Chapter Forty-Five
“If you keep licking your ice cream cone like that, I’m gonna have to pull over and teach you a lesson about teasing me,” I groan, side-eyeing Elise as she sweeps her tongue from the base of her pistachio ice cream all the way to the tip with one languid stroke.
“It’s not my fault you’re a horny man with an insatiable appetite,” she taunts.
“Actually, I’m pretty sure it is. I wasn’t even this horny in first year,” I admit, clamping a hand down on her thigh as I try to focus on the road and not the way she’s tormenting me.
“Well, then I’m glad to be the one to help you raise your testosterone. I hear that shit plummets in your old age.” Now I know she’s just begging to get fucked.
I pull off on the shoulder of the empty road, nothing but farmland and the occasional car for miles.
She doesn’t even have the acumen to ask me what we’re doing. No, she just rolls down her window, tosses what’s left of the cone out of it, and turns back to me, her finger pressing down on the button, rolling it back up as she smirks at me.
I unbuckle each of us before grabbing her around the waist and hauling her over the centre console and into the back seat.
I climb over it next, my wide shoulders and long legs making the task nearly impossible, but Elise is already scrambling to get her shorts and underwear off, giving me the perfect incentive to hurry up.
“You should know better, Elise,” I tell her, pinning her with a glare as I manoeuvre around the backseat, releasing my cock from my gym shorts and rolling on a condom from my wallet.
“Know better than to what, Coach?” Her face is a mask of innocence. Emphasis on the word “mask.”
“Than to call me old or to taunt me into wrecking you and this sweet cunt of yours. All you have to do is ask,” I remind her as I climb over, positioning myself at her entrance.
She bats her lashes at me, those blue eyes churning with mischief. “I’m sorry,” she says, running her hands up my chest and bringing her lips to my ear, “will you please wreck my pussy, Rafa?”
A groan slips past my lips, and all restraint is long gone as I plunge into her tight cunt. She squeezes around me, and tingles trail down my spine as she moans, clawing at my back.
I pump my hips against hers, balancing a hand above her head. “God, I wish I could choke you right now,” I admit, my fingertips itching to wrap around her throat.
“Then do it,” she pants.
I shake my head. “Not enough room, and I’d break your fucking neck if I did at this angle,” I grunt as she rolls her hips.
“I’d offer to get on top, but I’m already close,” she admits, her chest heaving as she squirms beneath me.
“Oh, fuck me.” I moan, resting my weight on her and burying my face in her neck as my balls tighten and her pussy spasms.
“Yes!” she shouts. “Oh, fuck, yes, Rafa, please,” she cries out, winding her legs around my waist and clamping her thighs down on my hips. Her nails dig into my back; the bite of her clawing at my flesh has me tumbling quickly over the edge with her.
We lose ourselves in each other, and when we’re both sated, for now anyway, I press a kiss to her neck, smiling against her skin.
“Hey, Rafa?” she asks.
I clear my throat. “Mhmm?”
“Thanks for the ice cream,” she says, but hidden within her whispered words is an entirely different meaning, one that has my heart clenching in my chest.
“You’re welcome, mi vida. ”
I lift up off of her, ready to get us home, but when I look up, a scream rips from my throat. “Ahh! What the fuck?!” I shout, hitting my head on the roof as Elise rushes to sit up, her head swinging to where my eyes are.
Hers grow to the size of saucers as she stares at the big brown eyes looking back at us. A fucking cow is peering through our window. Its moist black nose is pressed against the glass as it chews the grass hanging out of its mouth.
“I hope you got a good show, perv,” I tell the cow, and a startled laugh finally breaks free from her lips, and mine follows suit.
I shake myself out, smiling as I help her over the console and back into her seat before I get out of the car, opting to get back in the driver's seat the easier way.
“Alright, trouble, let’s get you home,” I say, resting my hand on her thigh.
She relaxes into her seat, humming along to the song now playing through my speakers.
