“Like I was your first.” That was enough talking. I needed to be deep inside her.
As I owned her body all over again, “The Game of Love” played in my head. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I wasn’t about to make it stop.
9
El Jefe
Time needed to slow down because I was having the time of my life with Silvia. We stayed locked in my bedroom all day yesterday. It felt like a mini vacation, but my gut told me it was the calm before the storm. A monster was coming for her, and he would unleash his wrath on everyone in his path.
But for now, I wouldn’t let Miguel distract me from Silvia.
She moaned, sounding like she was having an orgasm. I just might have to give her one.
“That feels incredible,” she whispered.
“I’m only massaging your scalp.” And enjoying my first bath in forever. I was still trying to redeem myself after having sex with her yesterday morning before she knew who I was.
“Don’t make light of it. You do the job very well Jefe.”
“When we’re alone, call me Andy.” Yup, that was me giving her permission to use my real name. I was on the fast track to claiming her, and I wasn’t upset about it.
She peered up at me. “Okay, if you want me to.”
“I do.” I glided my soapy hands down her arms. “But only when we’re alone. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Things were moving at light speed with us. While the usual Saturday night partying happened, I kept us in my room. Selfishly, I wanted all her attention.
The last twelve hours, we basically had sex and slept. Had more sex and slept some more.
But Sunday was here, and I couldn’t hide us from the world anymore. There was shit to deal with, stuff I wasn’t thrilled about and as president, I had responsibilities.
Plus, my mother came to the clubhouse on Sundays for our weekly visit. I needed to get us moving.
Seated behind Silvia, I enjoyed having her ass against my dick. Never been this way with a woman before. All sweet and charming. It was nice but was it sustainable?
Not when you’re keeping secrets.
Right. Time to make us uncomfortable.
“We should revisit the discussion from yesterday,” I said.
“Okay. You start.” She put the ball in my court.
Dammit! I didn’t want to start. Was just thinking I should mention it.
“You ask the questions, and I’ll answer them.” That was me meeting her in the middle. Yeah, I was a child and didn’t do well with sensitive topics.
“Sure,” she replied. “Then you can ask me questions.”
I grunted in agreement, then braced myself for some unpleasant shit. If we could weather the oncoming storm, we might be able to move forward with whatever this was between us.
“How long were you friends with my brothers?”
That was an easy one. “Since middle school. Tonio was a year ahead of me. Miguel a year under me.”
“So, you knew them before I was even born.”
