Chapter 32
Diesel
W ith my bike parked in front of Shay-Lee’s office, I leaned against it and waited for the brat to come out. Checking my phone for the time, I snorted. He said he’d be done almost thirty minutes ago, and yet, there I was, waiting. Not that I minded since now I had all the time in the world.
After I gave Dion the name of his mole, the French fucker actually let me go. He snapped his fingers, and just like that, I was fucking free. When he first told me he planned on cutting my debt by one year, I thought he was bullshitting me, but it turned out he wasn’t. It had been weeks since I’d last heard from him or Gale, and I didn’t miss them in the slightest. The only one who still contacted me was Oro, who had a hard time with my leaving. Well, tough shit ’cause ain’t no fucking way I was going back to that hell.
“There you are,” I said with a grin as Shay-Lee stepped out of the building and ran toward me. I pushed away from my bike just in time to catch him after he threw himself at me.
He immediately latched himself to me with his arms and legs wrapped around my body and his face nuzzled in my neck. “I missed you,” he spoke, his lips ghosting my skin .
I took a moment to inhale his sweet scent that I was a sucker for before kissing his head.
“Missed you, too, Llorón.”
He pulled back from the tight hug to look at me. “Aww.” He brushed his finger over my almost healed nose. “The cute bandage is gone,” he said as I put him back down.
“Well, it’s been three weeks.” I rubbed the bridge of my nose, which now had a small bump that wasn’t there before.
“Fuck, does time fly,” he chuckled, then took the helmet I handed him and put it on.
He looked adorable in it.
Shay-Lee had a point about time flying because it was ridiculous that it had already been three whole weeks since we’d started living together again. When he first said he didn’t mind how small my place was, I thought he’d back off from the idea two days in, only he didn’t, and so far, he hadn’t complained. Not once . While my flat wasn’t huge, it was enough for the two of us, minus Shay-Lee’s closet, which was currently stored in a condo he got only for that. Yeah, the little skank bought a whole penthouse just to store his clothes while he himself lived with me in a fucking warehouse. If that ain’t love, I don’t know what is.
I climbed on my bike, and once he got on behind me, I asked, “Where are we going?” Earlier today, he said he had plans for us for tonight.
Shay-Lee hugged me close, his hot body pressing into mine. “That’s a secret, but first, I wanna stop to change clothes.”
“In that penthouse you bought?”
“Yes, please.”
Shaking my head, I huffed, “I still can’t believe you bought a place just for your clothes.”
“Are you aware of how rich I am?”
God, he sure was entitled.
“Enlighten me.”
“Let’s just say that buying this penthouse was like buying gum at the store.” He rested his chin on my shoulder. “Besides, it’s not my money but my dad’s, and I’ll make it my life’s mission to spend it until the last fucking dime.”
I knew he was trying to joke and make light of it, but it fell flat, and I could see right through him. And yet, not wanting to make the smile he currently had vanish, I ignored it. For now .
“Hold on tight, Princesa , or you’ll fall off.”
“By now, I’m already a professional backseat bitch.” While speaking, he cupped my dick over my pants, and I laughed.
“You’ll get us arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Never stopped us before,” he casually purred before moving his hands up to rest on my abs. “Now, drive! Or we’ll be late.”
Fuck .
I loved this man.
Shay-Lee
I asked Camilo to take me to the penthouse under the pretense of changing clothes while, in fact, I had to pick up something . Still, just so he wouldn’t suspect anything, I put on a new outfit before going back downstairs, where he was waiting for me.
“Will you look at you?” He whistled while shamelessly eye-fucking me from head to toe.
Giving a little spin to show off my sexy ass in the tight black leather pants that clung to me like a second skin, I then fixed the matching jacket. “A backseat bitch or what?” I purred with an additional wink right before he grabbed my jacket and pulled me into a kiss.
“You’re the single most sexy thing I have ever seen,” he murmured over my lips and attempted to dive in for another kiss when I stopped him.
“Hold on, Romeo, we have places to be.”
“If it ain’t my bed, I’m not interested. ”
“Down, boy.”
Camilo grunted after I shoved him away from me and walked to his bike.
“Stop whining. It isn’t sexy.” I patted the seat of his bike. “Now, get your sexy ass over here and start this beast.”
He glared at me with a raised brow, probably thinking of ways to punish me later, before he joined me on the bike.
“Will you at least tell me where we’re going?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” And he did .
After a long ride, which could have been shorter if he had just listened to my directions instead of arguing with them, we arrived at one of the best theater venues in LA, which was our first stop for the night.
“You’re serious?” Camilo gaped at me after taking off his helmet.
Smiling like a jackass, I nodded. “Fuck yeah,” I said while looking at the huge billboard displaying tonight’s show. “I bet you haven’t been to the ballet lately.” I turned to face Camilo in time to catch the most precious smile ever spreading on his face.
