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He gets closer to me.
— Forgive me, Isa. — He gets even closer with these words. — Go on, Isa, say you have forgotten me already, and I’ll leave. — Jorge pulls me closer to his body by my waist.
— I know I still mess with you. Let’s remember the good ‘ole times.
I freeze when I see Nicolas standing at the bedroom’s door looking like he’s ready to kill and a with such rage in his eyes I’m pretty sure he just took ten years from my life.
¹A popular lunch plate in São Paulo normally consists of rice and beans or arroz de carreteiro (fried rice with salted beef), beef or poultry steaks (sometimes milanese style), sometimes over-easy eggs or french fries and lettuce and tomato salad.
Chapter 8
Nicolas Santoro Reis
— Anything wrong, babe? — I enter the bedroom and pull Isa to my side, ripping her away from him.
Quiet and wide-eyed, Isa watches the scene in utter silence; all this time I have known her, she has never kept quiet for this long. With my hand around her waist, I hold her tightly against me.
— Babe? — the moron spits the word out angrily. — Didn’t you tell me he was just a friend?
Isa opens her mouth to talk back, but I get in charge of the situation.
— Yeah, we started out as friends. — I look at her, and she keeps silent. That isn’t normal at all, but I, of course, take advantage of the situation. — Friends with benefits. — My hand hits her ass and I grab it strongly. Damn, what a hot ass, I need to do this more.
Any other time, she would hit an all-mighty punch at my balls or an elbow strike at my stomach, but, this time, she only looked at me and smile; and, in her eyes, I saw a silent threat: “you’re gonna pay for getting your hands on me, cheeky dog”. I laughed, ‘cause that was something she would say if she wasn’t enjoying make the asshole in front of us jealous.
— You told me you weren’t fucking with him! — He raises his voice.
— Oh, spare me, Jorge, I owe no satisfaction about what I do with my life.
— But, if you really are curious, there’s no issue in talking about it, right, babe? — I look at her again, and my hand that still grabbed her butt hits a loud smack to it. She burns me with a glare, but I only laugh. — Our sex life is great, thank you. A daily, hot and hard boning session; I just can’t get enough from this woman. — My hand gets filled again, grabbing Isa’s ass hard. I wonder whether she’ll eat my lungs off a silver plate after this fucker leaves, but it’ll be worth it.
— How long have you been creeping on me with this dude, Isa?
— What?! — She shouts, and I get in the argument again; without taking my hand off that fine ass, of course.
— I’ve been trying to get her to dump you for a long time; but you know what she’s like… In the end, she’s soft as butter and was worried you wouldn’t be able to pay your bills without her. — I smile. — But things have changed now. — I hold her against my body and steal a sweet, warm kiss from her soft lips. My tongue tangles with hers; her plump lips open a bit more, and I deepen the kiss.
— Isabel! — Jorge snarls, furious.
And Isa pulls her lips away from mine. I pulls her beside me, and keep my hand buried against her waist.
— Now, in consideration for Isa, I ain’t gonna punch your face in; but, if get close to her again, I won’t be able to take responsibility for my actions
Isa Oliveira Brandão
What?! My body was still shaking, in a mix of anger, horniness and madness. Did he really think he could get away with just burying his hand in my behind like that? Nicolas, you son of a bitch, I’m about to rips your balls off, cheeky hot bastard! And that kiss? Good Lord, my legs were shaken and my panties, wet. I was in catatonic state and not thinking right, Nicolas had completely rocked my boat; and no, I’m not even overreacting, that mouth had just… Good Lord, it had devoured me, and I had finally met the real power of the wolf I was living with.
Jorge was raging, and I am evil for being happy about that?
He walked to me and grabbed me by the wrist.
— Let’s talk outside. — His fist close around my wrist and, before I could tell him to fuck off, Nicolas releases me from him and growls.
— Not so fast, buddy.
