A small chime and Shelby pulled out her phone.
Nacho was running late.
"How late?" She texted.
"Almost done here."
"You're actually still coming, right?"
"Yes. You want me to pick up any food?"
"I will literally never turn down food."
"Any preferences?"
"Dealer's choice."
"Ok."
She put the phone back in her pocket and continued tidying up her home. With more time than she'd counted on, she shoved all trash into a big bag and anything that wasn't thrown away was crammed into the numerous cabinets that lined the walls.
With the small kitchen counter cleared off and the clothes that were strewn in the corner now tucked away in the laundry bag and crammed in the shower. It certainly felt a lot bigger.
All 24 square feet of it.
She went to her bedroom, tucking the sheets and blankets down into the space between the mattress and the walls.
Giving every surface a quick wipe she then checked the fridge. Not much in the way of drinks, she pulled out a few cheap beers to the front for easy access.
This was it. He was finally coming over to her house. She ground her teeth as she gave it another pass.
Compared to his it was so much less impressive it could hardly even be called charming. It wasn't that her house was filthy, just a little cramped and a little more than cluttered. But her 1961 Airstream was fully restored, and she knew at the least, he could appreciate that.
Either that, or he'd see what state her life was in and be running for the hills.
She gathered the blankets from the couch and headed outside.
Shelby's trailer was parked at the very end of the fence, sitting at a diagonal, there was a small triangle of privacy from the neighbors when the car was parked alongside. Which she had strategically done knowing Nacho was coming.
Music from her neighbors floated on the breeze and was pleasant enough she didn't pull out her own radio to drown it out. But she did keep it on standby just in case they started arguing again.
The trailer sat on a bed of loose gravel and sand with the rest of the residents of Sunny Sands Trailer Park.
She gathered some things to burn and placed them in the fire pit. They clanged into the metal drum with the rest of the kindling.
After starting the fire, she didn't wait nearly as long as she anticipated, and heard the rumble of the Javelin make its way up to her.
Stepping out into the center drive she flagged him down.
He looked happy to see her as he rolled down the window. "Do I need to find a place to park out there?"
"No, I get two spaces. Ferra still has my Bel Air, so you can pull right up front." She gestured to the front of her trailer.
He looked relieved again that he wouldn't have to leave his car unattended. He pulled it where she instructed and got out of the car with food in tow.
"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" She asked hesitantly as she walked with him towards the back. Studying his reaction to see if he would jump back in his car and run away.
"Not at all." Nacho shrugged, not seeming to find any of his surroundings out of the ordinary. Or if he did, he did an exceptional job not to show it.
They stopped at the fire pit where an old porch swing sat on the ground, its seat and backrest padded in a covering of mismatched pillows.
Shelby sat down, rewrapping herself in a blanket and held her feet to the fire.
"Watch out, there's a weight limit for this thing." She joked, pointing to the broken chain.
"Aren't you worried about these?" He pointed to her blankets.
"Nah. They're wool." She patted the seat beside her. "It still gets cold in the city, you'll want one, I promise."
He stopped a moment, examining the seat. Nacho was wearing dark denim and a red button up shirt. After setting the food down with her, he turned away. "I'll be right back."
A little nervous he was already scared away, but Shelby tried to remain chipper. And the food smelled so good, she decided to get things set up.
Beside the chair, Shelby pulled out a wide board and extended two little legs from underneath, setting it in front of her.
Nacho returned, donning a black leather jacket and sat beside her. Extending his legs out to the fire, but careful not to get his snake skin boots too close.
He sat beside her, and tried to open the bag of food.
The top of the bag was secured so tight it seemed like it would burst open, sending food everywhere, rather than cooperate.
Nacho reached into his pocket pulling out a butterfly knife. He flicked it around in his hand, exposing the blade, swiping it cleanly through the strings, then flicked it closed and slid it back into his pocket in one swift motion.
Shelby let out a low impressed whistle then they unpacked the food from the bags onto the pop out table.
There was a container of potstickers, edamame, a large bowl of chicken tom-kha, fluffy rice, and a few coconut creme bao for dessert.
It bore the labels of a Chinese restaurant all the way across town.
She took a pot sticker and popped it in her mouth. It exploded with flavor, and despite it traveling all the way across town, it was steamy and delicious.
But after seeing Nacho's kitchen, she wasn't surprised he was adept at finding good cuisine.
"Can I ask you something? If I don't I'm just going to be thinking about it all night and I don't want to be." Shelby shifted in her seat and blurted out. "Are you still seeing that girl?"
"The one that came over?" Nacho's eyebrows raised. "No."
Shelby looked down at her hands, unable to look him in the eye as her cheeks flushed. They had shared a few phone calls, but more than a few weeks had passed since they last saw each other. Even on the phone he sounded just as terse as usual, but after reassuring her his night was free, she agreed to let him stop by.
"She was a mistake. It's in the past." Nacho's voice was strained. "We just seem to bring out the worst in eachother. It certainly brought out the worst in me. And I hated myself for it."
