SO COLD
Bolting up from the sofa, I sprinted after Cole just before he could fire a few bullet holes into the front door and bring the sounds of sirens to the neighbourhood. "Wait, wait, wait!" I skidded to a stop. "It's the pizza delivery guy!"
He checked the peephole, and lowered the semiautomatic. The look he shot me was filthy. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?"
"Might have slipped my mind. Kind of. Sort of." My smile was sheepish. "I ordered it like half an hour ago on the JustEat app – are you seriously mad?" He shoved past me, jaw tense, in a foul mood. "Fine. Be a little bitch." I didn't really care.
I unlocked the front door. "Hi." I dug out a couple of folded notes from my back pocket. "It's thirty pounds, right?"
The delivery driver was a Pakistani man in his thirties. He nodded, handing over the pizza boxes and a knotted carrier bag, holding up a receipt. "£29.99." We exchanged cash, I included a tip. "I'll go get the desserts from the boot."
"Sure, no worries," I hurried to the living room as he headed back to his parked car, set the hot food down, and hurried back. I waited and took a brown paper bag from him. "Thank you. Have a good night!"
"You too!"
I shut the door and went to the kitchen. I set the brown paper bag down on the marble countertop, peeping inside. "God sure is great." I looked to where Cole was, sat on the breakfast bar, heavy-browed and irritated. I took out a Ferrero Rocher milkshake, sticking a straw in the hole and sucking. "Oh my God." I was in heaven. "This is good. You should try it."
He watched me, ill-mannered. "You piss me off."
"We can fuck out our feelings later."
"I'll force you to be my submissive bitch."
"Not if I make you into mine first."
"¿Cómo así?" he raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Ven acá."
"I'm good. Thanks for the offer though." I set the milkshakes in the fridge to consume later.
"It wasn't an offer." He was across the storm-grey tiles in a matter of seconds, holding me against the fridge with a tight grip on my throat. He kissed me like we've never kissed before, passionately, but without care to be soft, and gentle. The kiss left me slightly breathless. His hips dug into mine, arousal evident. "Making me come to you pisses me the fuck off." His bristly jaw brushed against my skin as his head dipped and he kissed my neck, teeth grazing.
"Don't – motherfucker." I hit his chest. "My uncle–"
He grabbed my wrists, gripping them tightly in one hand behind my back. "I don't give a fuck about your uncle." He barked in my face. "He's not fucking stupid, Shay. He knows you have sex. Stop being a little bitch."
"Raise your voice any louder and he'll know every damn detail." I shot in anger. "You're so fucking annoying."
"I could say the same about you."
"Fuck you."
"Fuck you too."
He kissed me again. Mouths bruised with kisses, and skin reddened from tight grips, he pulled down his sweatpants with one hand and said. "Against the fridge or over the counter?"
"Counter."
"Bend over." He pushed my face down against the countertop, using his spit as lube, fingers brushing roughly against my area. "I love hate fucking you. You get on my damn nerves, and this is the only way to get you to shut the fuck up."
There was a sharp sting and I clenched my ass cheeks. "Motherfuck–"
Another slap. Harder than before. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me up, mouth against my ear. "Shut the fuck up." He shoved himself inside of me, one hand around my waist, holding me to him, fucking like animals in heat. I loved it. "This is how I'm going to fuck a baby into you in a few years. Make you into a housewife. Fly you to Culebra to live with my mother."
"Fuck no." God forbid. "I'm not raising my child there." And there was nothing on God's green earth that would persuade me to live with his mother.
"You're coming with me to see my mother in four weeks. I'll change your mind then."
"For my birthday? You didn't think to ask me this before?" Irritation discoloured my tone.
"I'm telling you now."
"Gee. Thanks." Motherfucker.
"Practice your Spanish, too. I don't want you to embarrass me in front of my mother."
"Gracias, hijo de puta."
He laughed. "You'll love it there."
"Not enough to move there that's for sure." I winced as my hip hit hard against the counter. I should've said fridge.
"I'm tired of English people and their weather. I don't wish to stay here for any longer than I need to. You're coming with me. Seth will love it there. Your uncle, too."
"Still not convinced."
"You will be," he promised.
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kind of wanna set the sequel in culebra, but i'll need to do a whole lot of research.