You Have Always Been My Dream

by Jaycee Avalon

I start collecting my clothes from the living room and I’m glad to find my bra on the couch. I already stuffed my bikini inside my purse and I’ll have to go without one until I can get a clean pair.

  “What are you doing on Sunday?” I ask as I sit myself at his kitchen bar.

  “I might have to see about a lead but that’ll be later, after dark. Why, you want to spend all day with me in bed?”

  “That’s actually a good idea but no can do, baby. I have a whole family dinner thing, starting around four. What to join me?”

  Alright, that wasn’t so forward, was it? Just casually inviting him to a family dinner, that’s all. But I know I’m lying to myself when I see his wicked grin spread across those sensual lips.

  “Don’t you think it’s too early for me to meet the family? This is a casual thing, remember?”

  “Exclusive, casual thing,” I remind him.

  “Oh, nena. We are so exclusive I’ll tan that ass of yours if I find you fooling around with another man. Believe me,” he threatens and I’m actually breathing heavy at his words.

  This feels a little too serious for a casual thing.

  “Erick,” I say tentatively.

  “Si, mi amor?”

  “That’s, ah… a lot of Spanish,” I accuse.

  “That’s Rosetta Stone for you and two years of Spanish high school coming back to me,” he explains.

  “You can’t learn a whole language in a day or two, Erick.”

  “I didn’t. Just some major words, but I’m not fully fluent on it yet,” he chuckles.

  Clearing my throat, I start eating the scrambled eggs with toast he puts in front of me. Coffee is pretty good and of high quality. We eat in silence, studying each other. Until he breaks the silence by answering my question.

  “I’ll go with you on Sunday. But that’s almost a whole week and I’m not sure I can wait that long to have you again. When can I see you?”

  “I’m not sure. I work the rest of the week. Hell’s Kitchen is too far for me to come again,” I answer him honestly.

  “I’m moving into Justin and Mel’s building later tonight after my job. I’ll text you the apartment number and you can meet me there tonight,” he says as if that solves the problem.

  “I don’t think so Erick. Look—”

  He cuts me off by walking around the breakfast bar and standing between my thighs, pulls me to him and kissing me hungrily.

  “I’ll come to you if that’s easier. Either way, I’m having you tonight. Go change while I clean up breakfast and I’ll drive you to your place. I have a meeting to get to in about two hours.”

  White boy is dismissing me and I don’t like it, yet I don’t seem to find the power to fight him and it sure would be nice to get his scent on my sheets.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Erick

  She has either been sleeping in my new place or I’ve been sleeping in her place. Either way, I’ve managed to have her with me almost every night. Now I need to start working on getting her to see us more than just a casual thing.

  So far, I’ve been successful at avoiding her every time she tries to bring up the subject of our “casual thing.”

  She works in this boutique which I hate and as soon as I have her moved in with me, she can spend her days scouting for her next great work of art.

  I had to do another late-night surveillance on this asshole yet I still don’t have concrete evidence he’s cheating on his wife. I’ve seen him come out of that house, but I never see any woman come out with him to bid him goodbye.

  I texted Lolita letting her know I was going to stay put till around six or seven in the morning, see if anyone comes out of the house and boy was that a good decision since the young woman and little girl who walked out that door was the best I’ve gotten so far.

  The little girl seems to be around five or six. He’s been married for about two years now so I don’t think she’s his but I need to do more research on it.

  Lolita was getting ready when I got to her place and I managed a quickie before she left, she left me here thinking I was asleep, which was my intention. If I can’t spend the night with her, I’ll be sure to sleep in her bed, surrounded by her fragrance.

  “What!?” I growl to Justin over my cell, his rude ass woke me up.

  “Where are you?”

  “At my woman’s. Had a late-night last night, I’m trying to get my beauty sleep, so unless this is important, I’m hanging up on your ass.”

  “Heard Lolita tell Mel her boss has been trying to get a feel. Might want to get down to the boutique and mark your property, bro,” he says seriously before hanging up.

  “Fuck, no!”

  My ass is up and getting ready, not even bothering to take a shower. Good thing I brought a change of clothes. I make sure I wear a sleeveless shirt, showcasing my muscles, wash my face, brush my teeth then muss my hair so I look ready for a beatdown. I then make a couple phone calls.

  Asshole is leaning on the counter talking to my woman while she folds some clothes. The few ladies scanning the merchandize along with the other assistant lift their heads up when the bell rings as I walk inside.

  The other assistant start walking towards me but I go straight to my woman, pulling her into my arms.

  “Hi, nena. Am I late for lunch?” I ask before I kiss her passionately.

  “Erick!” she breathes out when I let go.

  “Hi, baby,” I say again and kiss her once more since I love kissing her.

  “Ahem!” the sleazebag clears his throat and I pull off her slowly.

