17. Rico
Chapter seventeen
Rico
I know she's planning on driving into the city to meet with Matty today to finally draft up divorce papers, but I need to see her.
She didn't answer my goodnight text from last night and Matty and Santiago have been left on read, too.
I had reached a point where I needed to know if she could accept me and this life or not. If she couldn’t, I wanted it to end now. I needed it to end. She consumed my every thought—I could barely sleep, and I was losing focus at work. I was on the verge of making mistakes, and if word got out that I wasn’t at my best, people would die. People I cared about. It was time to make a decision—this was either going to work or it wasn’t, but I had to know today. Matty and Santiago were already too attached, and none of us were willing to back down. We all wanted her, but she’s still married, and I don’t know what that means for any future with her.
I leave Santiago on guard in the SUV and walk up to her house. The minute I walk into her house the vibe is off. It's Monday, and the kids are in school, but she's frantic, hustling around, moving things, picking things up, putting them down again, with no real focus or aim. I watch her for a moment, trying to pick up clues for what's going on until she sees me. Her eyes bristle with tears, but her brow is furrowed like she's angry.
She holds up a hand to me in a 'stop' signal. "I'm sorry, Rico, I don't have time for you today."
Oh, fuck that. I walk carefully towards her. "What's happened, mami?"
She pulls out her bun before running her fingers through her hair and hastily putting it back up with hasty, jerky movements.
"I can't find the permission slip for Viv's field trip, I need to change the oil in my car, I'm going to be late getting Pickles to the vet, I don't know what we're having for dinner tonight." She spins in a circle like she was going someplace before changing her mind. I grab her by the shoulders. She's spiraling, but none of these things matter.
"Mami!" I shout at her. Her eyes finally focus on me, but her lower lip quivers. Fuck. "What's. Happened?"
She sighs shakenly before a single tear streaks down her face. "Alan brought his girlfriend to Viv's birthday party yesterday and fucked her in our bed. And somehow it's my fault." She whispers, the waver in her voice breaking me in two. "My phone's been blowing up all night and all day with people wanting to know what's going on. My mom's texting me that it's my fault, that I'm too stupid and fat for him to respect me enough not to fuck his mistress at his daughter's birthday party." She angrily swipes at the tears on her face.
This fucker is dead. He just doesn't know it yet.
"You. What do you want?"
She growls a little. "It doesn't fucking matter what I want. I've got to get this shit done."
I push her back against the wall, jostling her a little to get her attention.
I put my face inches from hers, my eyes burning into hers. "What. Do. YOU. Want?" I growl at her. Before the question is fully out of my mouth she answers.
"I want you to fuck me hard enough that I forget my own name."
Fucking. Done.
I've been burning for this woman since the moment I saw her. I was trying to be respectful of her marriage, or at least her desire not to be made into a cheater, but she's finally giving me the green light. I'm going to fuck her so good she can't stress about that worthless piece of shit husband and apparently degenerate mother. I'll have to press her on that later.
In a second I'm hard, in the next I've pulled down her yoga pants roughly, and in the third, I've freed my cock from my jeans. Ruthlessly I shove into her. Her head flops back against the wall with a sigh but more tears stream down her face.
My stomach drops. Fuck. Did I read her wrong?
"Did I hurt you? Fuck! I didn't prep you at all." I go to pull out of her. Fuck, did I just take from her? Like everyone else in her life? Have I fucked all this up before it's even begun?
She shakes her head, her watery green eyes burning into mine. "They're grateful tears."
"Grateful?"
"I'm so grateful you're giving me exactly what I asked for."
A rough fuck against the wall? Is the bar really that low for her?
Except, I can feel myself softening. I can't fuck a crying girl. I pull out of her before spinning her around and bending her over the kitchen island. Pressed against the cold marble, she gasps. Seeing her bent over, leggings bunched around her ankles, pretty pink pussy presented to me like my next favorite meal, I thrust into her again.
I set a wicked pace. I can already feel my own orgasm barreling through me quickly. But I need to get her there first.
Crack!
I slap her ass cheek hard, loving how quickly her pale flesh turns red. She's screaming, moaning, grunting, fucking coming unraveled and I love it. Her 'ah ah ah' is my new favorite song. One I want to hear over and over again.
I can feel my balls tingling and pulling up so I lean over her, snaking a hand between her breast and the marble, and my other around her hip to pinch her nipple and her clit. That's all it takes to detonate her. Her walls squeeze the life out of my cock and I come with a grunt and a groan into her.
