"Here," Yuriel noticed and he reached out, taking her hand. She followed him into the bedroom and then he left for just a second, going into the bathroom and then coming back with a towel in his hands.
She stood there as he began to gently massaging the towel over her head, his fingers lightly massaging her scalp. Alison's eyes slipped closed and she leaned in closer to him and she wasn't looking but she could feel his face closer to hers now, his breath warm and steady on her face and she felt his nose brush against hers.
Keeping her eyes closed, she lifted her hands and they found the way to the back of his neck. She gently pulled him forward as she pushed her lips to meet him halfway and the instant they kissed, she nearly sank against him, sagging as if everything inside of her just gave away and deflated in that moment.
Yuriel's hands fell away from her head, the towel falling to the floor, and his arms circled around her waist, hauling her body against his. She moaned softly, her arms sliding around his shoulders.
"I promised your pops," he muttered, hardly lifting his lips from hers as he did.
"Promised him what?" She whispered.
"Promised him I'd keep you a good girl."
And Alison almost felt herself whimpering at that because her body was crushed to his and she could feel him growing harder in his jeans, pressed against her.
She didn't want to be good if it meant she couldn't have Yuriel like this. Her whole life, she had been Lawrence Silver's good daughter. She obviously had her problems but for the most part, she did anything her daddy told her to. Always quiet and polite and the picture-perfect daughter. And she was fine with that. She really was. There was nothing wrong with being a good girl. It's who she was and it had taken her some time but she was beginning to like who she was again.
"Just because I'm a good girl doesn't mean I don't want to feel good," she heard herself whisper in a husky voice she didn't even recognize as her own.
Her eyes opened and she looked at Yuriel and Yuriel was staring right back at her. She swore that neither of them were breathing as one of Yuriel's hands slowly slid down from her waist.
"You gotta tell me to stop, Alison," he said and his voice somehow sounded lower and rougher than usual and just hearing it made her want to moan.
She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and her eyes focused on his. She shook her head slightly. "I won't," she whispered to him.
She didn't know what he was going to do and it seemed like Yuriel wasn't too sure either. But then, his hand began moving downwards again and she had no idea what to expect, having never had a man touch her like this. She kept her eyes bravely locked with his and she hoped that whatever he saw her looking at him with, it only showed him that she wanted this to keep going.
"I can't do this," he shook his head as his fingertips touched her bare thigh.
She tightened her arms around his shoulders. "You can," she said, still whispering. "I want you to, Yuriel."
She felt his fingers twitch and then he slowly crept them upwards again, slipping them beneath the hem of her dress. Her heart began beating again, hard drumbeats in her chest that nearly felt as if they were bruising the bone and she felt goosebumps break across all over her skin but she definitely wasn't cold this time.
Without a word, without taking his eyes from hers, he began gently moving her backwards and she felt the bed hit the back of her knees. She sat down slowly, her stomach fluttering madly, and he kneeled down on the floor in front of her. His eyes still weren't moving from hers and she wet her lips again with her tongue. His fingers were moving further up her thigh, slipping to the inside of it, and she felt herself spreading her thighs a little wider even though he told her to do no such thing. She was going with instincts and between the pull in her stomach and the dull throb growing now between her thighs, she felt like she knew what to do.
The first time he touched her through her underwear, she couldn't help but gasp. She knew it was coming and yet, it still completely took her by surprise and Yuriel's hand immediately froze. He didn't move it away but he didn't make any more movements and now that he had touched her, she knew she wanted him to again.
"Yuriel," she whispered his name and shifted her hips a little, looking at him as she spread her thighs a little wider.
Yuriel stared at her for a moment, his eyes intently upon her face, and he then touched her again, his index finger slowly tracing her through the growing damp fabric. She bit down on her bottom lip as she watched him watching her with unwavering concentration on his face. It was the look he had when he worked on a car. All of his attention and focus was on the task at hand and he wasn't going to make a mistake. Alison had watched him for so long, daydreaming about his hands and his arms, and now, his hands were on her, one resting on the outside of her thigh in a light grip while the other was between them, touching her and rubbing her and she heard herself moan softly, feeling herself grow hotter and wet.
His fingers paused and she almost let out a whimper of protest. "Alison," he whispered her name then and she hadn't realized her eyes had fallen shut until she slowly pulled the lids back and saw him staring at her.
She shook her head as if she knew he was asking her if she wanted to stop and she slowly lowered herself back onto her elbows so she could still watch him. She didn't know where this sudden burst of bravery was coming from but she knew she liked it and hoped it lasted so Yuriel couldn't doubt a single second of this happening.
She bit down harder on her bottom lip and she reminded herself to keep breathing as she felt his fingers move and then he was pushing her underwear to one side. The air of the room was so cold as it rushed against her heated, now exposed, flesh, she nearly gasped with shock. She stared at him as he stared at her; a part of her no one had ever seen before. She wondered what she looked like to him and she wondered why she wasn't feeling embarrassed. She was probably too hot about what was going on to think about being embarrassed.
