Lawrence liked Yuriel. He had said it but even if he hadn't, it would be pretty obvious. He thought Yuriel Salas was a good man and he was. He was the best man and she tried to remember things before him. She was happy to be alive, to be with her family and to have a good job working for a nice man but she didn't feel that happiness that she thought people should feel with their lives. She didn't know if she would ever feel that. She had just kind of been going along from day to day, trying to get herself better, trying to make everyone around her happy and show them that they had no reasons to worry about her.
She had thought that this was how it would be for the rest of her life. She was resigned to that, thinking that maybe she deserved it. But then she met Yuriel. She had already met Yuriel but then they began talking and it was as if she was finally meeting him. And he was wonderful. She knew not everyone saw it because he was so quiet and preferred to stick to himself but he was kind and funnier than one would expect and willing to do anything for someone he cared about.
She just thought about all of the things he had done for her whether he realized he was doing them or not and it was no mystery as to why she had fallen in love with him. Even thinking about him now as she wrote, a small smile bloomed across her face and she felt like giggling like some silly girl with her first crush.
And then, just like that, she was missing Vicky again because she didn't have her older sister anymore to talk about and giggle with and confide in as they talked about things like this.
She heard the familiar roar of a nearing motorcycle and her eyes went to the clock beside the bed. It was just a few minutes past nine. She hadn't been expecting him back for at least a couple of more hours and she wondered if the strip club had been a bust that evening. He had been surprised but she hadn't really minded when he told her where he was going. Did she like the idea of strip clubs? No. She didn't like the idea of women having to take their clothes off for money for a bunch of hooting and hollering men though she did hear that strippers made great money. But she knew that she was in a relationship with a man who didn't hoot and holler and he was only going in support of his best friend – as odd as that support might seem.
The motorcycle engine cut off and then moments later, she heard his steps on the porch and the front door was being unlocked. Alison didn't know what it was but suddenly, she felt a shiver tingle throughout her body in anticipation of seeing him.
She pushed back the covers and slipped her journals into the top drawer of the nightstand before standing up from the bed. She was stepping out of the bedroom just as Yuriel was stepping in and she laughed a little as their chests collided.
She tilted her head up to look at him. "Hi," she smiled, feeling breathless.
The corner of his mouth twitched upwards into his usual smile. "Hey," he greeted back and she didn't think about it before pushing herself up on her toes and pressing her lips to his. She felt him lift his hands and then felt them on the sides of her head as he kissed her back, pressing just a little harder.
She wanted to ask what he was doing back so soon but it wasn't as if she cared. She was just happy he was back because suddenly, the shivers were becoming more intense and she stepped into him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
This was happening more and more. It seemed like every time they kissed now, the possibility of it leading to so much more was always looming, just waiting for them to take that final step together and Alison was beginning to wonder why they didn't.
"Yuriel," she heard herself whimper his name then and he began to gently push her backwards towards the bed, his mouth never leaving hers.
As soon as she hit the bed against her knees, she pulled him with her and she laid down, feeling the weight of him on top of her. She had never felt as warm as she did when Yuriel was over her. Their mouths moved together, lips parting, opening, slanting against one another, and then she moaned softly as his tongue swirled around hers. She lifted her hands to his hair, tunneling through the strands, gripping, holding it back from his face and she felt his fingers at the buttons of the shirt, undoing each one. He then parted the shirt open and she arched her back slightly, whimpering again, as Yuriel swept his hands up her bare chest, fingers finding her nipples, them instantly hardening from his touch.
She was beginning to feel that ache that she was feeling all of the time now when they kissed like this and tonight, she was ready for that ache to be seen to.
"Yuriel," she said his name in such a way that he lifted his head from hers and looked down at her, both of them breathing heavily.
Her heart was drumming so quickly in her chest and she couldn't believe that this was happening but she wanted this to happen more than anything. She looked up at him and without a word, her hands slipped down to the button on his jeans.
"Alison…" he began to say but whatever the next words were, they seemed to die in his throat as her fingers popped open the button and then she slowly lowered the zipper. She slid her thigh against his hip and her eyes never left his. "We don't have to do anythin'," he said. "I'm not gonna pressure-"
"You're not," Alison was quick to interrupt. "I love you. I want you. Didn't you think that this would happen?"
Yuriel just stared at her, his eyes dark, and she wondered what he was thinking. She didn't doubt or wonder if he wanted her. She knew he did. She saw the way he looked at her and she could feel the bulge in his jeans. She knew he wanted her and she was not going to let him stop this from happening tonight. She was ready. She wanted this. She wanted him. She couldn't imagine having anyone else as her first.
Yuriel stood up then and she watched as he went to the dresser, opening the top drawer. She saw him hesitate for only a moment before he pulled something out and when he turned towards the bed again, she saw that he was holding a condom. She didn't anything. She just smiled and sat up, pulling the shirt off and dropping it onto the floor. She laid down again and tried to get her heart beating normal. He had seen her in various stages of undress. He had seen her body and there were no surprises. There was no reason to be nervous. This was Yuriel. She loved him and she knew that he cared for her and she wanted him to see her. It was important that he saw all of her.