Shelby remembered the needle marks on the woman's arm and her strung out state. "How long ago in the past?"
Nacho sighed through his nose. "Things weren't always… catastrophic. But when she started using." He paused, steadying his voice, "I pulled away. And she'd get worse. Then I'd get worse. And it just became a landslide. But I cut it off a long time ago. Sometimes she'll still show up at my house."
"Or at your father's shop." Shelby added with a shrug.
He turned to her, inquisitive look on his face.
"That was the first day I met you. She cut in front of me in line."
Nacho rubbed the back of his neck. "To be honest, I don't even remember that. Back then it wasn't an infrequent occurrence."
"When's the last time you were with her?" Shelby kept the question vague enough that it could mean the last time he was with her, or simply seen her.
"Technically, I ended things over a year ago. But with the way things go on with her… I think the last time I saw her was when she showed up at my house about two months ago. I hadn't seen her in so long, I thought she had finally moved on."
"So technically, you've still seen her since a year ago." Her heart sank a little. Thinking about that woman, alone and desperate coming to his door. Him taking pity on her and letting her in. Shelby's mind raced thinking about the things they might have happened between them.
"No." He looked at her, lips pursed. "When I tell you we are done. I mean it. It's probably why she was so angry with you. I stopped answering the door a long time ago. So, when she saw you." The corner of his mouth flicked up.
"You think it's funny!" She gaped at him, nudging him with her elbow. "I thought- I wasn't sure what to think! But it certainly wasn't funny." But a little laugh broke her attempted seriousness. "I thought she was going to break in or or punch me or something."
Nacho's face relaxed. "I'm sorry about that. She wouldn't though." He squeezed her bicep lightly. "You look like you can handle yourself."
"Oh, yeah?" She held up the chopsticks, brandishing them like a knife. She flicked it over her hand and twisted her wrist around. A clunky imitation of what he did with the butterfly knife earlier, and finished her flurry by slashing the chopsticks through the mountain of rice. "Then you better watch out."
Nacho broke into a smile and he laughed. Actually laughed. It was the first time she'd ever heard the full sound. His cheeks raised up and made the skin around his eyes crinkle at the corners. Eyes soft in the firelight glow as he bit his lower lip, studying her with a pleasing grin.
She smiled back at him. Relishing this moment where she had joyously cracked through the barrier. She wanted to take up a sledge hammer and hack away at his walls till they were nothing but rubble, leaving only this underneath.
A little chime came from his pocket and her heart deflated.
Nacho didn't look angry like he usually did when his phone interrupted them. He pulled it out. Typed something quickly, then said. "I almost forgot." He pushed another button and the screen went black. He held it up to show her. "It's off." He then tucked the phone in his jacket pocket.
Shelby tilted her head, studying him with a smile. "No interruptions?"
Nacho shook his head, "tell me about your day," and put a bite of chicken in his mouth.
He had been honest with her a moment ago. He could have shrugged off the difficult conversation of his past, but he had been vulnerable. And he chose to be vulnerable with her.
Shelby felt emboldened by their emotional intimacy, and after she finished chewing she said. "My dad's parole got denied today."
Nacho didn't react, his stony expression unfaltering. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
Shelby thought for a moment and shrugged, taking in a deep breath. "I'm not sure yet."
"Hmm." Is all he said.
"I didn't go to the hearing. Tia is pretty pissed at me for it."
"Who's Tia?" He said, his voice curious but not overbearing.
"My other sister, Portia. She's… well, she's got her own ideas of what the family needs to look like. And I just can't handle it for more than small doses. You know?" She put a pod of edamame in her mouth and pulled the beans out. Tossing the husk into the fire with a little sizzle.
Nacho raised an eyebrow at her action.
"What?" She shrugged. "Free kindling."
He gave a single laugh through his nose.
There it was again. Her heart picked up. Two laughs in the same night. She decided to put away her metaphorical sledgehammer and was happy to take up an archeologist's pick. Ready to chisel out the years of fossilized feelings and heart hardened stone. She would be happy to slowly reveal its treasure over time with gentle persistence.
She took another bean husk and tossed it into the flames.
"Fair enough." He watched the action and matched it with his own. "That's why you run the garage now?"
"Yes." She scooped a spoon of rice, dipping it in the warm broth. "It's not like I didn't know the day would come. It just feels. Wrong- Different- Not as special?" She searched for the words out loud but couldn't quite land on the right one. "I don't know."
He nodded and wordlessly leaned back in the seat. Folding one arm over his chest, he took the bean pod and put it in his mouth.
Shelby couldn't help but watch intently as his lips closed over it. Her mind raced back to their night together. And the next morning, where his mouth almost did things that she still thought about late at night.
It was like he moved in slow motion. Her breath held in stasis as he put a finger to his lip, lightly licking the salt from it as he pulled it back. The glow of the firelight illuminating him in the most pleasing way.
Her attention snapped back like whiplash when his focus turned to her.