Fuck, we never talked about birth control. I was so eager to give her what she needed I didn't stop to think.
"Please tell me you're on the pill," I whisper between pants.
She lamely waves a hand off the island. "Tubes tied." She answers, between her own pants. I pull out of her with a groan and go fucking feral at the image of my come dripping out of her red and swollen pussy.
I can't resist biting the pale globe of her other ass cheek - hard. She screams and jumps away.
Just below that, on her thighs, are red and angry scratch marks from where my zipper had dug into the backs of her thighs.
If I hadn't been sure before, this woman just became my absolutely favorite fucking addiction. I tuck myself back into my jeans before bending over and helping her step out of her leggings .
I scoop her up in my arms and take her upstairs. I go to take her to her room before I remember the last people to sleep in it were her husband and his mistress.
Instead, I take her to the guest room and lay her down on the mattress gently. She's soft and compliant in my eyes, a small, sweet smile on her face.
I give her a kiss on her forehand. "I'll be right back, mami." I go to her master bathroom and ransack the cabinets until I find some Neosporin. I shake my head. Out of all the things in the world this woman could ask for - and she could ask for anything, I'd give it to her - all she wanted was a rough fuck.
I text Santiago and Matty.
//Text message
Me: M - what vet does Hannah use? S - can you catch the cat and take her to the vet? Her name's Pickles. No idea what she needs, but the vet will. M - Can you come change Hannah's oil in her SUV? She's having a rough day and needs us.
Matty: Sure thing boss, what will you be doing?
I smile.
Me: Aftercare.
Santiago: Mother fucker.
Matty: Exactly ;)
I laugh for the first time in I don't know how long.
I walk back into the guest room and notice she's exactly where I left her. I gently roll her onto her stomach so I can treat her scratches.
"Do you remember your name, baby?" I ask gently.
"I do." She whispers back with a smile .
Fuck. "Apparently, I need to try harder," I grumble, displeased.
"Mami." She says with a sigh that I feel like she's been holding in for years. I smile.
"Good answer." I wrap Hannah in her comforter before walking downstairs and calling the school.
"This is Vivian Greenwich's dad. Could you get a note to her teacher to send another copy of her permission slip home? We can't seem to find it." The woman who answered apparently doesn't pick up on my accent and agrees happily. So I go back up to my woman.
I lay down next to her, content to just watch her sleep. Except she turns towards me and smiles. Fuck, I'd burn down the world to keep a smile like that on her face.
"Thank you, Rico. I'll take a minute or two and then get everything else taken care of. I just needed that release."
I shake my head at her. "It's been taken care of, mami."
She furrows her adorable brow at me. "What do you mean?"
"Santiago's got the cat, Matty's got your car, they're sending another copy of the permission slip home with Viv and I'm ordering pizza for dinner. I heard Santiago come in and leave again while I was in the bathroom. I'm sure we'll hear Matty in the garage in a minute."
She gasps and it reminds me of the first night we met her.
"You didn't have to do that." She whispers, a little stunned.
"I know."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?
"Being nice to me."
"Why not?"
"That's not an answer. "
"I'm glad you bought weed off of Tony that night."
Her face softens and she smiles. "I am too."
I run my hand up and down her thigh lazily.
“Seriously, though. Thank you. That was the first time I've gotten laid since I got pregnant with Jack.” She says with a satisfied glint in her eye.
FUCK.
My whole body groans. It was our first time, and the first time for her in five or six years and I fucked it up. Her first time after so long should have been special, slow, tender…or at least not bent over her kitchen island.
“Seven years?! You haven’t had sex in six years??” I ask in a half panic.
“Sex or anything else. No one’s touched me. I barely even have time to…you know…myself.” She shrugs.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I say, truthfully full of regret. I trace my hand down her face, but she simply smiles at me as if I've hung the moon.
“Don’t be,” she says, a wicked smirk on her face. She rolls towards me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “This first time with you…that was exactly what I needed.”
I check my phone. "We've got about two hours until you need to go pick up the kids. How about I worship you the way you deserve to make up for the quick fuck in the kitchen."
Her face falls, her brow furrows, and her lower lip pouts. "But I liked the quick fuck in the kitchen. "
I laugh, rolling her over onto her back and caging her in. "Then you'll really love it when I worship each one of your curves."