Thanks to everyone who took the time to read, review, favorite and follow! I got back to most of you but thanks also to: stordec23, Guest (I love sweet tea! I'm sure Juice would too...if he ever figured out what it was... ;)), and Mary (Haha perfect day to read! I love Missy! :) That's another great idea! I'll have to play around with that one!) :D
HUGE thanks to KupKakes09 for collaborating on this with me (and writing the smut)! If you haven't read her story, "Monster" yet, you definitely should go check it out! :)
Warning! Smut below! Angela mentions this little moment in chapter 116 of 'Hands All Over'. ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Angela
It Won't Be Soon Before Long
Chapter 36: Love in the Closet
By Love Ink & KupKakes09
The music was blasting over the big speakers in the Mayan warehouse. It was the spot they always used for club parties since it was in the middle of nowhere and no cops ever went out there to bug them. Their real clubhouse was above their record store in Oakland on a street lined with businesses. Too small for parties. Filled with a bunch of random furniture and crap, and a decent bar, the warehouse was a perfect place to party.
Esai was leaning against the makeshift bar, a Corona in his hands. His fifth. He was officially patched in and in line for the VP patch as soon as his Old Man gained the President one. Looking across the warehouse, his eyes landed on the girl who would be at his side for it all. Angela was standing there with a group of his brothers nursing a glass of tequila and coke. Her cousin was due out the coming week, and he was scared as hell that he was going to lose her.
He was working hard to get her attention, make her jealous, but she was completely oblivious to the Mayan sweetbutts or pulgas as they called them. Named after the Spanish word for fleas because they had a mean bite and were just as hard to get rid of. True to their name, they kept coming up to him, whispering dirty things in his ear. He'd let them flirt and flirt back a bit, but she hadn't noticed a thing. She was too comfortable in this environment, too used to his games. Her lack of interest was slowly driving him insane. Had he really lost his touch? Was he starting to lose her?
He watched her talk to his boys, studying every inch of her despite his drunken haze. She was beautiful, his Angelita, but she didn't know it. Didn't show it off, not unless one of her girls dressed her. Tonight, he knew Rosa had given her the outfit. A leather mini skirt and a tight green tank top that showed a sliver of her stomach. Simple and sexy, just like he liked it. The heels she'd come in with were gone though. He'd known the second he'd watched her teetering out of their apartment that those high heels wouldn't last long.
She laughed, rolling onto her toes and kissing Paulino's cheek. Esai saw red. Slamming his beer on the bar, he headed over there. "The fuck you think you're doin'?" he asked, grabbing her arm.
She instantly tensed, trying her best to free herself from him. "What the fuck? Let go, E!" she exclaimed, her nails digging into his hand as she tried to pry his fingers off of his arm.
" 'ey, woah, chill," Paulino said, slapping him on the back. "We're just messin' around, 'mano! Didn't do nothin'!"
Esai didn't hear him, he was too busy dragging her back to the small storage closet. He shoved her inside, slamming the door behind him. "What the hell, E?" she exclaimed, throwing her arms out to her side.
"The hell was that? You cheatin' on me with Lino?" he asked, getting in her face.
"No! You're fucking ridiculous!" she spat, pushing him away. "What is wrong with you, dumbass? Lino's like my brother. You know that!"
Anger surged through him. He wanted to lash out, smack her for calling him a dumbass, but he was no woman beater. It went against his genes. Instead, he reached out an arm and side-swiped all the paint cans off the shelf. Paint flew everywhere, covering the floor and the walls. "Didn't fuckin' look like it!" he spat, his face splattered with blue paint. They stood there in silence, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Then a drunken giggle escaped her hold, and she bit her lip to stop from laughing. His anger faded a bit, lust replacing it. She looked so fucking sexy with her dark eyes lit up with happiness, her arms crossed just right under her chest that they pushed her breasts up showing off more cleavage than usual. "What'chu laughin' at, chiqui?"
"You," she replied, covering her mouth as another giggle escaped. She stepped towards him, touching his cheek. "You're covered in paint, payaso!" (Clown)
He chuckled, reaching out to stick his hand in a puddle of paint before pressing it against her cheek. "There! Now you are too!"
"Hey!" she exclaimed, putting her own hands in the paint and rubbing it into his hair. He grabbed her around the waist, hauling her up against him and grinning as her laughter filled the small room. The stupid fight they'd just been in the midst of was forgotten as he set her down and pinned her against the door, his lips crashing down on hers as he pressed his body to hers. He could taste the tequila on her tongue and grinned. "You taste good, chiqui," he murmured, snaking a hand under her shirt. "Like tequila y…paint."
She laughed against his lips, her fingers sliding into his hair. "Pretty sure the paint's poisonous, dude," she pointed out, tilting her head to the side as he started kissing on her neck.
"Mmm. Pretty sure you're poisonous," he replied, going to kiss her lips again. He couldn't get enough of the sweet way she tasted. "Like a drug. Addictive. Mi Angelita. Yo te amo tanto, mi vida." (My little angel. I love you so much, my life.)