Apparently he had asked her a question and she had been unable to hear it from her trance.
She took a deep breath in through her nose and slowly let it out. "Sorry. What?"
Nacho's eyebrow flicked up in thought before he asked again, tossing the bean pod into the fire. "Does he get another hearing?"
Shelby took a giant bite of rice. Allowing the time to chew it to reset her brain. She swallowed hard. "I don't know. And at this point I don't really care." The confession surprised her.
Nacho didn't interrupt with even a movement or breath as she sat there pondering.
She continued, uninhibited by family decorum or propriety. "He left me with such a shit show." She held a potsticker up, but didn't take a bite. Examining the little morsel between the chopsticks. Looking at it, but also seeing through it to the fire behind. "There was a time where I thought he was a genius. His memory is unlike anything else. But I guess you can be a brilliant engineer and be a bad boss… and a bad father." Shelby said under her breath. She popped it in her mouth, chomping down on it before saying, "Tia doesn't even know. Mercedes does. But certainly not Ferra."
Nacho inclined his head towards her. Not pressing for answers, but not interrupting either.
"The.. I don't know. For almost seven years before his arrest he was a mess." She put down the chopsticks and curled under the blanket. Protecting herself from the cold as much as her thoughts. "I can't even count how many times I cleaned vomit from the carpet in his house. Cut my fingers picking up empty, broken, bottles around his office."
Nacho reached up and put his arm around her. He pulled her close and held her next to him a moment. "I'm sorry."
"Me too." She breathed in the embrace, and she felt her blood pressure drop. "Mercedes and I tried to take him to rehab. I've never been punched so hard in my life."
He released the hug but kept his arm around her. Resting it gently along the back of the chair and rubbing his palm gently on her shoulder. His brows knit tightly together as he processed her words.
She pointed to a faint scar just above her eyebrow bone. "Cracked the skull." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You should have seen him after Mercedes was done with him. Literally three days later he was arrested by the FBI with the worst mugshot I've ever seen, and I haven't seen him since."
Nacho's face was calm and measured. But just behind his eyes, a glint of sadness peeked from behind his hard exterior.
A year ago, this memory would have accounted for tears, or a feeling of loathing or self pity from Shelby. But that time of softness had come and gone. When she thought of her father now, a calloused barrier sprung up in place.
"Anyways," she said, taking another pod of edamame, "now I got the shop. And I'm still cleaning up after him."
"Did you want to take over the garage?" He took another bite of food. His tone uniform.
"More than anything." She admitted with a sigh. "But I didn't think it would go like this. I wanted a proper hand off like my grandfather to him. But instead I got a truck load of paperwork, subpoenas, and a million fires I can't put out."
Shelby sat back in the chair. It felt good to admit all this. If she had breathed a word of her grievances with the garage to anyone in her family, a replacement would have been found so fast, the turn around would have snapped her neck.
It may not have been the ideal timing, but she had gotten what she wanted.
"My father wants me to take over the shop." Nacho stared into the fire, deep in thought. His voice was distant and his hands held the bowl of food loosely in his lap. "But." He simply shook his head.
"You don't want it?" She offered, her voice soft.
"I can't want it. There's too much going on right now." He closed his eyes, hanging his head. "And, no I don't want it, either. I want more. So much more. But if I tell him, it might kill him."
Shelby put down the bowl and reached over, putting her arm across his chest she pulled him closer for a hug.
His arm tightened around her in response. He tucked his head down and rested his chin on top of her head. She could feel the hairs move a little as he breathed her in.
The silence was interspersed with little cracks and pops of the fire. Orange embers spun and danced into the air before turning to ash and floating away.
She squeezed him back and his body was all ridges and tension. As if holding her was this desperate thing keeping him tethered to the Earth, and letting go meant he'd be blown away with the sands.
Nacho buried his face in her hair and took a few deep breaths to calm himself.
"You okay?" She said, at last breaking the silence.
"No." He said, practically through grit teeth as he held her.
"That's okay. You don't have to be." She offered plainly. It was the truth.
And maybe the thought of it or simply taking a moment to take a breath, his posture and grip relaxed. The hold between them that had felt desperate and yearning a moment ago was now tender. Soft. Secure.
The cold evening air bristled against her face, but she felt warm and safe wrapped in a cocoon of wool blankets and pressed against Ignacio.
After a long still moment she started to pull away.
"Wait." The word was soft, a feeling of intimacy in his voice.
It made her pause.
He breathed in sharply through his nose. A hand quickly went to his face, wiping his cheek briefly before it resumed his steady grip of her.
He lifted his head, pulling away enough that he could see her face.
She turned to him, enraptured by his stare.
Soft orange firelight flickered across his face, hitting the strong angles of his jaw and cheekbones. His mouth relaxed, his lips parting ever so slightly as his eyes wandered over her face. The arm around her pulled her close.
She drew her arms in, resting her palms on his chest. Then curling her fingers in to grip his jacket, pulling him in closer as she did.