Jorge was far from being a small guy, he had a respectable height of 6’2; but Nicolas, well, Nicolas was a man like no other could ever be; if I I had to guess it, he’s probably around 6’5, and let’s not even get started on the muscular broadness he walked around with. Jorge wasn’t much behind, but, still, he wasn’t even close to one of Nicolas’ nails. But, for the love of God, don’t go telling him I said that or his ego will never go down again.
That said, I didn’t even know how to react when Nicolas pulled him and hit the first right-handed jab at Jorge. Really, in that moment, I was shaking, and my face was drowning in wetness… and other places too. There was something stupidly sexy in their fight, how Nicolas stroke one, two, three, four, five hits straight; then Jorge would dodge few of them and jab at his stomach… Ouch, ouch, Jorge, I had seen those abs this morning, and they seen to be rock hard.
Should I get some popcorn? Maybe my cell phone so I can record it and watch it later. Ok, no, I couldn’t do any of that, I had to stop it, as sexy as it was to see Nicolas this savage and furious, so far away from his typical CEO semblance, being nothing but an angry, ferocious wolf right now.
— Stop it, you two! — I shouted and looked around, searching for something I could use to break them apart. If they were dogs, I would’ve used some cold water. I always worked when Rico’s dogs started fighting.
Oh, fuck, I was going to regret what I was about to do, but I had to do it, or they would end up killing each other with their own bare hands.
With my eyes barely closed, I put myself between them, but they keep staring each other down and growling like rabid dogs. Seeing that, I focus on Nicolas, since he would be the first to get in trouble for breaking down Jorge with his fists.
I pull his shirt’s collar, using all my strength.
— Babe, stop! — I shout, looking right at his anger-numbed blue eyes. — Stop, goddamn it, for me!
Babe? Did I just call that dog babe? You know I didn’t really mean it, right? I just wanted to make him stop, remember? Oh, c’mon… He said it first anyways, he started the act, calling me babe; I wasn’t his babe nor he was mine, we were nothing to each other, N-O-T-H-I-NG! I had known him for the biggest part of my life, and ok, he was beauty incarnate indeed, from the day we first met up to today, but he always got on my last nerve. So, get that “thin line between love and hate” bullshit out of your head, cause that tacky shit only happens in books and movies.
But, then, Nicolas stopped trying to attack, as he had been struck hard, by surprise. I turned my back to him and kept my arms fully open, so he didn’t try to come at Jorge again.
— Get out, Jorge. I think you understood that I’m with him now.
I feel Nicolas’ angry breathing down my nape, and he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me against his body. My ass hits his groin and by back stops against his warm chest.
— You heard it, Jorge, she’s with me. — He growls, pissed.
With a bleeding nose and red circles around his eyes becoming visible, he pulls his shirt up, wipes off the blood flowing over his mouth and leaves. I hear the sound of the front door being closed harshly, followed by the noise of wheels turning against the pavement.
He was gone. And forever, I hope so.
For a minute or two, we keep in that same position, Nicolas attached to my waist, his body dangerously close to mine. Then, I feel the thick, long tent pressure my behind.
I get away from Nicolas, wishing to strike a slap right against his beautiful face, but that wish vanishes soon as I see a small cut in the right corner of his lips, staining his beard with a few drops of blood.
— Lay down on the bed. — I ask and go to my bathroom.
Dear Lord, what just hap
pened? It was way too much drama for one single day.
I wash my face with cold water in the sink, and thoughts of Nicolas’ kiss pop up on my mind again: fuck, why did he have to be such a great kisser? Then, the only phrase that stops me from mounting him right there comes to my mind: “married, married with children”
I sigh and feel a heavy weight over my shoulder. I take one of the hand towels folded into rolls and wet it under the tap so I can clean the cut on his face.
I come back to the room and, to my surprise, all the clothes he was just wearing are flat over the ground, as are his italian shoes and socks.
Nicolas is completely naked: his toned, golden arms crossed behind his head, a wicked smirk on his face and his erect, stiff member royally inviting; his log-thick legs stretched over my bed. He had let his hair down, Oh Lord, take me now, shit only gets harder. You can try and do stuff the right way, but when you got a hairy blonde wolf smiling at like that, like he’s saying “come and I’ll you out like dessert”, it’s way too hard, c’mon Lord.
