by Ky Crossfire
— Yeah, I know… I gave her a couple friendly nicknames too… Lady Tramp, Fancy Hoe.
Nick laughs and repeats her.
— Lady Tramp, I love it. — He laughs out loud.
Sourly, Diana leaves, but not before saying she’ll be back for the interview, so she can participate on it too. Sweating, I take a couple quick breaths as finish my last Crossfit set.
— C’mon, punk! Our ride is here! — Isa shouts.
Ride? Which ride?
I drop the halters on the ground and go to the main gate, where I see Isa run towards Logan. She jumps in his arms and gives him a tight hug. Even from afar, I can see her say something to him before he kisses her on the lips.
Son of a b…
Isa Oliveira Brandão
Logan was leaning against the jipe parked in front of Nicolas house. He didn’t have a shirt on, showing off his perfectly sculpted golden muscles.
Dear lord! I was never too keen on tattoos. but as I got closer to Logan, I could see a pair of horns tattooed on his lower abs, and I just needed to see that body ink, which seemed to be a bull.
He wore jorts and flip-flops. Over his eyes, black aviator style sunglasses.
I started walking a little faster when I realized Nicolas was observing us. Then, literally, I ran into his arms and gave him a strong hug.
Damn, what a good smelling man. His tight body hugged me back, holding me nice and tight.
Suck that, Nicolas!
— Logan, kiss me.
And I didn’t even need to ask twice.
Logan leaned his head to the side and kissed me. I couldn’t tell if it was from the early afternoon sun, or from Nicolas’ flaming glance over us, or from his lips mouthing mine, but the heat had just gone up about a thousand degrees.
It was one of those breathtaking kisses, his warm, soft tongue caressing mine slowly. The fresh taste of mint and the way he held my waist against his body made me legs tremble.
— Isabel! — Nicolas bellowed at the gates.
Slowly, I took my lips from his. Girl, what a kiss. I’m not sure if it’s as good as Nicolas’, but maybe I just needed a couple more kisses to make up my mind.
I hit his muscular chest playfully and smiled.
— I’ll be right back, Devil.
I walked back to the gates sporting a large smile on my face.
— C’mon Nick, hurry! — I yell using all my air while waving my hands around. — Damn, has the weather gotten hotter all of sudden or am I tripping?
— Do you really think I am going to allow you to be making out and being all nasty like that in front of my child?
I just keep on smiling.
— Of course not. — I tease. — The making out and the nasty stuff will be saved for later, when no one is seeing us.
Nick comes sporting a backpack on his back, wearing black shorts and a cap in the same color.
— Run, punk. Just get in my friend’s car, right there. I’ll just be finished with your father soon. — I turn my gaze back to Nicolas, and his eyes flow with anger. — Hum… I think I haven’t forgotten anything. See ya, boss.
And so I leave, dancing and singing:
“I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself...”
Chapter 17
Isa Oliveira Brandão
I spread the beach towel on the white sand and weighed it down using Nick’s sandals and mine too. Logan came right after us, carrying his surfboard over his head.
— Can you surf, Nicolas? — He tries to talk to the kid, who’s looking at couple girls a bit older than him sunbathing not far from us.
He laughs as I nudge his stomach with my foot and catch him red-handed, staring at the girls. Like father like son, I guess.
Like father wolf…
“No, Isa. No wolves. Bulls, think about the bull” I take a quick glance at the horns showing over his waistband. I had never seen such a cheeky tattoo. Of course, I was dying to find out how big that ink was.
“The only animal in your thoughts now will be the bull!”
I open the button of my jean shorts and slide them down my tights, until it slowly falls from my hips. I feel Logan’s dark eyes follow my every move.
“So, Jorge, it seems I was too fat for you only, dickhead!” Both the bull and the wolf seemed to appreciate my curves. Nicolas, of course, did in the most shameless, cheeky way, grabbing and pinching them whenever he had a chance.