Being within a breath of him now, staring into his deep brown eyes, she allowed the drama of her family, the weight of the garage, any residual fear of failure to float away.
And he seemed to do the same, his body relaxed. Tension from his shoulders unwound. His eyes softened, and the muscle of his jaw that always seemed clenched gave way. The harsh angles of his face subdued, and for the first time Shelby didn't see any of his internal walls or barriers.
There, with each other in this moment, there was room for nothing else.
Shifting her legs to tuck them in, she turned towards him, pulling herself around to get the best angle to face him.
He moved his arm under her knees, scooping her legs and putting them over his lap.
Over the smell of burning wood, she could sense the always present smell of worn leather on him too. Its typical warm musk that she'd grown accustomed to. But underneath it, a new smell of cologne. It was sultry and inviting in a way that she wanted to bury her face in it.
Nacho leaned towards her, strong arms pulling her close and pausing, just as the tips of their noses touched. A faint smile crossed his lips as he held there, waiting.
She returned the smile by greeting her mouth with his.
There was no timid hesitation now, no pretense holding them back.
He moved his lips against hers and the warmth of the bonfire couldn't hold a candle to the heat of him now.
His mouth opened and their tongues met. Twirling around in a dance only they knew.
Shelby leaned forward pressing her body to his, hands slowly moving up from his chest and wrapping around his shoulders.
The grip around her legs tightened, pulling her closer.
She felt safe being there, swept up and held securely in his arms.
He could protect her, and she could protect his heart.
A drop of water plinked against the metal drum with a sharp sizzle. Quickly followed by another and another.
Little beads started to drizzle down onto them and Shelby could feel them increasing in frequency when she forced herself to pull away from Nacho.
Sizzles sounded from the fire drum as water droplets pelted the hot metal.
"Should we take this inside?" Shelby said, looking up to the sky. It was difficult to tell when the storm clouds met smog, and the rain was upon them quickly.
Nacho stood and helped her to her feet. He began cleaning up food wrappers and Shelby quickly tossed a bucket of sand over the flames, snuffing them entirely.
Shelby held the blankets in her hands and curled her lips inward. A sly grin on her face. "Leave it."
He turned back up to her. Inquisitive look on his face.
"Okay, bring the bao." She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door.
He scooped up the dessert and allowed himself to be pulled inside.
Shelby was grateful to step into the warm space as Nacho closed the door behind them.
Rain began to pick up and they seemed to have made it inside just in time.
"This is nice." He said. His tone was sincere as he took in the restored streamliner.
"This is a shoes off household." She said teasing, and quickly kicked off her boots, letting them thump to the floor by the door.
He gave a little sheepish grin and tugged off his own. The snakeskin pattern from the toe was mirrored up at the brim around the top.
They were now the most expensive thing in her home.
Thunder rolled overhead and rain plinked off the metal roof in light waves.
She tossed the blankets on the couch and stepped towards him, quickly closing the distance.
Sensing her change in energy, he tossed the brown bag on the counter and stepped forward. Their bodies just barely touching.
She gave him a seductive smile. "Now, where were we?"
Nacho returned the wicked smile and scooped her up, wrapping his hands around her waist and hoisting her into the air.
Shelby couldn't help but giggle as she lifted off the ground. She steadied herself by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She tilted her head to the side so she wouldn't scrape it on the ceiling.
Bringing her mouth down she took a nibble of his ear. The sensation made him take a step back, colliding into the cabinet wall with a thud.
Shelby's chuckle was caught short as he spun around and pressed her against it.
Being held aloft between his massive frame and the wooden cabinets, she didn't protest, happily anchored right there.
She pressed up to the balls of her feet and taking the opportunity, she peeled off his jacket.
Once it was over his shoulders, he eagerly wiggled out of the sleeves and went to toss it backwards but stopped. He gently put it on the kitchen counter. Something very heavy in the pocket thunked as it dropped.
But she was already pulling her shirt up and over her head by the time he turned back to her.
Upon seeing this, Nacho began feverishly unbuttoning his shirt. A gleam in his eye and he put his lips to her cheek. Giving the side of her face and jaw a quick succession of kisses as he fumbled with the buttons.
Seeing he had started at the top, Shelby started at the bottom. Unbuttoning in double time, the shirt was gone in seconds.
Gleefully she pulled up his undershirt, tossing it to the side with the rest of their clothes.
He had been away from her too long, she clutched his waist and pulled him towards her again.
Nacho's eager footing caused him to over step; his lips swooped in towards her again and his firm body collided with hers.
Bumping up against her, she felt his hips press into her and it sent thrilling reminders all over her body. Pinning her back into the wall with a somewhat forceful thud, the cabinet doors rattled.
"Sorry." He said pulling back.
But she didn't let him pull back far. "I like it." She gave him a sinful smile, yanking him back against her with optimistic force.
He matched it with his own. Strong and sturdy hands gripped at her waist and his mouth turned from hers, down her neck and over her collarbones and shoulder.