Angela pulled away, her nails scraping against the side of his scalp and sending shivers down his spine. "Then why were you talkin' up those pulgas, huh?"
Esai grinned in triumph; so she had noticed. "Jealous, chiqui?" he teased, knowing by the look in her eyes that she had been. She'd played it off easily before but face to face, he saw it. "Just tryin' to catch your attention, baby."
"You had it. You always have it, E," she told him, her dark eyes searching his face for a brief moment.
"You always got mine, Angelita," he said, lifting her off the ground by her thighs so she could wrap her legs around his hips. She did so, a soft moan escaping her lips as he ground himself into her. " 'specially in this tiny skirt, chiqui. You got everyone's attention in this."
Angela smirked, rolling her hips into his making him groan in response. "Only wanted yours."
He kissed her again, harder this time while he worked the skirt up her hips. "You got it," he murmured against her mouth. "You 'n' me…we gonna finish what you started in here last year."
"Bring it on, baby," she challenged, a mischievous look in her dark eyes.
Esai grinned through their next kiss catching her mouth in a heated move that left her gasping. He raked a hand through her dark hair feeling the silky tresses in between his fingers. With a little tug he got her head to dip back just a little bit more while they kissed, letting him nip a trail from her lips to her jaw.
Angela gripped at his shoulders when she felt the nips going down the hollow of her throat then back up again to her ear. Esai's teeth tugged down on the bottom of her earlobe, rolling it twice before sucking on the flesh just beneath it. A smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth at the soft gasp that left her lips. He knew exactly how to work her. Knew what would make her grind against him again.
His hand slithered lower moving up her thigh feeling the smooth tanned skin all the way up to the dark blue thong that she had on under her tiny skirt. "Blue, eh? Que paso con el verde?" he muttered on her throat, looking down at the skimpy fabric. "You a Mayan princessa not some come cuervo." (What happened to the green? Mayan princess…crow eater.)
She grinned back squeezing her legs around his waist as he ran his fingers over the lacy material, feeling along her core. "Green? Blue? Que te importa?" she teased, moving her hips into his touch. "You're the only one who gets to see them. Besides maybe I wore them for Lino." (What do you care?)
His hands gripped her thighs so hard it was almost painful. "Too bad. Lino ain't ever gonna see 'em," he growled, his hand slipping between her legs again. She was so ready. He could feel the heat against his palm, feel her wetness through the thin panties. He pressed his thumb down on her clit teasing her. "You gonna scream for me, chiqui?"
Angela's hips bucked slightly at his touch. "You gonna give me something to scream about?" she threw back, her voice strained.
Esai yanked the little strip to the side, running to fingers along her sit as he parted her open. He dipped a finger in between her lips, swirling it around her clit without directly touching it making her whimper. "You know it."
He jerked his hand away from her going for his zipper. He pressed her harder into the wall holding her up with just his own legs as he hurried to free himself with a few jerky pulls of his fly. Then he was back, pulling her panties out of his way to press against her slippery core, guiding himself in. For as much talk he did, he was slow starting, giving her time to adjust around him with a sharp breath of his own at how good she felt.
Angela looped her arms around his neck loosely trusting him not to drop her as he started to rock back and forth inside of her. The angle of the friction was delicious. He was hitting a spot inside of her she hadn't known even existed, his pelvis grinding against her clit. She didn't even hold back the quiet whimpers of approval. That was as close to a scream as he was going to get.
His forehead rested against hers as he placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head. There was a tense, strained feeling in the little closet. Almost as if this was the last time they were ever going to be together, the last time things would be good between them. With that thought in his head, he pulled back at far as he could with her legs wrapped around him, roughly pressing back in. Angela pulsed around his length trying to clamp down around him, moving her hips as she attempt to reach the climax she was seeking. "Harder, E," she murmured against his cheek. She nipped at his ear, pressing her ankles into his thighs to coax him on. "Por favor."
Esai was panting with a strangled gasp every other breath. "You still jealous?" he growled, his teeth sinking into her neck.
She gasped in response, her hand flattening against the wall as her other hand curled around his neck. "Fuck no," she breathed, tugging on the hair at the back of his head. His eyes met hers, and a surge of pride went through him at the euphoric look in her dark gaze. "C'mon, E. Mostrame como me quieres." (Show me how you love me.)
He went for her neck again, sucking hard on the soft skin that tasted so sweet. He was starting to teeter on the edge but for once wanted to wait for her. "Eso, chiqui," he urged, feeling her squeezing around him. He reached down cupping both of her ass cheeks, jerking her lower half roughly against him once more. She cried out his name as she came, her head falling forward to press into his shoulder. Seconds later, Esai came with a groan, emptying himself into her. He slumped against her, pressing her into the wall as he tried to catch his breath. "Fuck, baby. That was…amazing."
"Shit," she cursed, pushing him away and untangling herself from him as she tugged her shirt back down. "Shit! You didn't use a fucking condom!"
