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Authors: Caleigh Hernandez
Tags: new adult romance, Sports
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my mind considers the fact that the gesture comes off as more intimate
than friendly. With a sigh, I return to moving.
“Lito, this is Izzy and her friend Mazzy. Izabella es la
mujer que yo te dije. "
"You've been telling your grandfather about me?" I
ask.
Diego is sporting the deer caught in the headlights look.
I'm guessing that my understanding of the Spanish language has shocked him.
He's quite adorable with that "Oh, shit" look on his face. I suppose
this was my turn to stun him into silence.
" Izabella, mucho gusto. Mi nieto me ha dicho cosas
maravillosas sobre ti. " So Diego has been telling his grandfather
about me, wonderful things according to my understanding. "My name is
Lorenzo, but you may call me Enzo."
" Much gusto, Enzo . It appears I may have broken
your grandson,” we both quirk an eye in his direction. “My apologies."
" Hijo , don't you have a game to play?" Enzo
questions Diego.
"Uh, yeah." He looks so confused, but he gives his
grandfather a hug. "Sebastian should be along soon."
"He's already been by. He said something about meeting
up with some guys from class. He’ll be back by the time the game starts."
Turning his attention back to me, I notice Mazzy diving into
conversation with Enzo. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I don't
answer, I simply let him guide me away from within earshot of others. "So,
you speak Spanish?" I nod. "What more don't I know about you?"
I chuckle. "We haven't got the time nor is this the
place to let you in on all my secrets, but if you play your cards right, maybe
we could play an interesting game of Truth or Dare tonight."
His eyes light up, but the excitement is quickly replaced
with frustration. Did I say something wrong? "Fucking Izzy,"
he starts before I can ask, "it's not going to be easy playing when I'm rocking
a fucking hard on." He presses into me. "With as revved as you've got
me with your bilingual tongue and the visions I've conjured for the dares, I'm
not sure how many truths I'll discover about you."
The hunger in his eyes traps me in his stare, I fail to
notice that he's closing in for a kiss until his lips are on mine and he's
maneuvering his tongue to pry them open. With his hands framing my face, the
world around us is lost. Any qualms I might have had about public displays of
affection are null and void.
When he pulls away, I can only stare. Curious about what it
means to be kissing me in such a way in front of any one of the thousands of
people surrounding us that wants to look. "What was that for?"
"Just making sure everyone here knows you're fucking
mine."
"I'm yours?" I squeak the question.
He just gives me a nod with a look that says,
"Duh."
"Okay, it's time for me to stretch and warm up. Did I
tell you how fucking hot you look?" I shake my head. "You'd look even
hotter in one of my jerseys." I fight the panic his words stir inside my
overactive brain. I struggle to keep my breathing under control. "Relax,
Izzy. I'm just talking about wearing my jersey to my next game."
"Ha ha. We haven't even gotten through this game and
you're already inviting me to the next?"
"It's not a long term commitment. My next game is
Tuesday."
The truth in his words causes me to blush. I'm being
ridiculous, making more of something than there is. So, I decide it's my turn
to take charge. Snaking my hands up from my position on his chest and around
his neck with one hand I grab the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him
into me for another kiss. This time it's my turn to take his breath away. I'm
met with no resistance and Diego is quickly taking over.
Breaking the kiss, Diego holds me in his arms. "I
really gotta go now, but we'll continue this after the game?" he
questions.
"We better," I retort.
"Watch for me, okay?"
I look at him curiously. Isn't that why I'm here? "But how will I tell you apart from the rest of the soccer studs on your
team?"
That earns me a loud laugh. "You'll see me," he
declares simply. "I'll be the one jukin'
than friendly. With a sigh, I return to moving.
“Lito, this is Izzy and her friend Mazzy. Izabella es la
mujer que yo te dije. "
"You've been telling your grandfather about me?" I
ask.
Diego is sporting the deer caught in the headlights look.
I'm guessing that my understanding of the Spanish language has shocked him.
He's quite adorable with that "Oh, shit" look on his face. I suppose
this was my turn to stun him into silence.
" Izabella, mucho gusto. Mi nieto me ha dicho cosas
maravillosas sobre ti. " So Diego has been telling his grandfather
about me, wonderful things according to my understanding. "My name is
Lorenzo, but you may call me Enzo."
" Much gusto, Enzo . It appears I may have broken
your grandson,” we both quirk an eye in his direction. “My apologies."
" Hijo , don't you have a game to play?" Enzo
questions Diego.
"Uh, yeah." He looks so confused, but he gives his
grandfather a hug. "Sebastian should be along soon."
"He's already been by. He said something about meeting
up with some guys from class. He’ll be back by the time the game starts."
Turning his attention back to me, I notice Mazzy diving into
conversation with Enzo. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I don't
answer, I simply let him guide me away from within earshot of others. "So,
you speak Spanish?" I nod. "What more don't I know about you?"
I chuckle. "We haven't got the time nor is this the
place to let you in on all my secrets, but if you play your cards right, maybe
we could play an interesting game of Truth or Dare tonight."
His eyes light up, but the excitement is quickly replaced
with frustration. Did I say something wrong? "Fucking Izzy,"
he starts before I can ask, "it's not going to be easy playing when I'm rocking
a fucking hard on." He presses into me. "With as revved as you've got
me with your bilingual tongue and the visions I've conjured for the dares, I'm
not sure how many truths I'll discover about you."
The hunger in his eyes traps me in his stare, I fail to
notice that he's closing in for a kiss until his lips are on mine and he's
maneuvering his tongue to pry them open. With his hands framing my face, the
world around us is lost. Any qualms I might have had about public displays of
affection are null and void.
When he pulls away, I can only stare. Curious about what it
means to be kissing me in such a way in front of any one of the thousands of
people surrounding us that wants to look. "What was that for?"
"Just making sure everyone here knows you're fucking
mine."
"I'm yours?" I squeak the question.
He just gives me a nod with a look that says,
"Duh."
"Okay, it's time for me to stretch and warm up. Did I
tell you how fucking hot you look?" I shake my head. "You'd look even
hotter in one of my jerseys." I fight the panic his words stir inside my
overactive brain. I struggle to keep my breathing under control. "Relax,
Izzy. I'm just talking about wearing my jersey to my next game."
"Ha ha. We haven't even gotten through this game and
you're already inviting me to the next?"
"It's not a long term commitment. My next game is
Tuesday."
The truth in his words causes me to blush. I'm being
ridiculous, making more of something than there is. So, I decide it's my turn
to take charge. Snaking my hands up from my position on his chest and around
his neck with one hand I grab the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him
into me for another kiss. This time it's my turn to take his breath away. I'm
met with no resistance and Diego is quickly taking over.
Breaking the kiss, Diego holds me in his arms. "I
really gotta go now, but we'll continue this after the game?" he
questions.
"We better," I retort.
"Watch for me, okay?"
I look at him curiously. Isn't that why I'm here? "But how will I tell you apart from the rest of the soccer studs on your
team?"
That earns me a loud laugh. "You'll see me," he
declares simply. "I'll be the one jukin'
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