I was wearing a backless one-piece swimsuit, and it was fairly decent in the front and sucked in what needed to be sucked in, but in the back it was basically a knitting of threads crossing at my back.
I sit back with my arms supporting my body, digging my fingers into the sand.
— Are you thirsty, Nick? Why don’t you pick a couple things to drink and eat and ask them to bring it here? Spens as much as you want.
I wink and hand him Nicola’s card, the one he gave me to buy groceries. What? Did you think I was about to go to Copacabana and spend my last hundred bucks? That money was supposed to last up to the end of the month!¹
I laid on my stomach and watched Nicolas walk towards the kiosks.
Logan sat besides me and bit his lip. I saw myself in his sunglasses.
— What’s up?
— Are you going to tell me about what happened back there?
The kiss. Of course he was talking about that. I smile.
— Why? Did it bother you?
He smirks and glances at my body.
— No, but I need to know if a hairy giant is going to come at me for kissing someone’s girlfriend.
A giant, hairy, furious wolf.
— I’m not his girlfriend. — I frown and look at Nick again. He’s already ordering.
— Humm… — He mumbles warily. — If I’m not mistaken, that is the same guy who threw you over his shoulder in front of about a hundred people, at least.
— We don’t have any relationship, at all. — I answer incisively. — The thing is, we have known each other ever since we were kids, and he’s always been an asshole.
Why couldn’t I just relax? I had the creeping feeling that, just like at the dinner night, he was about to show up at any moment to ruin everything.
Logan becomes silent. Why does Mr. Bad Wolf have to be the focus of our conversation and my thoughts? Dammit!
— Alright… — I give up. — I wanted to piss him, but I also wanted that kiss. If it made you uncomfortable, I won’t do it again. — I hold my chin over my hands and rest my head. Logan bursts out a cheeky smile and gets up.
— Don’t worry… I just hope the sea waters are cold. — He plays, grabbing his board.
As he runs towards the sea, I gaze at the muscular lines on hid golden body. Nick comes and sits next to me. He hands me a chocolate popsicle and takes one for him.
— Is chocolate fine?
— Time for you to learn something, punk: — I open the treat and take a bit. — chocolate is marvellous. If you ever meet a girl who doesn’t like it, — I take another bite — run, ‘cause she’s probably kinda nuts.
He giggles.
— I’m telling you, there’s one thing I surely know about in this life, and that’s sweets.
Nick looks at the tricks Logan does at the sea, surfing like a pro.
— Now, tell me. — I look around, as I have a creeping feeling of being watched, and I dislike that. Maybe it was because my swimsuit was shoved in my ass, but that was one of the reasons I didn’t go out much. — You got that black eye from a girl, didn’t you?
His eyes, which were as blue and the sea in front of us, widen.
— Relax. — I take a last bite of my popsicle. — Your secret is safe with me.
I sigh and lay down, enjoying the sun
— Me and my great Sherlock Holmes sense. — I swing my legs around. — I have to say though… the fruit does fall where you drop it.
Isa Oliveira Brandão
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Corumbá – 14 years ago.
— Go, Rico! — I yell. — Hit his hairy ass straight!
Without ever taking my eyes away from the fight, I peel the mango with my hands, and its juice flows between my finger.
Nicolas dodges the hits and crouches, swinging his leg in a quick movement, making the brawl last only a few seconds. Rico is on the ground.
— Fuuuuck! — He curses, holding his wrist against his chest. — You broke my wrist, dickhead!
— I didn’t mean to! — He shouts and laughs
Nicolas looks at me and prepares to run, but I catch his pace, and we fall down together. He tried to catch my hands, but they slipped from his grips because of the mango juice, and then I felt his knee against my back. I fall only inches away from his mouth.
— Now come over here and give me a mango-flavored kiss, c’mon. — He winks and smiles, pouting.
Rio De janeiro – Present day.
— And that’s how your father got his first black eye. — I close my fist and show it to Nick. — But, in his case, he deserved it!
