CHAPTER THREE

The bitter flavor of whiskey merged perfectly with the sweet taste of his lips, creating a lustful cocktail Lola couldn’t get enough of. Every loud warning in her head is drowned out by the deafening sound of blood pounding in her ears, along with her own heavy breathing. When she finally pulled away, she realized one of Santiago’s hands had found its way around her waist, while the other had secured itself firmly on her left butt cheek.

“Well, that was something,” he remarked with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “The young lady thinks she’s ready for the big leagues now. But she has no idea what she’s asking for.”

Still struggling to focus, Lola wagged her finger in defiance. “I’ll say this again, amigo: I’m not sixteen. Stop acting like I’m a breakable piece of chinaware.”

Santiago’s intense gaze lingered for a moment, then he lifted her off the ground, pressing her against his bare chest. “Are you sure?”

For good measure, Lola wrapped her legs around his waist and stared dead into his eyes. “Are you scared?”

The smile that crossed Santiago’s features wasn’t an innocent one. He devoured Lola’s lips again, with more yearning this time. After stumbling a few times, they made it to the bar at the end of the living room. Santiago settled Lola on the tiled counter and made his way down her neck and shoulders with his lips and tongue. His hands, on the other hand, paved the way by ripping her clothes off like his life depended on it. She helped, too, shrugging off her denim jacket and wiggling out of her skirt.

Santiago lifts the hem of her T-shirt to her neck, revealing her firm and rather sizable breasts. He wasted no time in fitting one into his mouth, worshipping the caramel-tipped areola with his tongue as his hand gently squeezed the other. Lola’s efforts to suppress her moans were slipping with every tease and touch, and the biggest test came when Santiago yanked her panties down to her ankles and buried his face between her thighs.

Lola lost the fight and moaned so loudly that the walls redistributed the echoes, creating a bizarre symphony of raw desire. He paid her no mind, his head bobbing up and down as he parted her open and ate diligently. Veins popped out in her neck as she threw her head back and allowed the wave of pure satisfaction to wash over her. She couldn’t help it anymore; the moans became louder and more intense as he completely slobbered over her clitoris. And just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he fluidly yanked his sweatpants off and climbed over her on the counter.

“You taste nothing like a girl,” he growled as he penetrated and filled her up with one deep thrust. “More like a woman who might just ruin me.”

Santiago’s words were barely registered as Lola seemed to be experiencing sensory overload. All she was aware of was the large presence inside her, repeatedly crashing against her cervix. The mixed feelings of pain and pleasure picked up pace as he moved faster. She whimpered, barely catching her breath as he grunted with each thrust.

“Oh, yeah,” he mumbled under his breath. “So tight and wet, like a real woman.”

With every movement of his hips, Santiago inched closer to climax. He didn’t even have to try other positions; she felt that good. He pinned her hands over her head, with his face close to her ear as he whispered to her how good it was to be inside her, how “womanly” she felt.

In the final moments of reckoning, Lola’s body splintered and fell apart. As her body spasmed with the sweet climax of release, Santiago also pulled out, choosing to finish on her rather than inside her. Lola, sticky with sweat and semen, finally had the chance to breathe deeply as she stretched her battered body. She caught Santiago’s gaze, watching him wear his usual mischievous smile.

“Well, that was fun,” he quipped as he rolled off the counter.

Several minutes later, the silence that followed was nothing short of awkward. Santiago helped her clean up and even replaced her T-shirt with one that was just her size, which just explained how prepared he was for a random sensual encounter. They both got dressed—with Santiago throwing on a white tank top—and put the living room back in order. Lola knew what post-nut clarity meant; hell, she’d experienced it a few times herself. But never like this. Though her body still buzzed with the aftereffects, she was inexplicably furious with herself. Having sex with her best friend’s brother within an hour of reuniting with him? What was she thinking?

As she slid her feet into her boots, she glanced over at Santiago again. He’d grabbed another glass of whiskey, sipping slowly as he continued to smile smugly.

“Why does it seem like I’m the only one who had a good time?”

Lola scoffed as she got to her feet. “Maybe that’s because it’s the truth. I mean, it was nothing spectacular.”

Santiago moved so quickly that she froze in her position. In a flash, he crossed the distance between them, looking down at her in a way that made her want to rip his clothes off again.

“Then why were you moaning so loudly?” he asked in a tense whisper. “Why were you begging me not to stop, pleading for me to go faster? Is this a ploy to get me to remind you about it all over again?”

Lola stayed quiet, swallowing hard as she got lost in his eyes.

“Sure we can pretend like this never happened,” he continued as he cups her face softly. “I mean, I know I can. But… can you, though? Would you be able to pretend that I didn’t just give you the best thirty minutes of your life?”

Lola’s weak response was cut off even before she uttered it.

“Oh, God.”

The familiar voice made both of them turn, and Lola nearly fell as she stumbled away from Santiago. The latter kept his complacent expression as he stared at the young lady who had just walked in, taking in her tired but bamboozled face.

“Lola? Tell me it’s not what I think it is,” she said, her tone laced with shock and confusion.

“Gabriele,” Lola began with her hands raised. “It’s not what you think. I promise I can explain.”