Page 3 of Scoreless Nights

As long as I had freedom, I would take whatever I could get.

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Hey! What’s your ETA?

Leaving next Friday!

So excited to finally meet you face to face. I cleared out some room for you in my closet while you’re staying with us.

I cringed, forgetting that I had yet to come up with a lie to tell Angel. I hated lying to my friends, but it was either them, or my parents, and I was not the kind of girl that lied to her parents.

Oh shoot, I forgot to tell you. My parents got me an apartment to stay in for a few weeks. Airbnb.

What? Tell them to save their money, you can stay with us.

The problem was, my parents didn’t realize I had friends in Miami, so I guess Ihadlied to them a little. Since my mom was a worry wart, I hated telling her I made friends on the internet, much less that I was going to stay with them. She would probably die of a heart attack.

They already paid for it. It’ll be okay, though. You two have to work most of the time anyway.

Hey, party at your place, then!!!

Ha, yeah.

Dammit. No.

That wasn’t happening. Telling them I was staying with my brother wasn’t happening either. That would open a whole can of worms since I had never even told them I had a brother, because I didn’t. It was complicated, and the last thing I wanted was my first real friends ever finding out my stepbrother was Cruz Martín. Especially since they had already told me they were huge Inferno fans. What if they only liked me because of him?

Call me when you leave. I’m off Friday and we can talk all day to make the drive bearable.

Angel and I met in an online class that she was taking through Wilmington State University. We got paired up for a project and spent hours on zoom calls trying to plan out our presentation.

Eventually, our conversations went from schoolwork, to books and music. Her roommate would add to the topics in the background, and we all three became friends. We had a lot in common and I considered Angel my best friend, but I never even considered telling her about Cruz because I didn’t really know him anyway. The lie by omission seemed innocent.

But staying with him was forcing me to deepen that lie and I felt sick to my stomach. Still, I wasn’t going to say anything.

Not yet, anyway.

ChapterTwo

Cruz

“Ay papi, qué bien se siente.”

“Te gusta mi bicho grande, verdad?”

“Quiero este bicho grande sólo para mi. Sólo mío, Cruz.”

Yeah, that wasn’t happening. I had just met her twenty minutes before I put my dick inside her. Fuck, I didn’t even know her name. I’m sure she told me her name, but her pussy wasn’t memorable enough for me to worry about. She was just there and willing when I needed it the most.

When we had gotten to the bathroom of the club we were in, I pushed her hands against the wall so I didn’t have to look at her. I wasn’t even sure I cared if she came, I was just pushing myself to the finish line as fast as possible.

My pants were barely down and my t-shirt was still on. She was fully clothed except for the panties I tore off and her skirt was lifted to her waist.

“Tu amas mi chocho, verdad papi?”

Oh for fuck’s sake.“Tú sabes que si.”

The next time I went looking for a quick hook up, I needed to vet her a little more and make sure she was fucking quiet. There was too much tension in my body to keep speaking to her like I cared. I knew I was bordering on the line of being a complete asshole, but my life was about to be turned upside down and I needed that quick fuck to settle down before I completely lost it.

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