He still didn't say anything as he took of his boots that she hadn't realized he was still wearing followed by his socks and then he pushed his jeans down past his hips. She saw the bulge in his boxers and she couldn't help but smile, feeling shy but feeling so excited, and her hands went to the waistband of her underwear.
"Wait," he grunted, stopping her, and she did immediately.
He came back onto the bed, crawling over her, and she sank boneless into the mattress as he covered her mouth with his again. She felt his hands at her underwear and she lifted her hips so he could pull the pair down her thighs. She shivered again, realizing that she was completely naked, lying beneath Yuriel but it wasn't a cold shiver. It was a shiver of excitement and her fingers ran through his hair again and then over his shoulders and down his back as they began kissing one another a little harder. He didn't take off his tee-shirt and she didn't ask him, too. He wasn't ready to show her without a shirt on yet and that was okay. He would show her one day, she knew.
She gasped and whimpered his name into his mouth as she felt his fingers rubbing her between her thighs and then two fingers were plunging inside of her. He had done this for her enough times for her to be used to it now but she still squirmed and moaned and clenched around him. It was his turn to moan when she did that. The heel of his hand made contact with her clit again and again and his fingers moved a bit faster and she pulled her mouth from his, letting out some sort of whine as she felt sweat break across her skin. She began trembling and then she came with a sharp cry of his name and her entire body tensed before every nerve exploded.
She felt him moving but she was panting, still coming down, and when she opened her eyes, he was over her, looking into her eyes.
"Wanna keep going?" He asked her in a quiet tone and she didn't even hesitat
e in giving him a smile and nod of her head.
She felt him then. He must have taken his boxers off and rolled the condom on when she was still recovering and he was nudging against her folds now. She didn't want to see it. Instead, she stared into his eyes and instinctively spread her thighs a little wider. She was scared and nervous – she wasn't going to deny that – but she was ready for this to happen. She had never felt as ready as she did right now. With him.
Yuriel stared into her eyes as one of his hands reached down between their bodies and he never looked away from her as he began pressing himself forward. Alison kept herself staring up into his eyes, her hands clutching his biceps, and she reminded herself to keep breathing. She winced. She couldn't help it. This was bigger than his fingers. He was thick and she felt herself stretching around the foreign intrusion.
He stopped himself after a few eternal minutes and she noticed he was shaking.
"Just a lil' bit more," he whispered to her then, his breathing sharp.
She nodded and did her best to smile though there was a lot of pain down there and her nails dug into his skin when he suddenly snapped his hips forward. She cried out when she felt a searing pain and tears flooded her eyes before she could stop them. Yuriel froze completely on top of her and she felt her heart pounding in her ears. Yuriel Salas was actually inside of her. She was no longer a virgin – just like that. She was lying in bed and having sex with Yuriel Salas. Was the pain ever going to stop?
She took a series of deep breaths and tried to get herself under control.
"'m sorry," Yuriel said but she quickly shook her head, looking up at him, finally able to give him a small smile.
"I'm fine," she said.
"You're a shitty liar," he said and she actually laughed breathlessly at that.
"I mean it. I'm fine. I… it was something I had to go through," she said and his eyes were locked with hers. He hadn't looked away from her once. "I'm glad it was you," she then whispered to him with a soft smile.
Yuriel looked at her for one more moment before sinking his weight down on top of her, his mouth falling onto hers and she readily welcomed his kiss. Her fingers went back to his hair and she began to feel him move. It still hurt but not as before. Just a dull ache. It seemed as if her body was getting used to it and as she laid there beneath him, kissing him, feeling his length move back and forth inside of her, she knew that it was only a matter of time before this felt good for her, too. For right now, it felt strange, knowing he was inside of her, feeling a pressure that made her feel short of breath in her lungs.
She wasn't sure how long he moved and she knew she wasn't going to come again but she kissed him and just as he neared the end, she began to feel the faintest tingles again between her thighs. He came with a groan, his face pressing to the side of her neck, and he shook on top of her before going still, his body heavy on hers.
His tee-shirt was damp with sweat and her body ached but oddly enough, she realized that it was aching in some sort of way that didn't bring her pain. She turned her head and her lips brushed across the shell of his ear.
"I love you, Yuriel Salas," she whispered to him.
She closed her eyes and smiled faintly and dipped her head down, nuzzling her nose gently against his cheekbone.
"I love you, too," he murmured into her skin.
Chapter Twenty-Eight.
He couldn't stop watching her. Even with his head under the hood of a car, he kept lifting his eyes and looking at her through the windows of the office. She sat behind her desk, the phone to her ear, her fingers typing on the computer's keyboard, and she was smiling as she carried on a conversation with the person on the other end.
