Sleeping with the Frenemy (Vega Family Love Stories #3)

Chapter 17

17

“I really wish I’d thought about how finishing off a bottle of wine at the park would interfere with my plans to get you home quickly,” Leo grumbled in her ear.

Yeah. That was a bad move on both of their parts. Now their tipsy asses were stuck in the back seat of an Uber with a driver who was obviously not a native on account of his ignoring their suggestions and taking the most traffic heavy-way back to the apartment. “We’re almost home,” she whispered back.

“Thank God,” Leo whispered.

Sofi wanted to agree, but the fact was that she was nervous. She’d basically just agreed to be in a relationship for the first time in years. Actually more like the first time in her adult life, because even her only serious relationship in college had been her trying to move on after breaking up with Leo. Brandon had been a great boyfriend, but he’d obviously been feeling their relationship more than her. Hence her breaking it off when she stumbled across an open tab on his browser featuring engagement rings. The truth was that she’d frequently criticized Leo’s inability to maintain a relationship, but she was worse than he was. Leo at least tried over the years to have normal relationships with people. Sofi simply kept things light and fun. No commitments. No drama. Good vibes only. When things went beyond that, she would dip. She was ashamed to say that she’d ghosted multiple men throughout her life.

When they reached the apartment, Leo silently followed her up the stairs. Neither one of them spoke until they were fully inside with the door locked. “I have to go to the bathroom,” Sofi said before rushing to the space and locking the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the tub and stared at the tiled floor. What was wrong with her? She’d had sex with Leo so many times that she’d lost count. Sex between them was never a problem. So why was she freaking out about it now? Was she really so much of a commitment-phobe that simply agreeing to give this relationship a try was going to ruin something good? No. No way. She wouldn’t let it.

Sofi stood and looked herself in the mirror. “Get your shit together,” she told her reflection firmly. “You want this.” Then she turned and unlocked the door. She stepped out into the living room and followed the sound of music to the kitchen where Leo was finishing putting away their picnic leftovers. There were two new glasses of wine sitting on the island.

He turned and saw her standing there. He held out a hand. “Ven, bombón. Dance with me.”

Sofi let out a breath. That she could do. She stepped forward and grabbed his hand. He used his grip to tug her around the island and into his arms. The bachata remake of a Drake and Bad Bunny superhit was about halfway through, but it didn’t matter to her. She loved dancing bachata. It was quite possibly the most Dominican thing about her outside of her love for the three M s—mangú, mamajuana, and merengue. She especially loved dancing with Leo, because they were both extra AF about it. It was only seconds before Leo was spinning her as they improvised some quick footwork. The next song was a slow bachata by Leslie Grace about dancing with a lover. Sofi and Leo danced like they were two sensual bachata teachers at one of those conferences she saw all over social media—extra close, extra hips, and extra arms and footwork. They stared at one another, their foreheads touching, as their bodies rubbed and rolled against each other.

Leo spun her before pulling her close, her back to his front. Together they moved in the familiar side-to-side steps. He placed a kiss at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. She dropped her head onto his opposite shoulder to give him more room, which he took advantage of. Suddenly he spun her again and did his own rotation around her before bringing them back together face-to-face. As the song wound down he dipped her back. She hung there like a rag doll while he trailed kisses from under her chin to her chest. “You need to stop thinking so much,” he told her.

“Make me stop,” she practically begged him.

He lifted his head. “That’s what you want? You want me to take control?”

She nodded eagerly. She loved it when he took control. It allowed her to let go completely.

His eyes sparked with pure devious desire and his lips furled into the kind of grin that made her toes curl. “Oh, bombón. You’re in for it now.”

Sofi shivered at the promise in his words.

He straightened with her in his arms. “Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”

Sofi spun so fast she almost tipped over. Her hands slammed down onto the cool porcelain of the island and she widened her stance to brace herself.

“Ass out, Sofi. You know better.” His voice was just the right amount of firm.

She slipped her hands farther along the island as she bent forward and arched her back. She gave her hips a little wiggle. She knew he liked the view, but really it was because she was so excited she couldn’t help herself.

“Look at you pretending to be a good girl, but you’re not a good girl are you, bombón?” he murmured. “You’re a naughty girl who disappears for a year and leaves me with nothing but memories and a weak hand.”

Sofi stayed quiet.

“Say it.” He punctuated his words with a smack to her ass.

Sofi sucked in a breath. “I’m a naughty girl,” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust.

His hand caressed the spot he’d just smacked. “But you want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

She nodded.

Another swat. “What was that?”

“I want to be your good girl.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” He leaned in so his body just barely brushed against hers. He spoke into her ear. “A good girl would let me bend her over and fuck her against this island. Are you going to let me do that?”