— Who deserved what? — Logan comes with a ragged breathing, his body dripping salt water and his shorts a little lower than usual, so that I could see a bit more of the bull tattooed on his groin.
— Old stories. — I brush it off. — Remember Rico?
I touch the cupcake pendant, noticing the striking resemblance between Nicolas and his son.
— Yeah, I do. — Logan drops his surfboard and signals with his head, inviting Nick for a couple moves.
A man wearing a yellow tank top reaches us, holding a tray bringing corn on the couple, sandwiches and two cans of ice-cold coke.²
— Thank you. — I say. — You can leave it there.
I look towards the street and I can recognize Nicolas. He’s standing at a fair distance, but you can’t just miss a man his size. The Bad Wolf’s muscular width and traits were out of this world. His sitting, wearing only dark pants and sneakers, and has his knees close to his chest, so that he can lean his shoulders over them.
“The wolf!” The devil in me screamed when she saw him there, sneaking, spying us from afar. In a weird, quite disturbing way, the freaky nymphomaniac that sometimes surfaced when I was near Nicolas would never show herself in the same way, since, somehow, the bastard had put it in my head: “The wolf fucks you better”
Pretending not to see him, a looked at Logan and smiled:
— Can you help me put bronzer on my back?
I reach with my arm and grab the brown flask. Logan smiles cheekily and kneels at my side.
— Make sure to rub it well so it won’t leave any marks. — I ask.
He pours the creamy liquid and starts massaging it over my back.
— Hey. — A girl greets Nick. — Do you wanna play volleyball with us?
He glances at me.
— Go on, wolf cub. But keep around.
I keep my eyes on their game. It doesn’t take long for Nick to make friends.
— He’s good with the girls. — Logan says without ever stop rubbing.
Damn… It feels so good.
Of course he’s good. Remember who is father?
“That’s Mr. Bad Wolf, dammit, he fucks you better” the little devil points out.
Nicolas Reis
From inside my car, I saw everything from a distance: Logan rubbing sunscreen over Isa’s back. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, angrier than I’d ever been. Of course, he was taking the chance to really feel her curves. And the dirty girl had a smirk on her face that was driving me crazy!
As all that wasn’t enough, Nick was right beside them, standing on the surfboard, trying to mimic on sand the moves Logan had just done on sea a couple moments ago. I needed to see it closer.
I took my shirt of and left over the driver’s seat. I left the car and watched the scene from afar, foaming in anger.
Now Nick was playing volley with a couple girls, while Isa watched their game, looking satisfied. That son of a bitch was pouring liquid over her ass, that huge, delicious ass! I’m gonna kill that little devil.
I get up!
But I can’t just go there! I had just said it yesterday, I wasn’t going to run after her anymore. I can’t take my eyes off tha sinful one-piece she is wearing.
The fucker keeps on squeezing her tights, running his hands down Isabel’s thick, smooth legs.
That bitch! That’s just what she wants, to make me mad. And you know what? She got it!
Isa Oliveira Brandão
— Devil, my dear fallen angel… — I tease. — Could you fetch some beer for me?
Logan wipes his hands on his shorts and gets his black wallet, which is under a white tank top.
— Sure. — He looks at my body, still shiny from the bronzing oil. — Anything else?
Get the hell out of here dude, before the wolf breaks you down to smithereens
— No, thanks. — I smile and send him a kiss.
A couple seconds later, when he’s just a couple steps away, I see Mr. Big Bad Wolf’s shadow over my body. His light brown hair became a beautiful golden tone under the sun: wild and rebellious, just like their owner.
Nicolas couldn’t take his eyes from my ass, so lay with my stomach up and mess with my hair.
— Can you move to the side a bit? — I stretch my limbs over the sand slowly. — You’re messing up my sunbath.
Raging, he takes a towel from Nick’s backpack and throws it over my body.
— Will you please cover yourself?