I had three options, so pay attention and help me out here, cause, if I end up going to hell, I’ll take you with me for being a bad influence:
First, would be diving head first on the world’s hottest man, mouth all those muscles, run my nails all over him and fuck him to exhaustion. Then, like a smart girl, pretend nothing ever happened.
Second, which would be more rational, was explaining calmly and gently that we cannot have anything together because he is married and I have never dealt, nor do I ever want to deal, with a married man, I wasn’t made for being a side-chick.
And well, third, I can’t even remember anymore, which is honestly understandable, since if I was to stay close to this hottie, inside of a bedroom, for more than 5 second I could forget my very own name.
The bastard smiles, not a drop of shame in that huge, sexy body. He moves one of his hands from behind his head and wraps it against his cock.
Lord, look at the size on that, just keep your attention on the gauge of that engine, cause I’ll remember this sight for the rest of my life.
Nicolas jerks off without taking his eyes from me and, low-voiced, hell calls to me.
— C’mon, bring that pretty little mouth over here… — His hand strokes up and down all that almighty dick.
Fuck’s sake… Stop looking at me like that, cause I won’t be able to resist, or will I?
In my mind, reason and desire were battling once more, and rational, headstrong Isa advices me to just run the hell from there: “Would you rather have a couple hours of pleasure with that hot fella or your biggest dream? Since, obviously, after he dicks you down, things will get awkward and when you least expect it he’ll be kicking you off his bed and his house. Whatever happens, don’t get close to that bed!” While the little devil inside me chews her nails down to nubs in despair, and throws her hand around crazily: “It’s Nick, in the name of the Lord, look at that dick again, but look closely, cause you ain’t ever seeing one this nice again.”
Twisting the soaked towel between my fingers, I sweat coldly and walk slowly towards the bed. I heard, somewhere, that deep down every girl likes the Big Bad Wolf better, because he can see you best, hear you best and, most importantly, eat you best.
I look at all the muscles in his six pack, not six, eight, 4 on each side, followed by a beautiful and inviting V shape, a path to damnation, to sin. Was I actually walking towards the wolf’s claws?
I looked at his stiff, blushed member, a dignified dong that made me drool; fuck, my heart even skipped a bit. When I looked at Nicolas’ blue eyes, I couldn’t see anything but pure desire, or, maybe, I was just looking at my own thoughts reflected there.
Chapter 9
Nicolas Santoro Reis
— Anything wrong, babe? — I enter the bedroom and pull Isa to my side, ripping her away from him.
Quiet and wide-eyed, Isa watches the scene in utter silence; all this time I have known her, she has never kept quiet for this long. With my hand around her waist, I hold her tightly against me.
— Babe? — the moron spits the word out angrily. — Didn’t you tell me he was just a friend?
Isa opens her mouth to talk back, but I get in charge of the situation.
— Yeah, we started out as friends. — I look at her, and she keeps silent. That isn’t normal at all, but I, of course, take advantage of the situation. — Friends with benefits. — My hand hits her ass and I grab it strongly. Damn, what a hot ass, I need to do this more.
Any other time, she would hit an all-mighty punch at my balls or an elbow strike at my stomach, but, this time, she only looked at me and smile; and, in her eyes, I saw a silent threat: “you’re gonna pay for getting your hands on me, cheeky dog”. I laughed, ‘cause that was something she would say if she wasn’t enjoying make the asshole in front of us jealous.
— You told me you weren’t fucking with him! — He raises his voice.
— Oh, spare me, Jorge, I owe no satisfaction about what I do with my life.
— But, if you really are curious, there’s no issue in talking about it, right, babe? — I look at her again, and my hand that still grabbed her butt hits a loud smack to it. She burns me with a glare, but I only laugh. — Our sex life is great, thank you. A daily, hot and hard boning session; I just can’t get enough from this woman. — My hand gets filled again, grabbing Isa’s ass hard. I wonder whether she’ll eat my lungs off a silver plate after this fucker leaves, but it’ll be worth it.