He got off his bike and moved to me. “You’re taking me to the ballet now?”
I placed my hands on his chest and straightened the fabric of his shirt, which was crumpled from me fisting it the whole ride here. “I am.” I checked my watch. “And we better get moving, or we’ll be locked outside.” I read online that they locked the doors once the show started.
Camilo bit on his bottom lip before he leaned in and kissed me. As his lips moved along mine, he laced our fingers together, and once our mouths parted, he made me run with him so we wouldn’t be late. We were literally the last to arrive at the theater, and the second we took our front-row seats, the lights went off, and the first dancer came onstage. It was the same dancer we went to see years ago, Lexus Lloyd, who I knew Camilo adored. And while the show was different, as were the group performing and the settings, my feelings for Camilo weren’t, and I still felt the same irrational love for him as I did back then. If not stronger . Back then was the first time I realized I was in love with him, and while many things had happened since, the butterflies I felt just from sitting next to him hadn’t left.
I turned to glance at Camilo, who was all but fixated on the stage and dancers. The light from the stage reflected in his eyes, and my heart warmed with knowing he was having fun. And while I couldn’t really say ballet had grown on me, I definitely had fun because he did, and that meant everything to me. My only problem with the show was that principal dancer, who only seemed to get hotter over the years, but that was a different matter…
Strolling out of the theater holding hands, I leaned against him and enjoyed the chilly night air that hit my face while Camilo went on explaining tonight’s show. I lost track when he mentioned a Nutcracker, and my dirty mind immediately went to his nuts and how much I was dying to suck on them—
“You’re not listening, are you?” Camilo chuckled while nudging me a bit closer.
“Nah, you lost me at nuts .”
“You’re a hopeless case.”
“A hopeless case you can’t live without.”
“True.” He kissed the top of my head. “Wanna grab something to eat before we go home?”
“Go home? Who said anything about going home?” We reached his bike, and I took my helmet from his hand.
“So where are we going?”
“Someplace special.” I put the helmet on when he crowded me against the bike.
“Care to elaborate?”
Pursing my lips together, I shook my head. “Nah.” I then climbed on top of the bike and grabbed the handles. “When will you teach me to ride this monster? ”
Camilo didn’t hesitate before climbing on behind me, and my skin prickled as I felt his strong body pressing to my back.
“Do you mean it?” He covered my hands with his before moving us together to hold the clutch. “Or are you just trying to turn me on?”
With how close he was, I could feel his dick pressing into my ass. Knowing I affected him this easily made me giddy, and I smirked before glancing at him over my shoulder. Sure, my half helmet made me look like a goof, but Camilo said more than once I was adorable with it.
“Maybe both?”
“Fine.” He dropped his hands and hugged me. “I’ll teach you how to ride if you tell me where we’re going.”
“Bachata.”
“Bachata?”
“We’re going to dance bachata.”
Diesel
When Shay-Lee said we were going to dance bachata, I half thought he was joking. Now, making our way inside a nightclub with Latin music booming through the speakers, I realized he was damn serious. Holding hands, Shay-Lee led the way through a long, dark hall until we reached a large space. The place was sexy AF, with good music, an amazing vibe, and hot people moving on the dance floor to the sexy sounds of bachata, which was named the hottest dance in the world for a damn good reason.
“Let’s have a few shots before you teach me how to move,” Shay-Lee purred, already pulling me toward the bar, where he asked for four shots of tequila.
After the barman placed them on the counter, with additional salt and lemon slices, Shay-Lee grabbed one glass and offered it to me .
“For you,” he said with a devilish smile coating his precious lips.
I took the shot from him, then grabbed his hand and brought it to my mouth. Keeping our eye contact, I parted my lips and sucked the spot between his thumb and finger.
“That’s so sexy.” He bit on his bottom lip while I spread salt over the wet area.
Smirking, I ducked down, licked the salt from his skin, took the shot, and finished off by sucking on the lemon. My throat still burned with the liquor when I pulled him into a kiss. Probably tasting the tequila on my tongue, Shay-Lee moaned into the kiss. Licking into my mouth, he didn’t hold back and tried reaching for more when I fisted his hair and pulled his head back. He gave me a small smirk right before I brought the other shot glass to his mouth and forced him to drink. He groaned, and I shut him up with a slice of lemon, which he sucked as if it was my dick.
Fuck . The dirty look he just gave me went straight to my cock, and licking my lips, I adjusted myself before going back to kissing him. Shay-Lee noticed my excitement and pushed his thigh between my legs before he, unfairly, broke the kiss and grabbed the other two shots from the bar.
“Cheers to us.” He offered me the shot while holding my stare.