  “Hey bro, what’s up?”

  “This is not appropriate behavior for my employee,” he says but there’s no force in his words.

  “Your employee? As far as I know you’re not the owner, just the manager.

  “She’s still under me.”

  “Erick!” Ignoring her protest, I pull her behind me and advance a step towards the sleazebag and stand straight with my muscles taunt.

  “Mind repeating that!” My voice is menacing and I hope he can hear it.

  “She’s my, ah, she’s un… ah” Asshole can’t even talk.

  “She’s not your anything and I heard you’ve been trying to get your hands on my property. Is that right?”

  “Sir. Ah. I demand you leave my store immediately.” How the sleazebag managed to get that much out, I don’t know, but it’s clear he’s about to pee in his pants.

  “Now see, I’m afraid I can’t do that, since the owner just hired me and my men to install surveillance cameras around. They’ll be here in about half an hour,” I smirk.

  “Erick?” Lolita’s soft voice calls.

  “Si, nena?”

  “What are you doing?”

  “I came to take you to lunch and then I need to install some cameras around. Need to keep an eye on my woman.” I turned back to her and ignore the asshole completely.

  “Mrs. Gonzales hasn’t said anything about surveillance,” she accuses.

  “She won the lottery, baby,” I say softly to her before changing the subject, “did you have lunch yet?”

  “Erick!”

  “Did you?”

  “No. But, Erick—” I cut her protest with another kiss, sucking her tongue hard before biting her lip lightly.

  “Come on, I’m taking you out. She’s taking her lunch break, we’ll be back when my team gets here,” I tell the sleazebag, moving Lolita towards the exit.

  “Oh, make sure you don’t do shit to your other assistant or it’ll be your hide,” I warn, throwing a wink at the stunned assistant before exiting the boutique.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Lolita

  “I can’t believe you just did that!” I screech at him, indignantly.

  I’m totally turned on though. That jamonero has been getting on my nerves for a while now and it was a pleasure to see him shake so much. The asshole was about to pee in his pants at the sight of my big and muscled man.

  Still, Erick’s ‘my woman’ and �
�my property’ statements aren’t siting well with me. The man is acting too proprietary with me and we’re stepping into dangerous territory.

  “We’re supposed to keep this casual, Erick,” I remind him.

  “And we are baby. Exclusively casual. Or were you thinking of letting him touch you?”

  “No!”

  “Then I need to make sure that asshole knows to keep his hands of my casual fling,” he explains.

  “Erick, this is getting too close,” I insist.

  “No, you can—” but he doesn’t finish, swallowing hard, he closes his eyes before opening them again. I can see they are tormented. “You can step away if you need to, just…”

  “Alright, esta bien. Just, keep it casual,” I tell him.

  But I know very well it is no longer casual. I know Erick has been playing for keeps now and I’m truly afraid of what it means. Now I’m also afraid of what tomorrow night will bring. I was hoping my family and especially my brothers would scare him away, but now, I’m not too sure I want that.

  “You want Cuban?”

  “No, let’s go for some pizza. You’ll have plenty of Cuban tomorrow,” I answer.

  We get a quick bite to eat and sure enough two of his men are there. Keith and Smith. Finally! a last name I laugh since I always thought men in this field refer to each other as such, but Smith laughs and tells me that’s actually his first name.

  “Mama’s joke,” he chuckles, eyeing my co-worker.

  “Hey, this is Rita. Rita, this is Erick and his men; Keith and Smith,” I introduce.

  Wrapping a hand around my waist from behind, Erick gives her a “Señorita,” making her blush.

  The manager is nowhere to be seen and Rita tells me he got a call from Mrs. Gonzales letting him know about the men coming over to install surveillance in the place.

  Both Rita and I get behind the counter to help the few customers but we’re all looking at the gorgeous men on top of ladders working to install cameras around the place.

  “God! Look at that ass!” Rita exclaims.

  “Ass? Look at those arms, I’m thinking he can do push-ups with me underneath,” the woman who brought her merchandise over says, she’s not making an effort to pay.

  “You think that Smith guy is single, chica?” Rita asks.

  “I’ll ask Erick later if you want.”

  That sets a barrage of questions regarding my new beau. Luckily, we’re speaking in Spanish and they’re oblivious to our talk, though I doubt they’re missing all the women salivating over them.

  He picks me up at the end of the day and we stop to have a nice Italian dinner then he takes me home. The man wasn’t kidding when he told me he likes to go down on his woman. He spends hours making me come.

  But aside from how hot the sex is, it’s the hours he spends talking to me, telling me about himself and getting me to tell him about myself that I’m beginning to get addicted to. He loves hearing me talk and he listens to every word I utter.

  He’s making me fall in love with him…

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Lolita

  “Madre de Dios! Gracias, Señor. Gracia, Dios mío!” My mama prays.