Esai shrugged off her panic, setting his hand on her cheek. "Relax, chiqui. You get pregnant, I'ma take care of you. We'll be like a little family or somethin', sabes? Ma always says she wants another baby 'round the house. "
Her eyes widened in shock as she took a step away from him. "Are you fucking crazy? My cousin gets out next week! I can't be pregnant! He'll kill you. Literally! "
"You're on birth control, though, right? 'n' I know Rosa's got a whole stock of that Plan two shit," he said, trying to calm her down, though inside he was starting to feel as nervous as her. He knew the reputation her cousin had and was assured that the Tacoma killer would not hesitate in killing him for impregnating his cousin.
"Plan B, tonto," she corrected, rolling her eyes at him. She ran a hand through her sweat soaked hair, seemingly calmed by his idea. "Nunca mas, E." (Idiot. Never again)
" 'course not, baby. Ain't ready to be a daddy yet anyways," he said, pulling her in closer. "Ain't about that changing diapers game."
Angela laughed, standing on her toes to kiss him. "One day you will be," she told him, tugging lovingly on the front of his cut. "Porque yo no voy hacerlo sola." (Because I'm not going to do it alone.)
"No promises, chiqui," he said, holding up his hands. He looked down at her, noting the paint that covered the front of her shirt and skirt. "You got handprints all over ya."
She looked down before reaching out a hand to smack him. "Damn it! This is Rosa's! She's going to kill me! Quick! Dame your shirt, so I can hide it!" (Give me)
"Nah, I ain't rockin' a cut and a beater. Ain't no redneck," he said on a scowl.
"You ever want to do this again, you'll give me that damn Pendleton, E!" she stated, waving her finger in his face.
Esai chuckled, shucking off his kutte and handing it to her. It had streaks of paint all over it from her fingers. He scowled at the sight of them. "Ma's gonna kill you."
Angela smirked, holding out her hand for his Pendleton shirt. He gave it to her, shrugging his cut back on over his simple white beater. She slipped it on, doing up all the buttons before doing a little twirl. "How do I look?"
He grabbed her hips, pulling her into him with a growl. "Sexy as hell, chiqui. All mine," he murmured, catching her lips in rough kiss, his hands finding her ass again.
There was a loud pounding on the door, and she grimaced. "Esai! Stop!" she said, laughing as she pushed him away. She went to get the door, pulling it open to find Lino and Rosa on the other side. "What's up?"
"See, I told you nothin' was happenin'," Rosa said, smacking Paulino's arm. "He thought you 'n' Esai were fightin', but obviously you were just fuckin'."
"Ro!" Angela exclaimed, her cheeks turning red.
"Don't play all innocent with me, Angelita," she mocked, her arms crossed over her chest. "Mira! Paint everywhere! Chica if you got paint on my skirt, you're payin' to get it dry cleaned. I ain't kidding, yo." (Look!)
Angela rolled her eyes at her friend, turning to glare at Esai. "Send the bill to him! He was knockin' paint around."
Esai chuckled behind her. "I gotchu Ro. How much you want for it? Looks hot on my girl."
Rosa scoffed at him, moving her hands to her hips. "Hundred bucks. Take it or leave it," she told him.
"Leavin' it," he said, holding his hands up in defeat. "Ain't got that kind of cash yet. Not for a damn skirt."
"You two best 'head out 'fore Marc sees ya. He's gonna be pissed about that mess," Lino said, nodding towards the closet.
Esai looked back of his shoulder at the paint that was splattered all over the place with a smirk. "Cover for us, yeah?" he asked his fellow Mayan.
Lino sighed, rubbing a hand over his head as he nodded. "Yeah, man, pero I ain't cleanin' that shit."
"Thanks, 'mano," he replied, pulling him into a manly hug before turning to Angela who was currently enduring a lecture from Rosa as she shoved a pill and a bottle of water in her hand. He smirked; he knew Angela's best friend would have Plan B handy. Girl had a stock of it in her car, perks of having a mom who was both a nurse and paranoid about her little girl getting pregnant too early. "Chiqui, you ready?"
She sighed, drinking another couple of sips from the water bottle before handing it back to her friend. "Yeah, vamos," she said, putting her hand in his. (Let's go.)
He squeezed her hand tightly, smirking when she winced. Neither of them liked holding hands much since their fingers didn't exactly fit well together. She said his hands were too big, fingers too wide to fit comfortable between the spaces of hers. He pulled her into him, putting his hand on the small of her back instead to lead her to his bike. He watched her slide on with a grin, setting her helmet on her head. "Love you, chiqui," he said, leaning over to kiss her. "Por vida. Your primo comin' home ain't changing shit, entiendes?" (For life...cousin...understand?)
The small smile on her face was a bit sad as she looked at him. "Yeah," she replied on another sigh. "Por vida." (For life.)
Writing Angela and Esai is one of my guilty pleasures especially with KupKakes' input...let me know what you think! ;)
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~Love Ink