Yuriel inched a little closer on his knees and then his fingers were back, touching her bare folds and she let out a small whimper, her eyes sliding shut. His touch was light, somewhat hesitant, but she could feel herself tingling, the throbbing steady between her thighs as her heart raced in her chest.
She gasped loudly as Yuriel then began to slowly inch one of his fingers inside where nothing had ever been before. He froze and lifted his head to look at her.
"Alison?" He asked softly and she knew that he must have figured out that she was a virgin. She didn't nod or shake to confirm or deny. All she did was reach down and wrap her fingers lightly around his wrist.
"Don't stop," she said to him quietly, staring into his eyes.
"This ain't right," he shook his own head.
"Please don't say that."
He stared at her and her eyes stayed on him. She had no idea what he was thinking and all she could imagine was him pulling his hand away, standing up and walking out of the room, leaving her there splayed on the bed with her thighs open and an ache she didn't know how to get rid of.
Yuriel didn't move away though. He exhaled a deep breath and his eyes lowered back to between her thighs. And when she felt him beginning to move his finger again, she let go of his wrist. It was tight – she was tight – and she shifted her hips, a little uncomfortable at such a foreign intrusion but she didn't want him to stop and he didn't. He didn't until his index finger was all the way inside and she exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.
She laid there, still keeping herself on her elbows and her head tilted back, and she took a moment for her brain to catch up on what was happening. She had her thighs spread and Yuriel Salas had his finger inside of her. Yuriel Salas's finger was inside of her. And when he slowly began to pull it back, she heard herself moan softly.
He started to do it again and again, over and over. Pushing it in and then pulling it out. Slow – almost painfully slow – but she was getting used to it and she supposed he was, too. She wanted to ask him how she felt but her
throat was too thick and dry and she couldn't do anything right now except breathe heavily and moan softly.
She heard herself whispering his name again and again as if she was saying a prayer and she cried out when she felt him add another finger – his middle, this time, to join his index. She was feeling so hot and so wet and she could still hardly believe that this was happening. Yuriel was moving a little faster, it feeling like he was rubbing every inch of the inside of her and when the tingles started to spark across every inch of her body, she knew what was happening even if she had never quite felt it happen to her before.
And then his thumb swept across that sensitive bud at the top of her folds and she cried out, not able to help herself, Her head fell back and she moaned out as he did it again and again and then those sparks turned into explosions and she felt tremors breaking out and spreading to the very tips of her fingers and the very tips of her toes. She heard herself moaning out loudly, her back arching sharply and she gasped his name over and over again.
She felt his fingers pull out from her for the last time and it took her a minute or two for her breath to return. And when it did, she slowly sat herself up, seeing Yuriel still kneeling there beside the bed. He was staring at her and again, she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She wondered if she would ever be able to read him.
She lifted her hands to his face, her thumbs swiping across his cheekbones and he closed his eyes for a moment, nearly rubbing himself against her touch. She didn't say anything because she had absolutely no idea what to say when that was done – thanks for the orgasm just sounded so tacky – so instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his forehead in a kiss, him sinking a little against her.
And he seemed to sigh – almost sounding a mixture of content and relief – before his hands slid up her thighs and curled around her hips and he held on.
Chapter Twenty.
He had done drugs before. It wasn't as if he was proud of it but he was a Salas and Carlos's little brother and of course he had done drugs before. Mushrooms and prescription pills and pot. Nothing too heavy. He stayed the hell away from most of the other stuff, especially meth – seeing firsthand what it did to too many people around him, including Carlos. He liked his pills and his booze and it always gave him a swirling buzz that lasted for hours.
He hadn't done anything like that in years though. He still had beer, yes, but he didn't drink like he used to and he sure as hell didn't pop anything into his mouth anymore like he used to. He didn't really see a reason to and he never felt that desire to. That was when he was young and stupid and thought those were things he thought he had to do for some reason.
And then Alison Silver came into his life and he tried to stay the hell away from her because he knew. He could tell with one look at her. She was more dangerous than anything he had swallowed into his body. He looked at Alison Silver and knew that that girl could fucking kill him if she wanted to. When he finally talked to her and they started spending all of this time together, he knew, without a doubt, that this girl was going to be the death of him. She more addicting than any pill he had ever come in contact with and the more time he spent around her, he just wanted more.
He always wanted to be touching her or kissing her or just being near enough to her to smell that sweet buttercream scent of hers. In just a few weeks, he had touched Alison Silver more than he had ever touched another person in his life and his fingertips just seemed to crave only more. He was the junkie and she was the fix.
When he woke up with her in the bed, her head was near his shoulder. Not resting on it but close and he laid there and looked at her, listening to her soft breathing and looking at the way the rising sun filtered in through the window behind them to cast over her and make her blonde hair look like it was shimmering. Who was this girl and why the hell was she lying in bed with him? She was too beautiful to be anywhere near him and he didn't get why she didn't understand that; didn't get why she seemed to crave him as much as he craved her.