  “Let me look at you, boy!. Oh, so handsome, look at those green eyes. You’re going to make me beautiful grandbabies, aren’t you, boy?” Kill me! Kill me now.

  “Mrs. Martinez,” Erick greets with a chuckle.

  “Mama, please. Erick is just a friend.” I need to contain this; I need to contain this right now.

  “Mentirosa!” switching to Spanish, she starts berating me loudly; “I can smell him on you. Don’t you lie to me, hija!”

  “Smell who on whom?” my brother Hector asks in Spanish, walking to us.

  Spotting Erick, he stops and whistles loudly, gathering the rest of my brothers and cousins, everyone goes silent, looking at Erick.

  “Who’s this?” Tomas asks in English as he walks to us.

  Tomas is the oldest in the family and since our dad passed away, he’s the head of the family now. He’s tall, big with lots of muscles and no one in the neighborhood dares disrespect him.

  When he found out about John’s cheating ass, I pleaded with him and my other brothers not to go after John. Afterall, John is a lawyer and I didn’t want him suing us. Besides, I felt free and was glad to be rid of him.

  “Don’t worry, nena, no one is suing my ass,” is all he had told me.

  He got even by seducing John’s secretary and making sure John walked in on them while he was doing her. Tomas is a Don Juan and my mama is threatening to cut off his penis soon if he doesn’t settle down.

  “I’m Erick, you must be Tomas?” Erick smiles wide at him while holding out a hand.

  “That hand clean?” Tomas asks, looking at Erick suspiciously.

  “Beg your pardon?”

  Smirking, Tomas winds an arm around Erick’s shoulder and leads him further into the house while my mama holds me back, “let the boys welcome him,” she warns.

  “Oh my God! That’s one good looking gringo!” my cousin Tina exclaims.

  And so, the inquisition begins…

  Three hours later, I haven’t seen Erick since he was taken by my brothers and some of my cousins. I’ve been thoroughly interrogated and he’s been ‘oohh and aahhh’ so much I want to start punching some women who need a beating.

  I finally find him laughing with my brothers in the backyard when I bring out a large bowl of salad. I’m ready to go to him when my cousin Tito pulls me roughly by the arm.

  “Let’s dance, chica!”

  I’m about to fight him but the minute the first note hits and his hand goes around my waist to my lower back and the other takes a good hold of my other hand, up in the air, I sway with the music. Salsa is in my blood and I soon forget all about my worries and move my hips to the rhythm.

  He pulls me to him, swaying his hips with mine then turns our bodies around twice before extending me away from him then pulling me back in, more hip swaying, more turns. Pushing on my hip slightly I circle him while my hips sway to the music before once again my body flies away from him only to be reeled back in.

  Is a sensual dance, but since we’re cousins, no sexual body parts touch at any angle even if it appears as if they do. It’s the ability to move and be moved, to sway and be swayed that is the enjoyment of salsa dancing.

  Half way through the dance, on an outward swing, my free hand gets grasped and pulled, sending me off balance and I crash against a hard chest, my eyes colliding with the thunder in Erick’s face before he turns our bodies twice and swings me out.

  Pulling me back in, my core presses against his harness, my hips sways to his rhythm before once again I’m being swung out, then back and around this body.

  I’m getting turned on by Erick’s perfect Salsa steps and sensual body movements, as if he was born and raised a Latino. I tried teaching John some Salsa. But his hips wouldn’t sway and he had two left feet. Erick doesn’t need lessons and he’s using Salsa to seduce me.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Erick

  Winning Tomas, Hector and Pepe was easier than stealing candy from a baby. Making sure Mrs. Martinez falls in love with me was a walk in the park and the little sister, Mari, is making google eyes at me at every turn. I think her full name is Amargura, which I found out means suffering just as Dolores means aching.

  Alright!

  I’m going over my security agency with the boys when Lolita finally walks into the backyard, dropping a salad bowl onto the table already piled high with food.

  I’m about to smile a greeting to her when a man I haven’t met pulls her to him and walking to the dance area, starts swinging her on the dance floor.

  I drop my smile, my body going rigid and my feet move towards them, but I get pulled back by Tomas’ hand on my chest.

  “You Salsa, white boy?” Tomas asked.

  “Lolita does Salsa and it’s one of her greatest enjoyments and it’ll continue to be so, hear what I’m saying, Grin
go?” Tomas threatened.

  “Then it’s a good thing I Salsa so she can be plastered to my body,” I tell them.

  Ignoring their stunned faces, I push myself out of Tomas’ hand and go straight for my woman. She wants to dance? She’ll dance with me.

  Learning Salsa, Merengue, Cumbia, Swing and other exotic dances is an excellent way to learn to move your body and it improves a wrestlers’ coordination, which is something Justin and I found out early in our wrestling careers.