I was reluctant to leave Elise at her place, but I have a game in the morning, and I recognise that it’s easier this way. Doesn’t mean I like it anymore though. I’ve rapidly grown to adore having her beside me at night, and the rate that my soul has begun to crave her is alarming.
Despite knowing that, it still makes it nearly impossible to fall asleep, missing her.
It’s just before midnight here, which means it’s eight at night in Argentina, so I pick up the phone and call Carlos.
“ Che, hermano ,” he says, answering on the third ring.
“ Che, Carlos, qué anduviste haciendo ?” I ask.
“Just watching a game, going to get ready for bed soon. What’s up with you? You sound…different?” he says, phrasing it as more of a question than a statement.
“Yeah,” I say, chuckling, “I guess I have been a little different recently.”
He takes a long pause, processing my words, but when he speaks, I swear I can practically see the wide grin stretch across his tan face.
“ Uy ! It’s a woman! You’re dating someone!” he practically shouts into my ear.
“We aren’t dating, but?—”
“ But you want to be!” he says, cutting me off.
“Yeah, I think I do,” I admit, suddenly feeling sheepish.
He practically begs me to tell him every single detail about her and how we met, and by the time I get through it all, it’s nearly two in the morning for me.
“She sounds great, Rafa.” His voice is gentle in the way it always is when he’s about to spill some sort of truth serum all over my head. “I think you’ve got to just tell her you want more so neither of you end up getting hurt in the end. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” I grumble, and while my words don’t sound convincing because truthfully, I’m nervous as hell with everything that’s at stake here, I am confident in this.
Because he’s right. If I don’t admit that I want to get to know her beyond “casual sex and occasional companionship” now, and she decides she wants more with someone else, it’ll crush me.
I’ve never felt like this with anyone else, and I don’t plan to take that for granted.
“Good, because you’re worthy of love, hermanito ,” he says and releases a long yawn.
“I’ve gotta head to bed, but I love you, and I’m proud of you.
Make sure to keep me updated on your relationship because you know I live for a good telenovela, and this sounds just like one,” he says, tired excitement evident in his quiet, muffled tone.
“ Que descanses , Carlito. Yo también te quiero .”
When I hang up, I find myself opening my message thread between me and Elise, and a big, goofy grin tugs at my lips.
I’m down so bad for this woman.
I shoot her a text, knowing she won’t get it until she wakes up, but hoping it makes her smile when she does.
Goodnight, mi vida. I hope you sleep well.
I roll over, ready to put my phone on the charger and try my hand at sleeping again, but my phone pings.
My brow furrows as I see the message from Elise waiting for me.
Sunshine
Goodnight 3
Can’t sleep?
Sunshine
It seems you’ve broken me. I haven’t been able to sleep without you since that first night at the hotel.
The truth?
Me neither.
Sunshine
So, what do we do about that?
Instead of texting her back, I call her, plugging my phone in and setting it on my nightstand beside my head.
“Hi, baby.”
“Hi,” she says, her voice groggy, making me picture her fluttering lashes as she fights sleep, her dark strands piled high in a knot on her head.
I imagine her arm resting between her breasts because she has a terrible habit of sleeping like a T-rex, and it’s absolutely going to cause carpal tunnel one day, but it’s too cute to tell her to stop.
“You good to talk until we both fall asleep?” I ask.
“That sounds nice,” she says, and there’s a smile in her voice.
“Good, because I missed you. I know it’s only been a few hours, but I did, and I figured you should know.” Boludo , that feels strange to admit, like my heart is a puppet with Elise tugging on the strings.
“I missed you too,” she whispers. “And Rafa?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Thanks for telling me,” she says, her voice growing faint.
“You sure you can’t fall asleep?” I ask, and she grunts.
“I might be able to now,” she finally says.
We stay on the line, neither of us hanging up, and when I wake up a few hours later, Elise is snoring through the line, a sound that mimics Mrs. Purrito’s contended purr.
My heart aches, and as unfamiliar as this is for me, I think it’s going to be good. For the both of us.