Chapter 26 #2
“I don't know if I'd like her fighting.”
“I take it that’s what you’ve decided for yourself too? It's okay if you outgrew it. You wanted your daughter, you got your daughter. Sure that’s the reason you never came back.”
“Is that the only reason why you came?”
“Of course not. I came to see you. I'm just wondering if it'll be the last time I'll see you.”
“I know I left at a bad time—”
“Sierra. I don't care about that. As a trainer, I'm gonna lose fighters all the time. I just care that it took you six months to call me. I missed you, and I didn't even have a place to start looking.” Sierra readjusted in her seat, guilt spreading across her face.
“It took longer than I thought to get settled. By the time it felt like my life felt together, I assumed you didn't need me anymore. Or wouldn't want to talk to me, given how I left things.”
“I can get talent anywhere, honestly. None of them are as motivated or deserving, but fighters come and go. Even mi loba. What I really missed was you. Us. I know you want to focus on your daughter, and she's great. I get that. I just want to be in your life in any way you'll need or let me.”
“Truth is, I do miss fighting. It's the only thing I've ever been good at. I've been approached back here, but it just wouldn't have been the same if you weren't training me. But I'm sure you're not going to train me all the way from Jersey.”
“You don't know what I’d do for you,” I admitted, pulling her in closer. “I can't stop thinking about you, Sierra. I want to be your man, but if that's too fast for you, I'd go as slow as you needed.”
“We were just casual before, though.”
“Mami, wasn't nothing casual about what we were doing,” I countered, finally pulling her onto my lap. “I was inside you, mama.” I reached in to kiss her. “In your body, in your mind. Am I delusional for thinking I was also in your heart?”
“No, I just always respected your stance. Before you knew, after you knew. My daughter isn't going anywhere, so it seemed kinder to keep things where they were.”
“Sierra, that was before I met her. I can do this. I'm not scared anymore about what kind of partner I would be. Or what presence I’d have in your kid's life. I just want to be there for you. I can’t think of another soul I'd rather do this with.” In time, I lost myself kissing her lips.
“It's not as easy as saying yes,” she argued between kisses.
“Then just don't say no.” I pulled her on top of me, as she attempted to withdraw.
“Let me just make sure my daughter's asleep.” She hopped off the couch, disappearing again, as she returned, pulling me by the wrist to tiptoe to her room.
“We have to be so quiet—”
“I can be quiet,” I whispered back, leaning in to kiss her. “But I'm not the one screaming when you go down on me,” I joked. For that, she pushed me on the bed, stripping out of her clothes until she was down to her bra and panties.
“I am gonna suck the hell out of your fucking dick.”
“Oh, you're gonna suck my fucking dick?” I teased her, watching her unzip my crotch, firmly gripping all of me free.
“If you can be quiet for me, I'll let you fuck me.”
“This is about to be an easy five minutes,” I provoked as she didn't waste a second before taking me in her mouth. I will admit, I let out a breath to ease all that pent-up tension. When I was focused, I didn't skirt chase, so the last person to suck my dick was her.
Dirty talk was replaced with heavy breaths as Sierra's mouth worked me up and down, back and forth, and since I wasn't expecting this, it was hard resisting the build up from the warmth.
Sierra was good at this. I always beat her to it because if she sucked me as often as I had ate her pussy, I would never let her come up for air. At least she was sensible.
“Ay, que rico, mami,*” I whispered the lowest I could get away with, as my fingers combed through her locs.
“Me vengo, mami*. I'm gonna come, Sierra.” All my body could focus on was the strong contraction and shooting ropes of my arousal in her mouth.
When she crawled up to me to kiss me, her mouth was as free as before she had started. “You fucking dirty girl.”
“Mmm… you taste good,” she moaned between the kiss.
“I was quiet enough for you, mami?”
“Quiet enough,” as we proceeded to rip off our remaining clothes and toss them to the floor.
“Give me that fucking pussy,” I demanded, pulling her close to my mouth, warming her up first. She was already sloppy wet down there, the perfect icing on top when you've been wanting and waiting.
