Chula

Chapter 7

Luna

I’ve spent the last week cleaning up the apartment and snuggling with Davey every single night after school, but now it’s time to get back to the real world. I haven’t heard shit from Marco, and I didn’t figure I would.

I get dressed, pulling on my tight jeans and boots before slipping my sweatshirt on over the long-sleeve shirt I had in the closet. I head out the door and down the steps to find Hock and Tony sitting at the bottom.

“What are you doing?” I ask. They both turn and look up at me.

“It’s fucking cold out there. We’re hanging out in the heat.” I should tell them to get the fuck out of here, considering I have to pay for this fucking heat, but I don’t. Instead, I nod my head and walk down the steps, watching them slide apart so that I can get through.

“You’re going to freeze out there without a coat on,” Hock tells me.

“Aww, do you care?” I make a whiny voice at him. He laughs and shakes his head, nodding toward the door.

I walk out, slamming the door behind me, but I can still hear the assholes laughing. Thankfully, winter is almost over. Any fucking day now, this shit can end.

I start my walk down the block when I hear someone whistle. I turn my head and see Marco standing across the street, motioning for me to come to him. I almost flip him off, but I want that damn job, so I turn and walk over there.

“What?”

“Where are you going?”

“What are you, my keeper now?” I snap at him before I start to walk away. Marco grabs the back of my sweatshirt and tugs me back against him. His arms wrap around me, and a shiver runs through my body.

“Why are you so mouthy?”

“Because I can be.”

“We’re going out tonight,” he tells me, and this time I roll my eyes.

“Who the fuck is we?”

“We as in me, you, and some of the crew.”

“I’m not crew,” I remind him.

“Didn’t ask that. Wear something sexy,” he murmurs, his voice closer to my ear now.

Then I feel it. His tongue slips out and runs a line along my neck, right behind my ear, and my knees get weak.

There’s something about Marco that pulls me in every single time I’m close to him.

I know it’s wrong and I should stay away, but how can I?

“Maybe I don’t want to go.”

“Didn’t ask that either. We’re going to party and then we’re going to discuss things,” he tells me.

“What things?”

“Why are you nearly panting, Chula?” I swallow hard, not willing to answer him, but he knows. He has to know.

“Where are we going?”

“You didn’t answer my question. Am I making you horny? A little too close to you?” he asks, his tongue doing the same thing, and my pussy clenches. “If I touched you, would you be wet for me?”

“Will you stop?”

“No. I think I like you like this, Chula. I like you all hot and bothered from me being this close to you. In fact, the idea of you dripping wet for me is making me hard,” he says, pressing his cock against me.

A gasp slips past my lips when he sinks his teeth into my neck.

A fucking moan slips out of me, and he growls against me. He fucking growls!

“I need to go.”

“Where are you going?”

“To the grocery store,” I tell him, even though the words are barely coming out. What the hell is he doing to me?

“I want you ready by nine. You won’t be sleeping at home tonight, Chula, so make sure you have things in order for your brother.” With that, he licks the spot he just bit and gives me a little shove. I straighten my spine and crack my neck from side to side as I walk to the store.

My insides are a mess. He’s turned them to mush. He has me so turned on right now that I can barely walk straight with my panties rubbing all the right places.

I shake it off as I enter the store and grab what I need for Davey, then head to the checkout. I wait in the short line and put my stuff on the conveyor belt, then wait as the lady rings them up.

“Are you guys hiring right now?” I ask her. She shakes her head and continues to scan my items.

“It’s eleven thirty-two.” I pull out my money and count what I have, and of course, I’m short.

“I have eleven.”

“It’s eleven thirty-two,” she tells me.

“You’re going to give me shit over thirty-two cents? Really?” I snap at her. She doesn’t look amused as I shake my head and look at what I can put back. Fucking bitch. She’s lucky I’m even paying for it right now and not stealing it anyway.

I’m about to just leave the whole fucking thing and do just that at another store when a hand slips in front of me, passing her some change.

“I don’t need a handout,” I snap as I turn to look up at the person. Not a person. A man. A fine as hell one at that.

“Then don’t think of it as a handout.”

“Which is exactly what it is,” I tell him.

“No. It’s a loan. You can pay me back,” he says, smiling at me with perfectly white teeth. Fuck, he isn’t in a crew around here. So who the hell is he? And why is he so damn hot?

“How am I going to do that if I don’t know who you are?” He smiles bigger and holds out his hand.

“I’m Damion.” I hesitate before taking his hand in mine.

“I’m Luna.”

“Interesting name, Luna.”

“I have an interesting mother.”

“Do you have a phone, Luna?” I nod my head because I always keep the service on, just in case the school needs something for Davey. “Can I put my number in?” Without thinking about it, I pull my phone out and pass it to him. Damion programs his number in and passes it back to me with a smile.

“Text me sometime. Maybe we can meet up for lunch.” I nod my head and thank him for the change before I grab my shit and haul ass out of the store. What the hell was that? A hot as fuck man giving me change? Me, of all people?

I shake off the idea and start walking home. I’m not sure where else to look for a job around here, but I need to figure it out.

Once I get home, I climb the steps, noticing that Tony and Hock aren’t there. They must be out doing a deal. I head inside and put the things I got away, and look around, but my mom isn’t here. Doesn’t surprise me either.

