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I turn and proceed to meet her. “Weird day.”
“I’ll bet. Tell me everything.” She smiles like she didn’t inhale a life-threatening amount of smoke the day prior.
“You seem back to your old self,” I say.
“Oh, I just hate mornings,” she lies, and we both laugh. I can tell she’s still in some amount of pain, but she’s doing a good job of hiding it.
“Woo!” The other women clap for me when I return, except for Maria – who’s shaking her head with a grin.
“She made it a day with the big bad wolf,” Gabby cheers.
“I’m looking forward to not cooking breakfast tomorrow. I did all three meals today, alone!” Jane complains jokingly.
I put my hand to my chest like I’m receiving an award, and then plop on the couch opposite Maria.
“Tell us everything.” Gabby sits next to me.
“Well. Turns out Donny Valentino is either trying to protect Leandro, or trying to kill him.”
“What!” Gabby gasps, then bites one of her nails. “Oh, that’s not good. If Leandro dies somewhere out there on a day while we’re triple-latched in…”
“We’ll become old maids in a pretty basement!” Anabel clenches the leather couch. “Ugh, can you imagine? All this.” She presents herself. “Gone to waste.”
“Will you let the damn girl talk?” Maria sets her magazine down, and the others quiet. “How do you know this, Sia?”
“I listened in on a phone call,” I explain. “Right after Donny told Leandro there’s heat on him, Leandro spotted a tail following us, so he took us on a detour…”
I tell the story in great detail – my angst sitting in the seat about to be found out by two mobsters, how Leandro got the jump on them, everything. Well, not everything. I left Arnold out entirely, as well as Leandro’s confessions of his inner desires, and the intimate moments we almost shared.
The girls didn’t seem disappointed with the lack of a few key details. I guess being stuck down here for a year can make anyone hungry for adventure. Gabby felt extra bad for me and prepared a bubble bath afterward.
We talk for a little more as I’m soaking in the tub, before she leaves me to myself. Some privacy. I get up – water leaking onto the towel as I run to lock the door.
I’m not sure what comes over me, but there’s already heat flushing my face. I think of Leandro working on the car, and for some reason, I’m inside it. His hazel eyes keep scanning my body from outside the window – like we’re zoo animals separated by glass.
We send little hints to one another. It starts subtly at first – flickers of a smile, brushing my fingers along my collar bone and the hunger it sparks in his eye, the way he swipes the rag over the hood slowing, deepening. I tease my finger around my nipple – over the shirt. And he in turn grabs his huge cock while he’s cleaning the windshield. Then things get a bit more heated. The next time he looks up from the hood, my breasts are out, and I’m licking my teeth for him to come get me.
To my shock, he ignores me. At least I think he does, until he literally walks past me to the back window, rips off his tank top, rolls it around his fist, and punches through the glass.
I scream in my fantasy, and in reality the heat between my legs is boiling when his fingers graze along my bare shoulder, but the shattered window is too small for him to squeeze through and claim me.
There’s a button on the tub I catch out of the corner of my eye, and when I press it, hot-tub jets start bubbling throughout.
Leandro pulls my hair in my fantasy, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life. His breath tickles my neck like an animal deciding whether it’s going to feast on me. He bites down just enough to attract pain and pleasure, and I lose myself.
Shifting in the tub, I position myself so the jet is gently massaging my slit. A whirlwind of pleasure spirals up between my legs as I imagine him unlocking the passenger’s side door and dragging me out by the ankles.
I scream again as he does it, but I don’t ask him to stop. He tears at my clothes in a fit of passion. I envision him how he was when Anabel burnt down his shrine. Unhinged. Unable to stop. Thinking of his touch before ignites more fire. I imagine that same strong embrace dangling against my clit.
“Alessia,” his voice echoes inside my head. “You make me feel again.”
His growl loosens all of my anxiety.
Take me, Leandro.
Fucking, take me.
I finger myself hard as the jets massage my clit.
