I leaveout the part about her brother being friends with Luis’s dad. Knowing Monique, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from grilling Dominique about him and I don’t want word of Luis getting to Emilio from anyone but me.
Monique: Was he an asshole?
I snort.Heads turn my way and I bite my lip, sinking down lower in my seat.
Me: No. He’s friends with this girl, Allie. She introduced us. I think you’d like her.
Monique: Don’t get any ideas about replacing me B.
I rollmy eyes and smile.
Me: Not possible. But she wants to hangout this weekend. Us three and a girl named Kasey. You in?
I hope she says yes.Now that I know Allie and Kasey are friends with Emilio, I have every intention of feeling them out and getting every detail I can about him. He one hundred percent has every right to know he has a son, but that little boy is my everything, and I owe it to him to make sure that whoever I bring into his life isn’t going to walk right back out of it either.
Monique: Yes! I need to meet this chick.
Me: Allie?
Monique: No. Kasey. Dom gripes about her ALL THE TIME. Anyone who can rile my brother up like that is someone I need to know.
Me: LOL. Okay. I’ll tell Allie you’re in. TTYL.
I shovemy phone back in my pocket just as the teacher walks by my desk, placing a sheet of paper on the surface. “Pop quiz. Let’s see what you know and how behind you all are. I like to see what I’m working with. Fair warning, Christmas break is over, and I don’t tolerate slackers in my classroom,” he says, and the collective room groans.
The rest of class goes by in silence as we all work on the math quiz. I finish before the bell rings and take a few extra minutes to go over my work until I’m satisfied with all of my answers. I need to finish strong this year. I might not know what I plan to do after graduation, but I want college to be an option. Monique is going to Suncrest U. And I don’t know…maybe I can work out a way to go there too. It wouldn’t be full time. Not with Luis. But it would be something and I’m okay with college taking a little bit longer. I’ll do whatever I need to do in order to make sure Luis gets the life he deserves.
I wonder briefly what Emilio’s plans are after high school. How his plans might affect my own. But before I get too stuck in my own head, I force myself to take a breath and relax. There’s no point in worrying about any of that yet.
For now, I need to figure how to tell him about Luis, which sounds a hell of a lot easier than I know it will be. After that, I can worry about the rest.
FORTY-SEVEN
Emilio
This is one of the absolute worst fucks I’ve had in my life. I don’t know what the deal is. Sarah is into it, but my dick certainly isn’t. Her moans are loud and dramatic. And the excessive back scratching is starting to hurt. It’s like she’s auditioning for a B-rated porn flick.
“Yes. Yes. Oh. My. God. More. Emilio, Yes!” Her moan is obnoxiously loud.
I grit my teeth as she tightens her grip around my hips with her legs and I plow into her, trying to find a rhythm that will do something—anything—for me, but it’s no fucking use. Her pussy convulses on my cock, her eyes all but rolling into the back of her head as she finds her release again.
Fuck.
How is she enjoying this? I made her come in the car before she dragged me up here, and she’s clearly getting her rocks off a second time, but I’m not even close. I can’t get into it. I should be focused on the naked girl beneath me, but instead, my mind wanders to her. To her full lips. Her striking blue eyes. The way she looked lying beside me before I fell asleep.
This was a mistake.
We’ve been screwing for close to twenty minutes. Sweat drips down my back and my release is literally nowhere in sight. I thrust into her harder. Deeper. I am not going to let her get in my fucking head.
Goddammit. What is wrong with me?
Fuck it. I’ve had enough. I groan loud and scrunch my eyes closed, faking that I’ve dropped my load, before I pull out and sag against Sarah’s naked body. Thank fuck for condoms. Between that and my hand I should be able to hide my still evident hard on. How fucking embarrassing.
I roll to my side, grab my boxers off the floor and head to the attached bathroom, my hand over my dick as if I’m trying to keep the condom from slipping off. Sarah’s breaths are heavy behind me as I close the door and sag against the wall.
I stare at my still erect cock and clench my jaw. “You and me are going to have words,” I mutter. Bracing my hands on the countertop, I take a moment to catch my breath and will my cock to stand down. Does it? No. Why? Because my dick is a fucking dick. “Not cool, dude. See if you get action again anytime soon.” He won’t come in Sarah’s cunt, and he’s determined to leave me with a case of blue balls.
Fuck me right now. I lean back and fist myself, working my length up and down in an effort to find my own release. I can hear Sarah moving around in her room, but I block out the sounds as I think of the one chick I shouldn’t be thinking of. Get it together, man. You’re letting her fuck with your head. I tighten my grip, envisioning her tight little pussy. The soft mewls of pleasure she made. The way she clung to me like she couldn’t bear to let go. That was seriously a good fucking night.
