by D. K Lake
Why?
Because I knew this would happen.
I have been secretly craving him for months, ever since our last time together.
His hand moves closer and he grazes his fingers down my bare arm, all the way down to my hand.
"We should get some sleep, it's late," I say because it sounds like the right thing to say even though I don't mean it. He moves his hand away and reaches over his head and tugs off his hoodie and t-shirt and tosses them away.
"Don't," I warn.
"I'll walk away if that's what you want." he says, standing up to unbutton his jeans. "But right now, I need you."
"Rio, we can't." I say firmly, pulling the covers up to my chin.
"Why not?"
"I'm with Maverick."
"He's not here."
"That doesn’t mean we can do that."
"Think about what you're asking me to do. You're asking me to walk away from my child, to walk away from you." He shoves his jeans down his legs and kicks them off along with his socks.
"You know it's the right decision." I squirm.
"Maybe. Maybe not. But I'll do it if that's what you want. All I ask in return is you let me have you."
"Rio," I whine. "You can't do this to me."
"But you can ask me to walk away and not want anything in return?"
"You're asking too much. You’re asking me to cheat on Maverick."
"Me asking too much?" he says darkly, kneeling on the bed.
His erection is prominent through his tight black boxers and just the sight of it makes my insides feel all fluttery, and it sets off tingles down below.
"I'll walk away, but you have to let me have you."
"You can't have me. This can't happen."
"If you want me to agree to this and not cause problems, then this is what I want in return. You. Whenever. Wherever."
"What are you talking about? You're not making any sense." I edge closer to the wall as he crawls across the bed.
"He never needs to find out. I'll let you do what you want, let you raise the baby how you want. I'll leave you alone, but you have to give me something."
"Which is?" I swallow nervously. I still have no idea what he's asking from me.
"You."
"But I'm with Maverick?" I say, confused.
"I know, but you're not with him right now." He raises an eyebrow at me.
"You want me to have an affair with you?"
"You want me gone," He shrugs. "It's only fair." He pulls the covers away from me and I try my best to hold onto them, but he wins and chucks them on the floor.
"This is crazy?" I say, folding my arms. "It might not even be yours," I remind.
"Well, until we know for sure, this is how it's going to work. I won't cause problems if you give me what I want...when I want." He tries to nudge my legs apart; I clamp them shut.
"And after we find out it's not yours?" I ask.
He doesn't answer.
"You want me to just go along and agree to this?" I gape. "This is insane! You're insane." I give him the cold shoulder and face the wall, and he falls onto the bed behind me, trailing his fingers along my arm.
"If you don't want me to cause problems, then yeah, you'll agree to this."
"Why are you being so difficult?" I grit my teeth.
"Because I'm not ready to let you go. I'm not asking for much."
"You're asking me to cheat on Maverick."
"He doesn't need to know." he whispers in my ear.
"How do I know you won't tell him?"
"Because I know he's important to you. I can't figure out why, though. The guy's an idiot."
"No, he's not." I defend.
"Hmm," He presses himself into my back so I can feel all of him.
"Rio, this isn't fair."
My hormones are all over the place.
"No, it's not, but I can't let you go, I don't think I ever will. Don't ask me to forget you, because I won't. You're mine, P. You gave yourself to me that night in the motel, no one else. You belong to me."
"Rio," I whine, confused. "This is wrong. We can't do this...I can't think..." He snakes a hand around my waist, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my panties. My breath gets caught in my throat.
"Let me help you to make up your mind." he murmurs into my hair as he slides his fingers lower.
"Rio..." my voice trails off and Dario groans in my ear.
"I can never get enough of you." he says, pushing a finger inside me. "You're already so wet, so warm, so hungry."
"It’s not me. My hormones are crazy right now." I say, biting my lip to stop from moaning. "Rio, we shouldn't be doing this. It’s wrong…"
"I need you, P. I need you so much it hurts." he tells me, grinding his erection into my backside.
"You don't think this is hard for me too? You know why I can't be with you, because of who you are, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be with you." I admit.
"Then if this is the only way I can have you, let me make it good for you too." he says, rubbing his fingers over my clit in a circular motion.
"You always make it good for me." I breathe in, closing my eyes, letting my head fall back.
"We've only been together twice," he reminds.
"You still made it perfect each time." I say.
He slides his hand out of my panties and digs his fingers into my hip.
"You're fucking killing me, Paige."
"You don't think I'm dying too? You don’t think this doesn't kill me either?"
"Say yes, then..." he says and doesn't wait for an answer before dragging my panties down my legs.
"I didn't say yes."
"You're going to though."
"You sound so sure." I squeeze my eyes shut and try to hold it together.
"Because I know you, Paige Moon, and I know you feel the same way about me. You don't want to let me go either."
"I hate you for this," I say as a tear slips down my cheek.
"You can hate me, but I'm still going to fuck you."
