"I knew I liked her for a reason. She’s a smart lady."
"Yeah. Whatever." I run a frustrated hand through my hair. He’s right. They’re both right, but damn. Telling her is going to suck.
"Oh, hey. Speaking of Erica, who do you want me to send down to Indy since I’ll be stuck here running things this weekend?"
"Not one of the new guys. See if Long would be willing to go. His wife is pregnant, but it’s just a weekend and I don’t think she’s due for a while. Check Slate’s schedule first though. He may not want anyone if they don’t have any plans."
"So what are you going to do about Sarah?" he asks as I walk toward the door.
"I’m going to take her on a trip. This is her birthday present. I fully intend to make good on it. When we get back, I’ll sit her down and talk to her. I have no fucking idea what I’ll say, but I’ll figure it out I guess." I breathe a defeated sigh.
"Just tell her the truth. She’s gonna be pissed, but she’ll get over it. Leo, when I was going through my shit, she was there. She reached out to me, and we became friends over coffee and drama. I have zero desire to talk about any of it with you, but I’ll tell you she’s good people. Crazy as hell, but I mean that in the best possible way. Her mind is always spinning. She overthinks and tries to rationalize everything—even the irrational shit. She looks for a greater meaning and symbolism in everything. The truth is she looks so hard sometimes that she misses the obvious shit right in front of her."
I blink at him, waiting for his words to sink in, but it never comes. "I have no fucking idea what the hell you just said."
He laughs a deep, throaty sound that you rarely hear from such a stoic man. "You’ll get it eventually."
"No, I’m serious. I think you were speaking in hieroglyphics. I wasn’t expecting it. You didn’t put ‘bilingual’ on your job application," I joke, and he flashes me a smile and some shiny gold on his teeth.
"How about this? I know you can understand this. Cállate la boca, cabrón." (Shut the fuck up, asshole.)
"Sí, eso lo escuche alto y claro, puta." (Yeah, I got that one loud and clear, bitch.)
We both begin laughing, and I reach a hand out. He slaps it before pulling me in for a chest bump.
"I’m gonna jump in the shower. You think you can drive us to the airport around nine?"
"Yep. Oh, and if she asks, tell her I told you we know each other from yoga."
"You do yoga?"
"Nah, and I haven’t seen her since she left Foundations, but she’ll think it’s funny." He winks.
"Hey, Johnson," I call just before I leave the room. "You might want to start saving up. Because if you ever hug Sarah while she’s half naked again, you’re gonna need to invest in some new gold teeth." I don’t even wait long enough for him to respond, but I hear him chuckle as I close the door behind myself.
"FUCK, LEO!" I moan against the shower wall as he drills inside me.
"Don’t you fucking come. I swear to God, ángel, if you come before I do, we’re starting all fucking over. I don’t give a fuck if we do miss our flight."
Those twenty minutes I penciled in for a joint shower are almost up and Leo is showing no signs of slowing. When he prowled into the bathroom after his talk with Aiden, I was a nervous wreck. I had no idea what he might tell Leo about me. Things that happened at Foundations are supposed to be confidential, but when you find out your best friend is dating a basket case, those lines might get blurred. My hands were trembling at the very thought of coming clean with Leo. I might have taken the first step by telling him about the wreck, but I knew the accident wasn’t what would send him running. Who I became after the wreck would take care of that.
However, the moment he stopped behind me, I knew nothing had been said. His eyes weren’t full of disgust or betrayal—they were blazing with desire. He didn’t say a word as he pushed me forward against the sink. He snatched my panties down my legs and thrust a finger inside me from behind. It was so fucking hot that I almost came on the spot. And now, I wish I had.
Leo’s left me teetering for the full twenty minutes. Like some sort of sexual terrorist, every time I get close, he stops and changes things up.
What started at the sink quickly moved to the shower, where he pinned me against the wall and pushed inside me so fast that I almost lost my footing.
It’s rough, deep, and hard.
"Please," I beg, moving my hand down to my clit, desperate to find the release he has been denying me.
"Don’t. Come." He pulls my arm back up, holding both of my wrists in one hand above my head. "You’ve never come with me. I want to feel that tight pussy milking me while I empty inside you."
"Then fucking come, because I was ready the minute you gave me your cock," I snap as the need becomes too much.
"Mmmm," he purrs. "I like when you catch attitude while I’m fucking you." He slams inside me, forcing a cry from my throat.