She tilted her head back in bliss, knocking it lightly into the cabinet door. Pressing up to the tips of her toes in an attempt to let his mouth have full access to whatever it wanted.
Her hands traveled down the strength of his back and stayed at his waist a moment, pulling them closer as his surging kisses felt like fire on her skin.
His mouth was making its way lower onto her décolletage. The stubble of his face made a pleasant friction as it traveled over her curves.
Gasping for breath under the weight of sensation, Shelby arched into his touch. If this could end her, she'd let it.
His touch was feather light as he circled around her breast, making his way up to each peak. Her nipples hardened as he faintly brushed his lips against them.
Meanwhile, she had plans of her own. Her hands moved from his outer hips inward. Putting her finger tips just inside the lining of his waistband, running them back and forth along his skin. Similar to how he'd done with the string of her bikini.
As she closed in towards his navel, his abs tightened and a deep sound escaped his throat.
His lips pulled back and his teeth lightly bit at the skin of her shoulder.
Shelby exhaled in bliss and he bit a little harder.
All that strength, tucked away under a shell of control and restraint. She knew he was holding back. She wanted more. And to reward him for his use of it.
She pushed his hips away just enough to quickly unbutton his jeans. Sliding them down over his boxers, over his perfectly filled ass, and let them fall to his ankles.
He quickly kicked out of them, and Shelby began unbuttoning her own.
She shimmied out of them and his hands rushed to touch her body once again.
He spent so much time controlling himself, she wondered if he would enjoy shifting the roles here tonight.
So she waited. Ready to react at the next surge of his energy. Then with the strong grip of his hand on her thigh and she said in her most sultry voice. "Harder."
Nacho paused but only for a moment, and squeezed his body up against her as he bit a little harder against her neck.
It worked. He wandered closer to that edge and she wanted to reward him for it. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around him, and letting out a sound of contentment as she felt his arousal, firm and exciting, press into her inner thigh.
He moved a hand to squeeze her calf, moving his grip slowly up her leg as his kiss deepened.
She could feel his resolve, or whatever inner barrier that had him so controlled, was slipping. There was a primal, animalistic part of him she wanted unleashed. "More." She commanded between breaths as he pushed up against her again.
He let out a grunt of agreement and grabbed her hips tight. Hoisting her up off the ground, bringing her even in height with him.
With the sudden momentum, they pounded into the wall with a hard thud.
She wrapped her legs around him, holding him against her.
Not that she needed help. His strong grip kept her in place with just one arm.
The sudden shift in his power, her heart thundered like the storm outside. "Ignacio." She breathed, "Te deseo."
His eyes lit up, surprised at the Spanish phrase she had picked up.
"I want you." She said again as she panted, locking onto his blazing eyes.
As he pressed forward again, the driving force moved her further up the wall. The cabinets rattled in response and something inside on a shelf crashed down.
A short gasp escaped her, surrendering to his grip and his seduction as he squeezed her against the wall.
He couldn't seem to make up his mind where he wanted his hands to go first. His touch ignited fires everywhere it went. Up her legs, along the curve of her waist, cupping her chest. His hands were as rough and delicious as his kisses.
She wanted to let it burn everywhere until her whole body was consumed with it.
Heat expended inside her chest, as he slanted his delicious mouth to hers again. She followed the sensation by tightening her legs around him.
She could truly feel him now. Swollen with promise and desire as it pressed up between her legs. Only two pieces of fabric stood between them. Thin yet obtrusive. How easily they could just go away.
Need flared through her and it mirrored itself in him.
The building storm was rumbling overhead. Thunder followed by quick flashes of lightning made the windows rattle. Rain pelted the top of the metal roof nearly drowning out any sound they could be making as they moved against each other.
She pulled back, the corners of her mouth curling up. "That way." She pointed to the closed door of her bedroom. She wanted to feel the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, his bare skin touching hers, their mouths never breaking from their slow exploration.
He pivoted them and walked across the room. Each step forward sent tiny bits of electricity across her skin.
Easily carrying her over to the bedroom, Nacho held her securely against himself with one arm, and opened the sliding partition to her room with the other.
The bed was only a double, sandwiched between all four wall at the back end of the trailer. To Shelby, it seemed like more than enough room to get everything they wanted.
The fire in Nacho's eyes burned into her as he placed her down.
Eagerly yanking the covers back, Shelby climbed back onto the bed, allowing space for him to join.
His face was determined and set. Gaze locked onto hers as he crawled across the covers after her.
She laid back, allowing him to close the distance above her.
In giddy delight she began to slide down the top of his boxers. The anticipation and excitement was like Christmas morning as she opened something special, just for her.
She pulled them down and taking in the sight of him sent electricity down to her toes. The musculature of his abs. The ridged V shape on his hips that pointed to his thrilling masculinity.
Something primal in his eyes flashed as she pulled them the rest of the way off.
She involuntarily shivered. Maybe from the cold, or maybe from the anticipation.
He reached down and tugged up the bedspread, pulling it up over them. Trapping the heat inside.