I shake my head with a muffled laugh and wipe my eyes. I hate him for doing this to me, for putting me in this position, but what is the alternative? I don't want him causing havoc in my life and I know he will. It wouldn't be hard for him to fuck everything up for me, and there's only so much Maverick will put up with before he has enough and leaves me. I can't even go to the police because I know my sister is in too deep with the Torres brothers and she'd no doubt get caught up in their downfall. And if I'm being honest, I could never report Dario to the police, no matter what he does to me. Even after this.
"Take this off," Dario orders, tugging on my t-shirt.
"No." I say, ignoring him and keeping my back to him.
"I could always rip it off for you,"
"Whatever. I don't care. Do what you want," I grumble.
"Fine." he says shortly, and I feel him moving around behind me.
Maybe he's leaving, I think.
I ignore him and face the wall and a moment later he drags me across the bed and rolls me onto my stomach.
"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to get up but he pushes me down again.
"I thought you didn't care?"
He doesn't give me time to answer before dragging my hips down the bed and sliding an arm underneath me. His fingers delve between my folds, sliding them up and down, he then pushes them inside me, causing me to gasp.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
I keep my face in the pillow to stop any moans from escaping.
"It won't work," he says with a chuckle, knowing full well what I'm trying to do.
He circles my bud, picking up the pace. I fist the bedsheets under me and squeeze my eyes shut.
"Stop playing hard to get, you know you want it." he husks, hovering over me with his chest pressed up against my back.
"I want you to stop being an asshole but I don't think that will happen anytime soon."
"At least this asshole ge
ts to fuck you whenever he wants."
"Ugh...I hate you," I cry as he works his fingers harder and buries his face in my neck. His stubble tickles and it only adds to the sensation.
"Fuck." I moan, burying my face in the pillow.
His fingers slow down and I reach underneath me without even thinking and cover his hand with mine and press his fingers against my clit again, wondering why he stopped.
"Ah, ah, ah. You have to say yes first." he breathes, his breath tickling the back of my neck.
I groan into the pillow.
"Say it,"
"Fine. Yes! Okay? Happy now?" I try to move his fingers back to the same spot, but he holds them back.
"Not just tonight?" he asks.
"No." I groan, not able to wait any longer, running my fingers over my clit and biting down on the pillow.
"So, what are you doing next week?" he teases.
"Rio, seriously?" I cry out in frustration and feel him moving around behind me. "What are you doing now?" I ask - he answers by nudging my entrance with the head of his cock.
Oh.
He slides into me slowly, being careful not to hurt me. I’m already warmed up for him, but he’s somewhat bigger than Maverick. He gives me a moment to get used to him as he braces a hand on the bed to hold his weight off me.
"Is this okay?" he asks quietly, sliding his hand back underneath mine to take over again, rubbing his fingers over my nub.
"Mmm." I moan as his fingers pick up their pace. I let go of his hand to reposition myself and lean up on my elbows with my backside tilted up for him.
He pushes into me slowly. Making sure I feel all of him. Going deep.
"Ahhh," I suck in another breath and he hums in response.
We've never had sex in this position. I don't even like having sex in this position with Maverick because I feel so exposed.
"Is this all right for you?" I ask, wondering why he’s being so quiet, sliding in and out of me ever so slowly.
"You have no idea. You're so fucking tight. It's fucking torture not to come as soon as I'm inside you."
We find a rhythm together and he circles my nub, rubbing me until I feel my orgasm approaching.
"Rio...I'm going to...ahhh," My orgasm claims me. I grip the bedsheets and bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cries.
I hear Dario chuckle behind me, pleased with himself. He then slides his hand out from underneath me and pushes my t-shirt over my back.
"Take it off." he orders, and I shimmy it over my head and throw it away.
He leans back on his knees and pulls me with him so that I'm on all fours. I support myself on the bed and he reaches underneath me and cups my breasts as he drives into me again. He grips my hip in one hand and keeps guiding me back to him. He thrusts into me, over and over, until his movements suddenly become jerky, and he lets out a deep groan, spilling his release inside me.
He collapses onto my back and we both fall forward onto the bed. He finds my hand under the pillow that is still fisting the sheets and he laces his fingers with mine. We take a moment to catch our breath and while we do, he kisses me all over my neck, and his day-old stubble tickles.
"Stop it. That tickles."
He moans into my ear and drags his fingers down my hips.
"I want you again."
"What, already?" I laugh softly.
"Five minutes."
"It's three in the morning," I remind.
"I know, but I might not get to see you for another week," He pulls out of me without warning and I can feel him spilling out of me. "But this," He then pushes two fingers inside of me and I gasp, clenching around his fingers. "This is mine now," he rasps, pushing them in deeper, and I whimper in response.
"Fuck. You're making me hard again."
"What?" I laugh playfully. "We haven't even cleaned up?" I remind as he removes his fingers.
"Does it matter? It's not like you can get any more pregnant," he teases, climbing over me and sliding underneath me, positioning me over him so that I'm straddling him.
"No, just sticky." I say, feeling him leak out of me as he moves down the bed so he can position himself at my entrance.
"Really?" I say with a small smile.