— How long have you been creeping on me with this dude, Isa?
— What?! — She shouts, and I get in the argument again; without taking my hand off that fine ass, of course.
— I’ve been trying to get her to dump you for a long time; but you know what she’s like… In the end, she’s soft as butter and was worried you wouldn’t be able to pay your bills without her. — I smile. — But things have changed now. — I hold her against my body and steal a sweet, warm kiss from her soft lips. My tongue tangles with hers; her plump lips open a bit more, and I deepen the kiss.
— Isabel! — Jorge snarls, furious.
And Isa pulls her lips away from mine. I pulls her beside me, and keep my hand buried against her waist.
— Now, in consideration for Isa, I ain’t gonna punch your face in; but, if get close to her again, I won’t be able to take responsibility for my actions
Isa Oliveira Brandão
What?! My body was still shaking, in a mix of anger, horniness and madness. Did he really think he could get away with just burying his hand in my behind like that? Nicolas, you son of a bitch, I’m about to rips your balls off, cheeky hot bastard! And that kiss? Good Lord, my legs were shaken and my panties, wet. I was in catatonic state and not thinking right, Nicolas had completely rocked my boat; and no, I’m not even overreacting, that mouth had just… Good Lord, it had devoured me, and I had finally met the real power of the wolf I was living with.
Jorge was raging, and I am evil for being happy about that?
He walked to me and grabbed me by the wrist.
— Let’s talk outside. — His fist close around my wrist and, before I could tell him to fuck off, Nicolas releases me from him and growls.
— Not so fast, buddy.
Jorge was far from being a small guy, he had a respectable height of 6’2; but Nicolas, well, Nicolas was a man like no other could ever be; if I I had to guess it, he’s probably around 6’5, and let’s not even get started on the muscular broadness he walked around with. Jorge wasn’t much behind, but, still, he wasn’t even close to one of Nicolas’ nails. But, for the love of God, don’t go telling him I said that or his ego will never go down again.
That said, I didn’t even know how to react when Nicolas pulled him and hit the first right-handed jab at Jorge. Really, in that moment, I was shaking, and my face was drowning in wetness… and other places too. There was something stupidly sexy in their fight, how Nicolas stroke one, two, three, four, five hits straight; then Jorge w
ould dodge few of them and jab at his stomach… Ouch, ouch, Jorge, I had seen those abs this morning, and they seen to be rock hard.
Should I get some popcorn? Maybe my cell phone so I can record it and watch it later. Ok, no, I couldn’t do any of that, I had to stop it, as sexy as it was to see Nicolas this savage and furious, so far away from his typical CEO semblance, being nothing but an angry, ferocious wolf right now.
— Stop it, you two! — I shouted and looked around, searching for something I could use to break them apart. If they were dogs, I would’ve used some cold water. I always worked when Rico’s dogs started fighting.
Oh, fuck, I was going to regret what I was about to do, but I had to do it, or they would end up killing each other with their own bare hands.
With my eyes barely closed, I put myself between them, but they keep staring each other down and growling like rabid dogs. Seeing that, I focus on Nicolas, since he would be the first to get in trouble for breaking down Jorge with his fists.
I pull his shirt’s collar, using all my strength.
— Babe, stop! — I shout, looking right at his anger-numbed blue eyes. — Stop, goddamn it, for me!
Babe? Did I just call that dog babe? You know I didn’t really mean it, right? I just wanted to make him stop, remember? Oh, c’mon… He said it first anyways, he started the act, calling me babe; I wasn’t his babe nor he was mine, we were nothing to each other, N-O-T-H-I-NG! I had known him for the biggest part of my life, and ok, he was beauty incarnate indeed, from the day we first met up to today, but he always got on my last nerve. So, get that “thin line between love and hate” bullshit out of your head, cause that tacky shit only happens in books and movies.
But, then, Nicolas stopped trying to attack, as he had been struck hard, by surprise. I turned my back to him and kept my arms fully open, so he didn’t try to come at Jorge again.
— Get out, Jorge. I think you understood that I’m with him now.