"Thanks." She smiled and relished in the new cocoon of warmth.
He crawled up next to her, resting his weight on his arm and a knee as he leaned in towards her. As always, he stopped right before contact.
A wicked idea crossed her mind and she turned away, pulling her head back as much as the pillow would allow.
He paused, his brows raised in the center as he said confused. "Should we stop?"
Shelby tilted her head and gave him a fiendish grin. "No." She raised her hand to his thigh, drawing little circles on his skin with her pointer finger, slowly making their way up.
Watching in satisfaction at the tremble of his muscles flexed at her touch.
She moved in to kiss him but pulled back just as their noses touched.
As she pulled back again for the second time, it occurred to him that she was teasing him.
Taunting him with his own rules.
He looked down at her, a little incredulous at her behavior, but excited at the new game, nonetheless. "Porque?"
She moved her hand, tracing along the curves of his arm, over his shoulder to his chest.
Nacho's pulse was steady and strong as she dragged a finger along the edges of his pecs and down the center line of his abs.
His body tightened as her finger drew a line straight down past his navel, taking a detour along the V shape of his hips.
"You want me to say the words?" She flicked her gaze up to his, watching intently as she grazed a palm over his bulge.
Air hissed through his teeth and his breathing quickened. He squeezed his eyes shut a moment, as if trying to push back some part of himself. All he could do was nod.
Raising her chest up in an exaggerated breath, she relished seeing his focus shift to her décolletage. Loving the way his body responded to seeing hers.
"Ignacio." She whispered, bringing her knee up, sweeping her calf along the outside of his leg and up his thigh. "I feel like there's something between us." Giving him a tempting grin before her eyes flicked down, and between them was her underwear. The sexiest pair she owned: red, lacey, and enticing. "They're your favorite color." She teased.
"Yes they are." His dark endless eyes bore into hers. A panther poised just on the edge of the forest, waiting for the cue to pounce. "Say it." His voice was deep and commanding.
"I want you." She said and brought her mouth up to his.
A tidal wave of anticipation, and fantasy made real, crashed over them, sweeping up their hesitation and leaving nothing behind.
His hand slid down her ribs to her hips. "Say it again." He said, a deep sound from his throat as It made Shelby want him all the more.
"Ignacio. I need you." She said breathlessly and lifted her hips to touch his.
Running his hands along the curve of her spine down to her bottom, he squeezed the meaty part of her and drew her closer.
His hand slipped under the thin lace and delicately slid it down.
The red fabric yielded to his touch and slowly dragged over and down her hips. The lacey packaging slid over her thighs and she lifted her legs letting him slip it all the way off in one smooth motion.
Heat intensified in that deep part of her, and she wrapped her leg around his waist.
He still propped himself up on his arm and one leg, not putting his full weight on top of her. Bending his head down, his kisses cascaded down her neck.
She ran her hands from his shoulders to his chest, then down the pleasing plane of his stomach, wanting to loiter over every muscle. Feel every part of him like he was feeling every part of her.
His grip dragged slowly up her calf, over her knee and to her thigh. Moving steadily in as it traveled up until he touched that intensified longing heat.
Dragging the tip of his finger across the apex of her body, her skin tingled with each passing stroke. All the while his lips teased and bit along her body. Driving her into a wild frenzy.
With a soft hand, she cupped his face. She brought his lips up to hers, tasting that divine sense of danger and urgency.
His smell, that sultry smell of his cologne had lingered on his skin and sent her senses into overdrive.
This moment felt better than on the sun deck of the boat and the hot tub combined. No hesitation, no interruptions. Only this moment, and this man, she was eager to claim both for her own.
She rolled her hips forward as his fingers danced over that aching part of her.
He paused his kisses and gently bit her neck.
It was magnificent. And Shelby thought she might sink through the bed in ecstasy if he hadn't tethered her to the spot.
He circled around her again, and following how good the sensation was, she arched into each of his strokes. Then he slipped a finger inside of her.
Shuddering a breath, she moved with his penetrating touch.
The callousness of his hands as they moved against her made her whole body swell with each breath.
He withdrew, altering his touch, then tried again. Still seeking out what would excite her the most.
But this time he was more practiced.
Taking his lesson from their previous night to heart, he brought her to that elevated place with lightning speed.
She locked eyes with him, rolling her hips forward against his hand.
Sensing her growing need, Nacho's fingers moved faster. And that ache turned into a tidal wave of euphoria.
Nacho's eyes were eager and demanding. As if wanting to wring out every drop of pleasure from her. He drew his face closer to hers, bringing his lips to her ear and giving them a little nibble. His voice was dark, rich, and compelling. "Quiero que vengas"
Not knowing what he said, but she loved the way his Spanish sounded. His words were like a velvet blanket wrapping around her mind.
She turned her face towards his, bringing their lips together between panting breaths, and waves of sensation.
Her hands gripped into Nacho's skin. Unable to maintain each kiss, her head flopped back onto the pillow and she took wavering uneven breaths. That warm balloon inside her expanded and she thought her whole body might pop with it.