"I'm feeling needy." he tells me before sliding into me again, and I let out another moan.
"Mmm," he responds, taking my hips in his hands and guiding me forward.
I sit up and press my hands into his chest to hold myself up. He rocks into me and we get carried away again, and I soon start to feel another orgasm creeping up on me as we create friction between us.
"Shit, Rio..." He sits up and keeps rocking his hips into me and holds me close as my orgasm claims me. I cry out and hold onto his shoulders as he buries his face between my breasts, sucking and biting, his groans muffled.
"Fuck. Paige." he pants, keeping the rhythm going. I try to keep up with him but I'm still coming down from my orgasm. He picks up the pace, going deeper. Harder. He grips my hips and guides me up and down while my breasts smother his face. He closes his mouth over my nipple and sucks on my hardened peak, and then bites. I moan shamelessly for him, and a moment later, he comes inside me again, letting out a deep guttural moan.
We both hold each other, breathless, our hearts pounding rapidly, and there’s a layer of perspiration between us.
"Fuck." he mutters.
"Fuck." I whisper breathlessly.
We get cleaned up and Dario pulls on his boxers, looking around awkwardly.
"What is it?" I ask, sliding my panties back on and finding my t-shirt.
"Do I have to leave?"
"What kind of girl do you think I am that you can just hump and dump."
Dario snorts. "Don't say hump and dump, that's for one night stands...which you are not." he assures.
I check the nightstand: 3:45 a.m.
Shit.
He's still looking at me for an answer.
"You can stay. I'll set my alarm to wake us up early."
We fall back into bed and I set my alarm with weary eyes, sliding my cell under my pillow. I'm so exhausted after all that. I make room for Dario in the bed and get comfortable against the wall with my back to him. But then he rolls me over and leans up on his elbow to look at me, pushing my t-shirt up and I wonder what he's doing.
He can't possibly be horny again. I need to get some sleep tonight.
He surprises me when he leans down and kisses my stomach lovingly, his fingers dancing over the place where my baby is growing. Possibly our baby. I watch in awe at the way he's being so gentle with me. His eyes find mine and he crawls on top of me and kisses me so deeply, so passionately, that I feel my lady area tingling again.
Dammit.
"I need to get some sleep." I urge with a smile, feeling him harden as he grinds his length up against my entrance, rubbing it back and forth, all while I'm trying my best not to give into him for a third time.
He lets out a small groan and then rolls off me, sliding an arm around my waist. He snuggles up to me and as soon as I close my eyes, I'm asleep.
Chapter 21
"What the actual fuck?" Em's voice wakes me up.
I force my eyes open and feel someone stir behind me. And then I remember last night.
Shit.
"What time is it?" I panic, searching the bed for my phone, wondering why the alarm hasn't gone off.
"Seriously?" Em gawks at Dario as he rolls out of bed and snatches up his jeans.
"Maverick has only been gone for one day!" she says, waving her hands in the air.
I ignore her and find my phone, realizing I had it set to silent by mistake. No wonder I never heard the alarm. Dario zips up his jeans and Em just shakes her head at him as she walks over to the window.
"It smells of sex in here." she grumbles, pushing the window open.
I sit up and hold my head. I feel so tired, it’s almost as though I haven't even been to sleep.
"Oh, shit!" Em suddenly says, looking back at me with wide eyes.
"Maverick's bus just pulled up.
"Shittt." I curse and scramble off the bed and crash into Dario.
"You need to go," I panic, grabbing his hoodie and chucking it to him.
He pulls it over his head without saying a word and quickly pulls on his boots. Em stays out of the way on her side but watches us like a hawk. I hurry to the door and go to open it but Dario stops me, takes my face in his hands, and surprises me with a kiss.
"I'll come and find you," he tells me, nuzzling his nose against mine. "I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too," I say back. "Now go."
He looks back at Em and nods his head at her as I open the door for him. "Take the side stairs, that way." I point.
He flips up his hood and wanders off. I quickly close the door and fall back against it. Em is still gawking at me.
"What the hell, Paige?"
I check the floor to make sure there's no evidence from last night but then I remember the bedsheets.
"Help me with the sheets," I fret, grabbing them off my bed and rolling them up.
"What was he even doing here?" Em asks as she hands me a clean sheet and we stretch it out and quickly make the bed together in record speed.
"He came over last night completely wasted. Spencer brought him over." I explain, flipping the pillows over because I don't have time to change them.
"What? That little shit. I wondered where he went." She frowns, grabbing the air freshener off the shelf and spraying the room, she then switches on the fan to circulate the air around the room to ventilate it. It does smell pretty musky in here and we did get sweaty in bed.
"Why'd you let him in?"
"I...I don't know. He was upset after our conversation," I say in a fluster, clearing away the packet of wipes and hiding them back under the bed. I spot Dario’s Zippo lighter on the floor and quickly hide it inside one of Em’s shoes.
"How did you end up in bed together?"
"He...he fell asleep and then he woke up again and we...It's complicated, Em."