She looked so damn beautiful that day. She practically looked as if she was glowing and he wondered if it had anything to do with what they had done the night before.
He had never been expecting that. He had gone out with Benny and Carlos as planned but Benny had had second doubts about going to a strip club, which didn't surprise Yuriel in the least. It had surprised him when he had actually considered going in the first place but he knew Benny and Benny still loved his wife and he didn't even really have proof that Helen was cheating. Just inclinations and Benny didn't want to go to a strip club when he didn't even know for certain about his wife's own infidelity.
So they had gone to Joe's for a few beers and Carlos, for once, sat there and actually tried to offer Benny advice as to what to do that didn't include doing some cheating of his own to get back at Helen. Yuriel had sat there and looked at Carlos and wondered when the hell he had changed so much. He knew he had – from his time in prison and then falling in love with Annie and marrying her – but he guess he had never realized just how much Carlos Salas was no longer like the guy he used to be. He was still brash and rude as hell but he was also now the guy who gave pretty good advice to those around him and it was advice that people actually listened to and took in account.
After a couple of bottles, Yuriel headed home and when he came inside, he looked at the fresh flowers on the table and smelled buttercream in the air and saw the soft light of the lamp she had left on for him spilling around the trailer in a warm glow and it felt like home. And then Alison stood there, in his flannel shirt with her hair spilling down around her shoulders and his tongue had suddenly felt too big for his mouth. He wondered – not for the first time – what the hell this girl was doing here with him but he couldn't get the words out and he knew it was probably just one of those things that he would never understand. And he would have to be okay with that. Being with Alison, being in love with Alison, was just one of those things he would have to accept as it being a part of his life now.
And then they were lying on the bed and he was rolling on a condom and he was pushing himself between Alison's thighs, entering her, unable to stop himself from groaning at how tight and wet and warm she was. She was the best thing he had ever felt and if it was possible, he never wanted to come out again.
I love you, too.
He had told her the words because he saw no reason to keep them to himself anymore and when he looked to her face again, her smile was soft but bright and her eyes were glistening with tears. He had never said those words to another person before but with Alison, there was no fear or second-guessing.
Being in love with Alison, it just made sense.
They had fallen asleep a little while later and the next morning, it was their usual routine – showers and breakfast and Alison's arms around his waist as he drove them on his motorcycle to the shop for work. And now, he couldn't stop watching her. He loved Alison Silver and he had had sex with Alison Silver and for the first time in a long time – maybe the first time in his entire life – he felt pretty damn happy.
Things between them were as if nothing was different and he supposed they weren't. As Alison had said, what had happened was bound to happen eventually and it had changed everything but at the same time, hadn't changed a thing.
After work, he cleaned his bay as he did every other night and then went into the office, sinking himself down into one of the chairs as Alison stood at one of the filing cabinets, putting folders away into their proper place. She gave him a small smile but didn't say anything as she turned her head and continued with her filing.
"I still have to take you out on our first date," he said rather suddenly.
She laughed softly. "I would think we were way past the first date stage."
"Nah," he shook his head and smirked a little. "I promised I would take you out and I don't break promises I make to people. Especially one I make to you."
She smiled at that and blushed a little and then laughed lightly again, closing the drawer of the filing cabinet. "I thought we already had our first date a long time ago," she said as she came to her chair and slid her cardigan back on.
"What would that of been?" He asked, standing up, watching as she turned the computer and the desk lamp off and then grabbed her bag, sliding it on over her head so the strap c
rossed her chest.
Alison was still smiling as they left the garage and she closed and locked the front office door behind them. "When you took me for a ride on your motorcycle and we bought food at the gas station and ate down by Yellow Jacket Creek."
Yuriel couldn't help but frown at her. "That ain't a date, Alison. That was just me wantin' to spend more time with you."
She reached over and slipped her hand into his, twining their fingers together as they walked across the parking lot to where his bike was parked. "Isn't that what a date usually is?" She asked him.
He frowned a little. "We didn' even wear somethin' nice. Aren't you supposed to wear somethin' nice on a date?" He really had no idea because he could count the amount of times he had gone on a date with a woman. Zero. Alison would be the first and he wanted to make sure that he got this right because this was Alison and he was going to give her the kind of first date that girls wanted.
Alison just smiled though and stood up on her toes, leaning into him, brushing her lips along his jaw and damn near making him shiver. "I like your flannel shirts," she whispered and then stepped back down, looking up at him with those big eyes of hers and making him want to do all sorts of things to her right then and there.
But they were standing in the middle of the garage's parking lot in the middle of town and there was no way he could do anything except kiss her. So that's what he did. He reached out and slid a hand onto her cheek and her lips curved into a smile as he lowered his own lips to hers. He kissed her softer than he thought he would have and he felt Alison's hands lightly slide up his chest. He moved his mouth against hers slowly, drinking her in, getting drunk and high off of her all at the same time and he swore that he could feel his head spinning.
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