Yuriel wasn't the sort to linger in bed but this morning, he laid beside Alison and watched her sleep and he hated that they both had to get up and go to work because this morning, he just wanted to lie in bed with her and not leave for any reason.
But then – too soon after – her eyes began fluttering and then they opened. She looked at him tiredly and murmured a good morning to him and he watched as she stretched her arms before she slowly sat up. And after that, he sat up, too. They took turns in the shower and ate their bowls of cereal and drank their glasses of milk because neither were the biggest fans of coffee. And when she went into the bedroom to get dressed and came out again in one of her dresses and cardigan sweaters, she gave him a small smile and he smiled a little in return.
He had decided that he really loved her always wearing dresses before he shook that thought from his head because it made him sound like some dirty old man.
It was another insanely busy day at the garage – all of the appointments Alison had made for the four mechanics for the rest of the week beginning today and there was hardly any joking around or talking as there usually was as Yuriel, Axel, Martinez and Zach all kept their heads down, seeing one customer after another.
Occasionally, he would look to the office to see Alison on the phone or totaling a customer's invoice, smiling as she took their form of payment. She was always smiling and he couldn't help but be a little amazed at that because she had gone through so much shit – was still going through it – and she still found a reason to smile and be happy with the world around her. The scars on his back and the scars buried inside of him, Yuriel rarely saw a reason to ever like anything in this world.
But then, Alison Silver came. He wondered if that was how it was going to be for him from now on. Pre-Alison and post-Alison. Because post-Alison, maybe he was finding himself not hating everything like he used to.
As suspected, he wasn't able to look over the Hybrid in a half-hour as well as he normally would have and he told Raquel that she would be better off taking it to the dealership in Atlanta where she had gotten it from. He walked to the office with her and Alison smiled when she saw him, taking the paperwork he handed her.
"Don't charge her," Yuriel told Alison. "Wasn' able to do anything."
"Thank you, Yuriel, "Raquel smiled gratefully. "Is Martin in his office?"
"He is," Alison nodded. "Been cursing over his computer for most of the morning."
Raquel laughed at that and then saw herself to the back of the shop where Martin's office was. The two had an unlikely friendship but it was one that had lasted for many years now and despite the differences in almost every aspect of their life, their friendship was close and strong and seemed unbreakable. Most understood that Martin looked to Raquel in the same way he looked to Alison – aas the daughter he never had and Martin was Raquel's father figure.
Once it was just the two of them, Alison looked to Yuriel and smiled. "Your eleven just called and they're going to be a few minutes late. They're stuck by a train."
He nodded and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. "Better take advantage then," he said. He would ask her to come out back with him but he knew she wouldn't want to leave her desk. "I've been thinkin' 'bout somethin'," he then told her.
"And what's that?" She asked and he could see her cheeks stained a faint pink.
"Thinkin' it's time I take you out on that date," he said.
She laughed a little. "I guess," she shrugged. "You've already had your hand between my legs. I suppose you could buy me dinner now."
He let out a cough, shocked that she had just said something like that, and he looked at her. He saw the sparkling in her eyes but the deep blush sweeping across her face and he couldn't help but give a crooked smile.
"You can't say things like that to me while we're at work," he shook his head. "It'll make me wanna do all sorts of things to you."
She bit down on her bottom lip for a moment and then smiled at him softly. "P
romise?" She asked and Yuriel wondered why the office felt a thousand degrees warmer than it had just a few seconds earlier.
He tried to think of something to say but all he had in his head right now was the softness of Alison's skin and how wet and tight she had been the night before and how his own body felt like a tightly coiled spring, ready to burst apart. He almost felt like shaking. He needed his Alison Silver fix.
"Hey, Alison," Axel came into the office then, a customer behind him. "Here's the paperwork. Smoke break?" He then asked, looking to Yuriel and the pack in his hands and Yuriel nodded, casting one last glance to Alison but she was smiling and speaking with the customer, all of her attention off of him right now and Yuriel couldn't help but feel relieved.
He had a ton of work to do and Alison Silver was too damn good at distracting him even if she didn't know that that was what she did to him. It was such a foreign concept to him – to have himself to be intertwined with someone else and he never thought of himself having a person like that in his life but as he smoked with Axel in the back lot behind the garage and listened as Axel was bitching about his wife and sister-in-law making a mess of the house the night before, Yuriel wondered if he would have that, too. Not the bitching part but a woman to talk with the guys about.
He knew he had Alison. He wasn't going to wonder about that and he knew that the guys – except Zach – were curious about what he and Alison had going on between them but he didn't know if he would ever talk with them about her. Everything between him and Alison just felt too private – even the talks and the motorcycle rides to nowhere in particular. Yuriel wouldn't feel right telling anyone anything about what he and Alison did together. Not even Carlos or Annie or Benny.
He wasn't ashamed of it but for the first time in his life, he felt like he had something entirely his own. It belonged to him and he didn't have to share it with anyone else as he had to do with everything else in his life before Alison. He didn't want to open up and talk about it to anyone because this was his. Just his. And no one was going to be taking her away from him.
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