I take off the towel and get up.
— What, Nicolas? Is my thong bothering you?
I stretch my arms and take a piece of grilled cheese from the tray.
— Hum… — I sigh — It’s so good. Want some?
Raging, he looks towards Logan, and I follow his eyes. He’s waiting in the line to the kiosk.
— Why don’t you go back to that photoshoot with your secretary and take some pics with her, looking all beautiful and happy?
— Wrap that towel around you and get in the car.
— No! — I answer. — We were having fun until you showed up!
Nicolas looks at Nick and yells:
— Nicolas, get in the car!
Nick and the girls stop the game. Pouting, he returns to where we are.
— Nicolas, I said get in the car. Now.
I huff, annoyed, and lightly mess up his hair.
— Let’s go, punk. Later this afternoon I’ll teach how to use a slingshot.
Nick takes his backpack and flip-flops and walks heavy steps to his father’s car.
— Bye, Nick! — The girls shout together, but he only waves back to them, not even turning around;
— Nicolas, you are the number one jerk. Would it hurt to just let the boy have some fun? What’s up with you, huh?
— Everything ok, Isa? — Logan stops at my side with a can of beer in his hands.
I exhale slowly.
— Of course, devil. — I throw my arms around his neck. — It just happens that I’m such a good maid that my boss came all the way to here just to get me, you know? There’s probably a emergency for me to solve. — I joke. — But don’t worry: today, I’m not leaving without saying goodbye properly.
I point my toes and kiss him. Logan’s tongue tangles with mine in a movie-like kiss. All in your face, Mr. Bad Wolf! Right in your face!
¹Most brazilians are paid by monthly instead of weekly, which, depending on one’s salary and money management, may result in having no money at all to spend in the end of the month. Thus, most brazilians tend to save a part of their payment solely to use it in the last week of a month.
²In most brazilian beaches, you’ll find several kiosks and tents selling food and drinks in the beach. Most of them will allow you to spread your towel near the kiosk and will then bring your order to you. Some of the most common things to eat at the beach in Brazil are: corn on the cob, skewers, fish sticks, ice cream, slushies, açai, acar
ajé (fried bean cakes filled with shrimp), and others.
Chapter 18
Isa Oliveira Brandão
I spread the beach towel on the white sand and weighed it down using Nick’s sandals and mine too. Logan came right after us, carrying his surfboard over his head.
— Can you surf, Nicolas? — He tries to talk to the kid, who’s looking at couple girls a bit older than him sunbathing not far from us.
He laughs as I nudge his stomach with my foot and catch him red-handed, staring at the girls. Like father like son, I guess.
Like father wolf…
“No, Isa. No wolves. Bulls, think about the bull” I take a quick glance at the horns showing over his waistband. I had never seen such a cheeky tattoo. Of course, I was dying to find out how big that ink was.
“The only animal in your thoughts now will be the bull!”
I open the button of my jean shorts and slide them down my tights, until it slowly falls from my hips. I feel Logan’s dark eyes follow my every move.
“So, Jorge, it seems I was too fat for you only, dickhead!” Both the bull and the wolf seemed to appreciate my curves. Nicolas, of course, did in the most shameless, cheeky way, grabbing and pinching them whenever he had a chance.
I was wearing a backless one-piece swimsuit, and it was fairly decent in the front and sucked in what needed to be sucked in, but in the back it was basically a knitting of threads crossing at my back.
I sit back with my arms supporting my body, digging my fingers into the sand.
— Are you thirsty, Nick? Why don’t you pick a couple things to drink and eat and ask them to bring it here? Spens as much as you want.
I wink and hand him Nicola’s card, the one he gave me to buy groceries. What? Did you think I was about to go to Copacabana and spend my last hundred bucks? That money was supposed to last up to the end of the month!¹
I laid on my stomach and watched Nicolas walk towards the kiosks.
Logan sat besides me and bit his lip. I saw myself in his sunglasses.