home with us, we keep you forever.
It set my heart pounding every time I thought of that night—graduation night. Apparently, I had celebrated so much more than just graduating college, as it was the night I had given into their demands.
Following Marcos into his bedroom, I blinked against the bright light as he flipped the switch. “Do you need to wash your face or brush your teeth?”
“Can I shower?”
“Yeah. Whatever you want. Treat this place like your home.” Marcos smiled at me before he started unbuttoning his dress shirt.
My mouth watered as I watched him. “Do you know where my bag went?”
Marcos pointed to the black duffle on the bed.
Grabbing the bag, I turned for the door and headed quietly across the hall to the bathroom. Nico already unpacked my toiletries and there was a fresh towel folded on the counter. They really were trying to move me in and make me feel at home.
I took my time in the bathroom, making sure to fully remove my makeup before I slipped into the shower.
I didn’t need to wash my hair just yet, so I washed the sweat and grime from the club away and washed my face.
When I finally climbed out of the shower, my limbs were relaxed and my movements languid.
Brushing my hair and teeth quickly, I moisturized my face and body, before I slowly dressed into the satin nighty I had bought for spending nights at their apartment.
When I was done, I walked out of the bathroom with my clothes bundled in my hands and my duffle bag slung over my shoulder, and headed across the hall to Marcos’s room.
His door was shut, so I quietly opened it, to find his room only lit by the table lamp.
Already lying in bed, Marcos has the blankets draped over his chest. Opening his eyes as I closed the door behind me, he smiled softly.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough and gravely.
I smiled back and set my dirty clothes on the floor next to my duffle bag, before I climbed over Marcos, and onto bed between him and the wall.
The queen size bed was pushed against the wall, and Marcos took up most of the mattress, leaving me enough room to shimmy in next to him.
I was surprised that he hadn’t initiated sex by now.
Was he just going to go to sleep? Expect me to sleep next to him?
“Relax,” he murmured.
Lying beside him, unsure of what to do, I giggled. “Are we not having sex?”
Marcos chuckled softly, before he rolled toward me. Sliding one arm under my head and wrapping the other around my hip, he turned me toward him, and pulled me in close. He kissed me softly before he pulled back. “Get some sleep, babe.”
Tucked under his chin, I wrapped an arm around his waist and sighed contently. Feeling warm, safe and secure, I drifted off to sleep with thoughts of love already flitting through my mind.
Marcos
I woke in the middle of the night to a mane of curls suffocating me.
Sometime during sleep, Maya had rolled over, so her luscious ass was pressed against my rock-hard cock.
She’d come to bed in that silky nightie that drove me wild and I’d had good intentions when we came home—I’d wanted to cuddle and not sleep together on our official first date—but it was hard to hold myself to that resolve now that those plump and juicy cheeks were cradling my dick.
My cock and balls were aching as I shifted them against Maya.
Sliding my hand up her thigh, I nearly groaned when I found she wasn’t wearing any panties.
I rubbed her bare, warm skin, watching for any kind of reaction from her.
She was dead to the world and her nightie had slipped up and over hips as I ran my hand over her thigh and hip.
Taking a gamble, I rolled away from her and quickly shimmied out of my boxers, trying not to shake the bed too much as I got naked.
Flinging my boxers off the side of the mattress, I rolled back against Maya’s backside and slid in close.
Maya, for her part hadn’t moved. Her breathing was slow and steady, unchanging.
I continued where I left off, sliding my hand down her thigh to behind her knee.
Pushing her knee and leg forward, I bent her knee, opening her legs.
Sliding my fingers through her folds, I found her warm and wet already.
I fingered her slowly, spreading her juices before I slid my cock between her folds. Soaking myself in her slick, I slowly pushed myself inside her, all the while monitoring her breathing and reactions.
Her breath hitched, when I was finally fully seated inside her warm and slippery cunt.
When she didn’t stir, I slid my hand over her hip and around her belly, resting my hand over the small swell of her tummy.
“One of these days, Mi Vida , I’m gonna breed you.
” I pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck and slid my other arm under her neck, settling in close.
“I’m gonna give you my baby and watch this belly swell with my seed. ”
Maya’s breathing stayed steady, her chest still rising gently as I vowed to her and myself that I would make that happen one day. The idea of her carrying my child just struck a chord within me, it felt right on so many levels that I knew I would have to make it come true one day.
Thrusting my hips, my bare cock fucking into her, I had to stifle my groan as her wet hot heat sucked me in, her body begging for more. “I almost want to wake you up so you hear all the filthy things I’m gonna do to you.” Almost.
I made love to her slowly, continuing to whisper the dirtiest things I could think of, making a promise to myself to fulfill each one of them.
When I came, my body shaking as I laid besides her, I made sure not to jostle her as I monitored her breathing: still slow and steady. I pressed a small barely-there kiss to her temple, before I slow pulled out of her.