My heart skipped a beat, and only because of how fucking happy I was. Being here, in this club, ready to dance with the man I loved—it felt un-fucking-real, and unable to contain my smile, I took the glass from him, but not before bending down.
“ Te amo, mi amor ,” I whispered in his ear, then pulled back and took the shot.
He blushed like the cute kitten that he was but snapped out of it soon enough as he took off his jacket and tossed it on the bar. “Let’s dance,” he said, grabbing my shirt and pulling me into the center of the room, where everyone was dancing.
One glance around was enough to tell we were the only gay couple in here, not that it mattered. Not once since I first fell for him did I stop to question my sexuality because it simply didn’t mean shit. He was my everything . End. Of. Story.
Once we reached the middle of the dance floor, I took a second to listen to the music and understand its rhythm before I grabbed Shay-Lee’s hand and, with my other hand placed on his hip, began moving to the sound. Shay-Lee might not have been a professional dancer, and neither was I, for that matter, but he knew how to sway his hips, and it was sinfully sexy.
With one arm draped around his back and the other holding his hips, I had my thigh between his legs while we moved together as one. Two steps to the left, then to the right, we were on a roll, high on fucking life.
The music changed, and with the switch, I spun him around so now his back was plastered to my chest, his ass grinding against me with each step we took. Bachata wasn’t about sex but passion, so with my hand on his hip, I guided him a bit slower so he’d understand it wasn’t about grinding but swaying and coordinating our movements to the Latin rhythm.
“It’s all about letting your body follow the music,” I whispered to his ear while holding his hips with both hands. “Imagine it flowing through you.” In a quick move, I spun him back so he was a bit farther from me before I pulled him close until our chests bumped. His eyes met mine, and the excitement in them was precious. His face was already flushed, and a bit of sweat coated his forehead. I loved it. I loved how raw this moment felt, and so, in a move that flew through me like a wave, I brushed the hair off his face before sending him into another spin.
I led the motion while he followed through, dancing with me like he was born to do it. In that moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist as it was just him and me. He was the center of my world by all means, and there wasn’t a better way to show it than through bachata. When he spun or swayed his body, my eyes were locked with his, and so was my heart, which beat for his existence. We danced until our chests were heaving and our legs were sore, and not even then did we stop. Truthfully, I had no idea how long we were dancing for, but I didn’t want it to end and simply wished to dance with him forever .
Unfortunately, around 2:00 a.m., the club closed, and we had no choice but to move the dancing someplace else.
Outside in the street, Shay-Lee was still spinning around while smiling from ear to ear. “What do you say, should I sign up for some dance classes?”
“Dance classes?” I grabbed his body and pulled him into my arms. “Baby, you’re already a pro.” I kissed him while walking him backward and in the direction of my bike. Shay-Lee giggled over my lips, his fingers running through my short hair.
“Well, I’m definitely a pro in bed—”
“Take this disgusting shit out of the street,” some asshole spat from behind us.
Shay-Lee’s hands dropped from around me. In time, I turned to see some drunk fucker walking behind us. Since I was too damn high from the night and also assumed this piece of junk was trying to make an impression on the girl he had his arm wrapped around, I thought of letting it slide, but he had to open his mouth again .
“You homos make me sick.” He spat on the ground.
Holding my stance, I held his ugly stare. “Is that so?”
The fucker’s jaw twitched before he pushed away from his girl and stepped toward me.
What a fool.
“Stop looking at me,” he snarled.
And even though his spit hit my face, I still didn’t budge and instead waited for him to make another mistake.
“Camilo, let’s just go,” Shay-Lee said while nudging my elbow. “He isn’t worth it.”
I turned to look at him, and my stomach hurt with the anxiety on his face. In fact, the way he looked at me was enough to make me drop it, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and turned to go.
“Yeah, asshole, listen to your bitch. ”
“What did you say?” I hissed, slowly turning to look at the fucker.
“I said, listen to your bitch .” Smiling like a moron, as if he’d just said something smart, this caremondá looked around the parking lot and the few people that had gathered around. He was probably so full of himself because next, he decided to be an even bigger man and tried tossing a punch my way.
Idiot.
I dodged it without so much as wasting a breath, then right-hooked him so hard his lame ass got knocked out. His girl, who had thus far supported her crappy man , was now screaming for help as I moved above him and crouched down.
“Do I really look like the type of guy you should mess with?” I eyed his bloodied face, thinking back on all the losers who were no different from him that I beat up over the past few years. “Make sure to wash that dirty mouth of yours with soap when you get home.” I patted his cheek before getting up.
Shay-Lee dashed to me immediately, not wasting time before taking my hand. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get home,” he said, loud enough for the loser lying on the ground to hear.
Well, who knew one homophobic asshole could make my night even better .