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Christian hums against the tops of my breast, nipping at the cleavage that is showing.
“Whatever you want, hermosa.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
Christian
How the nightwent from a night out with some of my childhood and high school friends to me bringing Eliana home and pleasuring her, is beyond me.
But weirder things have happened in my lifetime. If life decided to put Eliana in my pathway tonight, I wasn’t going to tell it no. Do I find it crazy that the last two times I was withing ten feet of this woman, we were biting each other’s heads off and now about to fuck like two bunnies in heat? Of course I do, but again, life and all that.
Maybe fucking like bunnies will actually make us friends or at least friendly toward each other. Who knows?
As Eliana came down from her orgasm induced high, I continued to touch her, to kiss her. I didn’t know how long this thing between us was going to go, so I was going to enjoy myself and take my time. You know so she doesn’t hate me as much. I know my hate for her started to wither the second she told me that she was having a bad day. I wasn’t seeing her as an annoying pain in the ass anymore at that moment. Instead, I was seeing her as a woman that hides a lot of what she is feeling and at times gets tired of hiding and wants to let those feelings go free, but doesn’t.
She only showed me this side of her for a few seconds, but I saw it. It was in her eyes and in the way her body stiffened just a bit.
It was quick but enough to make me want to give her what she wants.
After making out in the car for almost half an hour, I get out of the car and go to her side to open the door.
“Look at you actually being a gentleman,” she says, reaching down to grab her discarded jeans before getting out of the car.
“My mom would have my head if I wasn’t,” I say, taking a step back and giving her some room, but still covering her enough so nobody else can see her in her lace panties.
It’s dark and well after midnight, but there still could be someone out by the beach. I don’t want anyone to catch a glimpse of her.
She gives me an appreciated smile before sliding on her pants.
“Would your mom also have your head if she knew you almost threw me in the ocean?” she says, pulling her jeans up after sliding both her legs in.
I’m starting to like this woman’s mouth a little too much and I haven’t even felt it wrapped around my dick.
I give her a shrug marveling at her body a bit. “She might, but she will never find out.”
“Maybe someone should grab her number from your phone and tell her,” she tells me, a smirk forming on her face.
Grabbing someone’s phone is something that I would do.
I’ve done it a few times to Liam and our other teammate Blake and changed their ringtones when they aren’t looking.
I wonder if all the dislike and all the banter, if we are actually a lot more similar than we’d want to admit.
“You’d never get past my passcode,” I tell her, giving her a smirk of my own.
“Give me a few days, and I will have it figured out,” She says, jumping up to situate her pants. I don’t know why she’s doing that for, they are going to be off in a few minutes.
“There it is again. First you tell me you’ll suck me off in the car another time and now you are telling me that in a few days you’ll have my passcode. Sounds to me like someone definitely wants to continue whatever it is we are about to do for a lot longer than tonight.”
Eliana's face shifts a bit under the moonlight. Like she's even surprised that she is talking about taking this further than tonight. She hadn’t realized it until I pointed it out .
Quickly though, she composes herself.
“I’m don’t but like I told you earlier, we’ll see how tonight goes, then I’ll decide.”
“You’ll decide, huh? I don’t get a say?” I pop an eyebrow at her, stepping closer to leave little room between.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Of course you have a say, I’m not going to force myself on you.”