It started with a few licks to open her up first, but she was just as horny, because she didn't even give me time to savor the moment before she was pushing my face away.
“Damn baby, I was barely down there.”
“Okay, well I haven't been laid since Vegas,” she admitted.
“So, I better make this shit worth the wait,” I said I spreading open her legs, pressing myself inside her.
At first, things were rough and fast. Neither of us had let out our inner beast, and in the beginning, it showed.
But somehow the flow of things softened in the end.
Tender kisses. In sync movements. If I didn't know any better, I’d say we were making love.
For two bodies who loved to fuck, this was definitely an inviting change.
“You okay, mami?” I checked in, ensuring she was still with me.
“I'm about to come, Josue,” she cried, trying hard to maintain the rhythm that was getting her there. She masked a shriek, bringing me close to her as her strong legs wrapped around me.
“Can I come in you? You’re gripping me so fucking tight I can't pull out,” I hummed low.
“Cum in me, papi.”
“Oh, I love it when you call me papi,” I whispered, leaning on my elbows to better look at her face. She was so beautiful, I could stare into her eyes all day. “Fuck Sierra, I'm about to—”
Barely getting the words out, I was painting those walls.
If she wasn’t on some kind of birth control, we’d be running with two kids around here.
It had taken longer than usual to come down from each other; wasn't sure if it were just late or because we both hadn't had sex since each other, but I was drained. Worn out didn't even cover it.
“Medina, we got to stop meeting like this,” I joked, bringing her hand to my mouth to kiss, as I reached for the floor to grab something in my pant pocket. I was actually hoping she wouldn't feel it when she had my dick in her mouth, but I'd been lucky that she’d been so one track minded.
“I actually got you another gift,” I said handing it to her, taking a second to register that it was a ring box. “What do you say, Medina? Think we could consider making this permanent?”
“Wait, what happened to taking it slow?”
“I fucking lied. I want you. I fucking miss you. I fuck—I just love you. And I think we make a great team. La loba y el Jaguar.* I think that has a good ring to it.”
“Josue, can I think about it?”
“Of course, but you're not going to make me wait forever, are you? If you want me like I want you, it shouldn't be hard.”
“One thing at a time, baby. Do you want me to get back into fighting, or do you want me to be your fiancée?”
“Sierra, I want both. You were a winner.
I got to watch your spark turn into a goddamn flame.
What we did together was magic. You get to have that maybe two, three times in your lifetime.
You got a title in you, I just know it. But I also love this.
I love you. I love being with you. I want to love your daughter.
I just don't want to be without you. You got me saying all this mushy shit I don't normally say.”
“And it's nice. People always tell me…that no one's ever gonna want me because I have a kid. So…I don’t know. I want to say yes…I'm just afraid you'll get overwhelmed. Or bored. Or uninterested—”
“If you think I could get bored of this, tu ‘ta loca*! I said I only punched above my weight after a win. You are the only one that mattered after retiring. Yeah, you get on my nerves. Yeah, it'd be an adjustment for the three of us, but I couldn't think of a better project than you and me.”
“You get on my nerves too,” she defended.
“Yeah, but I eat good pussy, so you'll live. I know you’d like me eating that pussy out every day,” I flirted.
“Boy, you know you wouldn't be doing that every damn day—”
“Every damn day,” my mouth making a gobbling sound. “That's a promise. Para siempre*, I love you, girl. I just want to make you happy,” I confessed, leaning in for another kiss.
“If you could be patient with me. With the adjustment it would be for Mónica, I'll say yes. But…if you're trying for that title, things are gonna need to move fast. Like training right away fast,” she noted
“I’ll go as fast, as you need me to,” provoking her to growl. “There she is,” I purred, leaning in for a kiss.
* He’s ghastly pale(but specifically in certain parts of Puerto Rico)
* So what if I’m pale? I’m still Cuban.
* That okay?/That good?
* We called her the she wolf.
* Good night
* That feels so good, girl.
* I’m coming, girl.
* The she wolf and jaguar
* You’re crazy
* Forever