Sofi began to nod, but caught herself. “Yes. I will.”

“What if I want to pull your hair as I do it?”

“Pull it.”

“And if I grab your throat?”

“Grab it.”

“That does sound like something a good girl would say, but let’s test that.” His hands coasted from her shoulders to her hips. “I’m going to go grab some condoms. When I come back I want you in the same position, but wearing nothing but those heels. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Move quickly,” he said with a tap to her ass.

Sofi moved as soon as he backed up. She unzipped her dress and lifted the halter over her head before letting it slide to the floor. She pulled down her thong and kicked both items away. Then she took up the same position she’d been in before. She dropped her head and stared at the subtle veining in the white counter as goose bumps broke out all over her skin. She was almost trembling with need, all her nerves from earlier now morphed into anticipation, her breathing already fast.

Leo’s voice enfolded her from a few feet away. “Ay, bombón, qué bonita te ves así, desnuda y esperándome.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was soft and breathy—full of desire.

A cluster of condoms landed on the counter next to her hand.

“Don’t move,” he directed.

Sofi didn’t move. She waited to see what was coming next.

She felt his breath on the back of her neck right before she felt his lips. He kissed his way down her back. He bit her ass cheek right before he pushed her forward, spread her wide, and used his mouth on her.

Sofi groaned and moaned. “Please,” she panted. “More. Please. Please.” He added his fingers to the mix and Sofi cried out. “Yes!”

He didn’t stop. He worked harder. Faster. He was everywhere all at once. Then his tongue hit the perfect spot at the exact same time as his fingers.

Sofi came hard. “Leo!” She slumped onto the counter. Before she could even catch her breath, he was there. She hadn’t even seen him grab a condom.

He wrapped a hand around her hair, making a ponytail for him to grab onto. “Ready?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Good girl,” he said before he yanked on her hair and slammed into her.

“Fuck,” they both exclaimed at the same time.

“Look at you,” he groaned as he worked his hips. “So perfect. My good girl.”

Sofi moaned loudly.

“You love it when I call you that, don’t you? My good girl taking me so well. Letting me pull your hair and spank your ass.” He punctuated that with a hard smack.

Sofi cried out but pushed back into him.

“That’s it,” he told her. “Just like that.”

Her sweaty palms slipped and slid against the counter, but she did her best to brace herself against the onslaught.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her, grabbed her hips, turned her around, and lifted her onto the counter. “I need to look at you.” He slammed back into her.

She’d never been more grateful for his height. “Yes,” she hissed. “More.”

He put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face to his. “Dame esa boca.” He kissed her. Using his thumb to tug her lips open. He ravaged her mouth like he was ravaging her body and she loved every second of it.

She panted against his mouth. “Más. Dame más.” She wasn’t sure what more she wanted but Leo knew.

He wrapped his hand around her neck and pushed her down until her back hit the counter. With his other hand he pulled her ass off the edge so he had better leverage. Then he used his hold on her neck to keep her in place as he completely destroyed her. All while maintaining eye contact. “Whose good girl are you?” he asked. “Whose pussy is this?”

Sofi opened her mouth to say his name, but she wasn’t sure if any words actually came out. She had no idea what she said, where she was, how loud she was being—nothing. She was only aware of the pleasure. It filled every single space she’d once thought empty. It overwhelmed her. It was so much that her body couldn’t handle it. It locked and squeezed and then began to shake uncontrollably. She shook like she was being electrocuted. She screamed like she was too.

They both slid to the floor, their bones no longer working. They slumped over at the same time, facing each other.

“Damn girl, I think you killed me.” Leo panted, his chest rising and falling like he’d just done the world’s most difficult workout.

Sofi let out a soft groan. “I don’t know if my legs will ever work again. They’ve been replaced with tembleque.”

He chuckled. “Oh no, not tembleque.” The smile on his face was equal parts amused, pleased, and cocky.

“Usually I’d tell you not to be so smug, but go right ahead. Toot your own horn because that was fucking fantastic.”

“Right back at ya,” he said, rolling onto his back. He sat up and reached for her leg.

She definitely wanted to do that again, but she wasn’t ready yet. “Give me a minute,” she told him.

His smile grew. “I like where your head is at, but I was just going to take off your shoes.”

“Oh. Okay.” She lifted her foot so he could reach it easier.

He unbuckled it and slipped it off before placing a quick kiss on her foot. He did the same to the other side and Sofi’s chest got all warm and fuzzy.

He stood up and held out a hand. “Come on,” he said. “I need a shower and a nap before I’m ready to go again. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

Sofi slid her hand into his while looking him up and down. “I don’t know,” she said with a grin. “You’ve undoubtedly gotten better with age.”

“Just wait until I’ve had my nap.” Then he pulled her into the bathroom.