She let it burst and came undone.
Unable to hold it in, she cried out as pleasure cascaded through her body, one glorious wave after another. Washing away all else in each consuming tide. Until finally, she let out a deep breath and her muscles relaxed all at once. She laid her head back against the pillow, panting as if she'd just run for her life.
Once she stopped trembling from the delighted release, Nacho slowly brought his hand up. His body turned sideways, positioning himself off her.
She shifted, and noticed his excitement hadn't abated. On the contrary.
"Where do you think you're going?" She said, grabbing his hips and pulling him towards her.
He struggled to steady himself as he resisted her pull. His eyes were closed and his brow furrowed.
She tilted her head as she examined his face.
Nacho was deep in concentration.
She gently took his cheek in her hand. Tenderly guiding him back to the present moment. "Hey. What's going on? Where did you go?"
Tired from propping himself up, Nacho lowered himself to his elbow. Laying beside her, moving his hand to lightly trace the loose wisps of her hair.
She turned to face him, moving herself closer. She grabbed a handful of the blankets and sheets and pulled them up and over them. Shielding their bare skin from the cold night air.
"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice was a soft whisper. "What do you want to do?" She didn't want to say it, but knew she'd regret it if she didn't at least say, "we don't have to-."
He laughed, almost incredulously, as he shook his head. "It's stupid. I think about you all the time. And when I'm finally with you…" Nacho's voice trailed off as he looked down at the pillow, but his eyes had a long distance stare.
"You think about me?" Pride swelled in her chest a little.
"All the time." He brushed the back of his hand against her jaw, his expression filled with warmth.
"What do you think about?" Her voice was light and playful as she swept a finger over his collarbone down his tattooed pec.
"Many things." His eyebrow flicked up. His expression with his hesitation told her all she needed to know.
She gave him a sultry smile and continued tracing the script of his inked skin. "Like what?"
"I can't." His jaw set firm.
She turned her head and kissed across the knuckles that lightly stroked her chin. "Why not?"
He studied her, his nose flared briefly as if something particularly naughty came to mind. "It's just difficult to… let go." He said, his voice hoarse and thick. "Earlier." He gestured to the cabinets where things had gotten more than heated. "I just couldn't handle it if I-" He couldn't finish the sentence.
"Well you aren't going to hurt me if that's what you're worried about." Shelby scooted closer to him, the radiating warmth of his skin under the blankets felt inviting as she moved towards him.
He squeezed his eyes closed and nodded once. "Among other things."
Shelby wrapped an arm around his neck as she positioned herself closer.
He didn't back away. He stayed perfectly still as he breathed in slowly.
As she moved her body to lay just next to him. It felt like arcs of electricity would spring up and close the distance for them.
"I'm a little tougher than you might think." She leaned forward trailing little bites along his neck, and he didn't even try to reign in the deep sigh as her tongue flicked over his pulse point.
"Are you sure?" He breathed into the motion of their hips moving together.
"I want… exactly what you want. However you want it." She arched into him, pressing the bare skin of his chest against her own. Briefly, the thought of that woman with him flashed in her mind and sent something competitive and ravenous through her. All the power and sensuality he had to offer. She craved it. She wanted him all to herself.
He moved his hand to her ribs, one thumb slowly passed over her nipple and it tightened with pleasure.
"Ignacio." She breathed, her brain unable to find words or sense as his fingers cupped her breasts. "You said it yourself. You said you want more."
"You can't use my words against me." His eyes traveled down the length of her.
"Why not?" She leaned forward and moved her mouth just outside of his ear. Brushing her lips against it as she whispered. "If you want it, come take it."
Nacho pivoted his head and brought his mouth to her neck. His body emanated heat and the smolder of his touch left fire everywhere it went.
She pulled him tighter, closer, and guided his hips and his body over hers.
He took in a breath to say something, but she cut him off. "Yes. this is what I want."
He pressed down on top of her, not his full strength, but it was a start.
She rewarded him by pulling her legs up around his waist.
He fitted himself between her thighs and bent forward. Leaning his weight on his forearm, his hand cupped the back of her neck and pulled it forward.
His mouth opened and teeth lightly sunk into the skin around her pulse.
"Take it." Overwhelming sensation forced her eyes to flutter closed. "Take whatever you want."
His hands began to squeeze more firmly. Gradual at first, then as she exhaled in desire, his grip got stronger and stronger. His touch, his mouth, seemed ravenous for her body.
He moved his hips forward and she felt his length press up against that desiring center. As he unleashed himself his strength was undeniable now. So much so that it almost hurt, but not enough that she wanted it to stop.
Tumbling backwards into bliss, her mind couldn't keep track of what she liked best. The way he felt as his rough fingers searched her skin, the sound of his breath catching as he touched her, the warm weight of him as he pressed her into the mattress, or the back and forth shift of his lips and his teeth on her neck.
Her thoughts were interrupted as his mouth moved lower. He shifted his weight back as he did.