I walk into Davey’s room and find him watching a DVD on his TV since I can’t afford cable right now. I still have a little money saved from Chicago, but I don’t make it a point to carry it all with me at once. I know what can happen, and I’m not about to get jumped and lose everything.

“What are you watching?” I ask as I sit down next to him, running my hand through his hair. Davey smiles at me, doesn’t say a word, but that smile is all that I need. It means everything to me. “This your favorite show? Huh?” I ask him as we both sit back and watch the TV.

I’m not sure how long we sat here before I fell asleep. I jolt awake when I hear noises and look over to see Davey still engrossed in his show. I shove off the floor and walk cautiously into the living room when I see someone who shouldn’t be here.

Quietly, I reach for the bat that sits outside my room and wrap my hands around it.

I creep toward the asshole who’s digging through things in the living room, and I swing.

My swing connects, and the asshole spins around, coming at me.

I’m ready to swing again when he lunges at me.

He slams into me, taking me to the floor where the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh.

Davey is crying so loudly that I’m sure half the block can hear him as I fight this asshole who’s on top of me.

“I’ll fucking murder you!” I roar as I swing and get a few blows in. He swings back, landing a good hit to my face. I groan as his hands wrap around my throat and squeeze.

I buck my hips, trying to get him off me as I claw at his hands, but his hold is tight. Too tight. I can’t suck in air. I can’t scream for help. I cut my eyes to the left and see Davey standing there as he screams and cries at the top of his lungs, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

There’s a ringing in my ears as my vision slowly blurs, and right before I pass out, someone knocks the asshole to the ground.

I instantly suck in air and crawl across the floor to Davey, pulling him into my arms when more people come swarming in.

I don’t know who they are. I don’t have time to look at faces.

All I can do is hug my brother and thank God that he didn’t walk out of that room before me.

I keep Davey tucked into me as his crying stops. A hand on my shoulder causes me to startle, and then I feel warmth at my back; I know it’s him.

“You okay?” Marco asks.

“How did you know what was happening?”

“I didn’t. I heard your brother screaming and came in when no one answered,” he says. Tony walks around in front of me and pulls Davey away from me, and the thought of snapping his neck for doing it crosses my mind until he speaks.

“I’ll take him to watch TV. Check your face,” he says, nodding toward me. I nod my head as Marco stands behind me, helping me to my feet.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

“Over there.” I nod. Marco moves, resting his hand on my lower back as he leads me in that direction.

We walk in, and he sits me on the toilet before turning the water on and grabbing a cloth.

He wets it and then comes to stand in front of me, lifting my chin with his fingers. Then he’s there, dabbing at my face.

“He hit you pretty damn good.”

“No shit.” He chuckles and keeps wiping at my face when I reach up and snatch the rag from him. I toss it to the side before I stand from the toilet and slam myself against him.

Our lips collide in a kiss that could rival all others. His hands wrap around me, cupping my ass and squeezing as I moan into his mouth. I need this. I need him right now. But he pulls away and smirks at me.

“It’s only a reaction to what happened,” he tells me.

“I’ve had my ass beat before, Marco, and I’ve never wanted to be fucked.”

“You want to be fucked, Chula? Is that what you want?” I nod my head before he lowers his head and goes straight for my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access, and God, the things this man can do with his tongue amaze me.

“Where’s your room?”

“I want it right here,” I tell him. Marco growls and moves to strip me out of my clothes before doing the same to his.

“I pictured fucking you, but not like this,” he says as he grabs his cock and begins to stroke it.

“How did you picture it?” I ask as I slip my hands between my legs and begin to play with myself. I’m so fucking wet for him, and I have no idea why. I barely know him, and he could be any pervert off the street, but I don’t see that side of him. I don’t see him like that.

“You bent over my bed after I’ve eaten your pussy until you were dripping wet and ready for me.”

“We can still do that later.” I gasp at the feel of my own fingers inside me, and I can see Marco’s eyes as they darken.

“Turn around, Chula.” I do as I’m told and turn around when he shoves me down onto the counter. My ass is sticking out, and I have no warning before he slams his cock all the way inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out at the fullness that I feel.

He’s bigger, thicker than others I’ve been with.

His hands grip my hips as he fucks me hard.

My body hits the counter, causing some pain, but not enough that I care right now.

I don’t. I don’t care about the pain, I want it. I want it all, and Marco is giving it.

“You like when it hurts, Chula?”

“Yes!” I cry out as his fingers dig deeper and he moves faster. The way I’m feeling right now is high. I’m high on everything Marco is giving to me, and I don’t want it to stop.

“Harder,” I tell him.

“Fuck! Such a good girl,” He roars and does as I ask. He slams into me over and over until I’m gasping for air and his cock is buried inside me. It’s so fucking good. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I don’t know what I feel right now, but all I know is that I need more.

Marco gives me just that. He takes me harder and faster. He reaches around with one hand and finds my clit, and I nearly explode for him. This is all happening too fast. I want more. I need more, but if this is all I can get for now, I’ll take it.

“You want to come, Chula? You want to cover my fucking cock in you? Do it. Do it, Chula!” He demands me. And I do. I let go and come all over him.