Slow tantalizing kisses make their way down between her breasts, over her ribs and past her navel before he held just there.
He gazed deep in her eyes, his breath hot and promising on her low body. "Is this alright?" He said, pulling back a little.
"Ignacio." She reached down and ran her nails lightly down the back of his head to his shoulder. "Take what you want."
His eyes were fire and determination, locking onto hers as he opened his warm mouth onto that intimate place.
The first stroke of his tongue sent a shock down her legs, electrifying her whole system.
She involuntarily arched up from the bed, breath held in anticipation of his next touch.
Nacho studied her, hooked his arms around her thighs and lowered his mouth again. This time, anchoring her in place as he circled his tongue in slow sweeping movements.
Blood rushed to her head, every warm touch of his tongue was sweet torture. She moved her hand, running her fingers through his hair. Feeling his head sway under her touch.
Her other hand clenched the sheets beside her, crinkling them in her grip as she held on from the waves of unrelenting sensation. Desperate to find something to hold onto or she'd drift away in the swirling storm of pleasure.
And just when she thought she'd had too much, he plunged a finger inside her.
A full body shudder went through her but his grip on her thigh held her securely in place. His open mouthed kisses continued on the best part of her and his fingers slid inside with each rock of her hips.
She lifted her head briefly to see him, his eyes had not changed. Still watching her with blazing excitement. Altering the touch and movement of his tongue, teasing, testing for what made her react the most.
Pulse racing, and fast shallow breaths as she quickly reached closure again.
Nacho's fingers quickened, as if demanding the desire from her.
"Ignacio." She tried to call out his name again but heat swelled up inside her and swallowed her words with it.
It was all she could do before folding into the sweet release he powered into her. She reached up under one of the pillows, pulling out a condom she had tucked away.
At the call, he quickly moved up her body, his mouth crashing into hers. He rocked his hips, pressing his arousal against her. The force was wonderfully rough as their bodies slammed together.
She shimmied herself closer with a sly grin. Her body went tight and loose all at once. Eager for him to close the distance again.
His velvet skin slid over hers, deliberately slow and tantalizing.
The sensation was pure bliss. Her body was slick and willing.
He situated himself right at the entrance of her body, quickly placing the condom, then slipping one hand under her hip as he brought her near.
But he paused. Still holding back. Waiting right at the edge.
"Ignacio." she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. "I said, take what you want."
The sound and vibration as he growled in approval nearly shook the bed. The invisible tether holding him back, finally released.
What she had thought was fire in his eyes, now only seemed small embers to the passion and fury he looked at her with.
He dropped down and pressed himself into her.
It was a warm and filling sensation and grew as their hips met, finally unencumbered.
A tidal wave of pleasure washed over her as she finally experienced the full power of his body.
He withdrew and moved in her again. And again.
She dug her nails into his shoulders and greedily adjusted her movements into his. Delighted to synchronize her movements with someone so wild and free.
Nacho dropped his weight onto her, resting only on his forearms, his chest rising up against her with each inhalation.
His breath was deep and heavy, the ends marked with a slight exclamation of pleasure.
He was tall. Taller than the frame of her wimpy double bed. And the refurbished wood of the trailer walls creaked as he pressed his feet against it. Using it like a springboard to launch off each thrust.
The power rocked her forward up the bed as it shook on the metal frame.
Suddenly she felt his hands clamp around her biceps, dragging his grip up her arms until they were pinned above her head.
Holding both her wrists easily with one hand, fimly holding them down, it allowed his other to explore freely.
Not bothering to pull against the restraint of her wrists, it was delicious surrender under his full strength.
He slowed his movements for a moment, and she moved her body to match them.
Long drudging kisses resumed and he released his grip on her arms.
She reached a hand up, pressing her arm into the wall behind her, wanting to try and balance the force he was exerting on her. She wanted to feel every ounce of his power and strength in her.
A faint bead of sweat had formed along his back, she ran her nails along his skin, delighted in the victory of his exertion.
His breath was hoarse and heavy as his hips rolled forward, gaining speed again without losing power as she braced against the back wall with both arms extended now.
Head spinning, she felt the hard length of him deeper within her.
He propped himself on one forearm, keeping their bodies close. Moving one of his arms under her, he tilted her hips up. This new angle made her see stars.
She gasped in ecstasy and a smile passed over his face briefly as he panted, eyes glazed over in lust.
Every long divine moment where their bodies joined, drove her higher. The sweet balloon of release just a moment more of expanding and it would surely burst.
Nacho's breathing turned a gluttonous thrill, his panting book ended with a robust exertion. As if they were climbing a peak where the air was thinner, their breath became shallow as they raced up the mountain together.
Each thrust drove them closer to that sweet edge.
The heating sensation rose up in her, a filling expansion being inflated with each time he moved into her.
Feeling him inside her now, unleashed power and potential, her head flopped back onto the pillow as she gasped for air.
With a moan so powerful it almost shook the trailer, she and Nacho fell over the edge together.