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You home?
Beth pulls a hand through her eyes.
She'd been busy locking up and switching off lights before being called to her phone, still on the coffee table where she'd left it as she'd had glass after glass of wine with the girls.
Her vision is a bit blurry, but after several retries it becomes clear that she'd read the message right the first time, as well as who it's from.
She really doesn't feel like talking business now, but she replies anyway.
Yes
His response arrives lightning quick.
Alone?
Something electric strikes deep down and begins to pool.
She swallows.
Yes
A second later her phone rings and, with a breath, she answers.
“Hello?”
“Why you sayin that like you don't know who it is?”
“It's the polite way to answer a phone,” she points out.
There's a short silence, like he's rolling his eyes, but he doesn't say anything.
Till he does.
“Can I come over?”
She blinks; hardly breathes.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
Now she really isn't breathing.
She takes a step back, then another, till she feels the solidity of a wall behind her.
It's cool through her thin blouse and it helps; reminds her to pull air into her lungs.
“Where are you?”
“Out with the boys,” he answers easily.
She's very warm, she realises, and not just from the wine.
“How soon can you get here?”
“Soon.”
Beth swallows then runs her tongue over her lips, trying to stop herself.
It's useless.
“You have ten minutes.”
She waits at the front door, blinking rapidly as she tries to regain sobriety.
Her head's spinning a little and there's a weird antagonism in her temperature regulation as her body tries to cool but her mind keeps her veins running hot.
Since the bathroom, there'd been a few more times. At the dealership, in her car, in his car. Once in a dimly lit warehouse before a meet.
They never talk about it after, Rio seemingly having realised that it tends to make her clam up.
She hopes he knows it's not because of him. Well, not directly, anyway.
It's because it makes her have to confront her own actions, what they mean, and she'd rather not think about it.
Still – she wishes she'd drank less. She can't seem to get a handle on herself, only standing straight because the wall is holding her up.
She's thinking of trying to make it to the kitchen for some water when suddenly there's commotion outside. She'd been too caught up in her own thoughts to hear it approach, but the blaring music nearing her driveway becomes too deafening to miss.
There's slamming of doors, laughing and hollering, and she rips open her front door with a frown.
Rio had been doubled over laughing, but he immediately catches sight of her and his face changes in a way she's had too many drinks to interpret.
His eyes linger for a second, tongue running over his lips, before he turns back to the car, filled to the brim with guys in dark getups.
“A’ight, get outta here.”
The car starts immediately even as lewd wolf-whistling comes from the backseat, and Rio's grinning as he makes his way up the porch steps.
She purses her lips.
“My neighbours aren't gonna be happy about the noise.”
“’Pologies, ma. Had to run some interference; they was wantin to come in; have a drink.”
“What did you say?” she asks, closing the door behind him.
She feels slightly steadier on her feet now.
“That I didn't come here for no drink and there ain't no orgies in the ’burbs.”
It takes her a while to swim through the implication of this, blush, realise the insult hidden in there and be indignant, before she finally makes it to the kernel of truth hidden inside.
“They know about...?”
She doesn't finish, because to describe what they know would mean knowing what they are and even sober, Beth has no clue.
But he gets the message, eyeing her like she's being dense.
“You got me arrested but you still breathin – and you look like that. They gotta be pretty dense not to, right?”
Her breath stutters.
“…H-how is it that I look?”
He waves a hand in the shape of her body.
“Whatchu want, a mirror?”
And his tone is sarcastic, but his eyes are doing something completely different, like his normal mask doesn’t work quite as well when he’s been drinking. It’s like he already has her naked in his mind and it makes her back up again, press into the wall. He follows.
She can only watch as he boxes her in, presses his palms into the wall at her sides; leaning in close as his gaze wanders over her face.
“You been drinkin?”
She nods a little. “The girls were over.”
“Hmm,” he hums, gaze dropping to her cleavage.
She readjusts, pressing herself up a little so her lips are closer to his.
Two fingers go to her chin, almost rough as he pulls her even nearer.
“I want you real bad, momma.”
That same electricity darts down, her mouth drying.
Before she can think to put words together, he leans all the way in, breath hot against her earlobe.
“You want me?”
And it slips off her tongue so easily: “Yes.”
His hand goes down to the buttons on her blouse.
“Good.”
And then he’s kissing her neck, drawing moans from deep within her throat as she helps him with the buttons and then it’s open and he’s slipping both his hands behind her so that in seconds she’s naked from the waist up and he sucks a nipple into his mouth with a moan from his throat that makes her so goddamn wet.
Whatever steadiness she’d felt disappears; she falls forward onto him, head spinning, and he catches her with his hand between her legs, rubbing tentatively at first then with a pressure that has her keening; digging her nails into his neck.
She feels like she’s going to come just like that when suddenly he rocks away.
Licking his tongue over his lips, he looks at her.
“I wanna fuck you in your bed, mami.”
She sucks in a gasp, not least because it’s a request she never could’ve thought he’d make.
And the thought of him in her bed… god.
She remembers what Dean had said: It’s disrespectful.
“Ok.”
“Yeah?”
His tone is pleased in a way that sends a shiver down her spine.
“Yeah.”
He pulls all the way away with his lip caught between his teeth, and Beth steps forward gingerly.
Pleased the world doesn’t spin, she takes another and another and is nearly halfway to her bedroom when suddenly she’s being tugged and Rio’s kissing at the back of her neck, pressing her body into his. He’s hard and his breaths are heavy, a hand loping around to knead at her breast as he uses the other to lift her hair out of the way.
“God, Rio,” she moans, falling into it way too easily.
It’s when she begins grinding back against him that he growls and spins her around, kissing her hard. She whimpers beneath the force even as her hands go for the buttons on his shirt and they start moving towards the bedroom again, lips only parting when they need to get an item of clothing off.
They’re naked by the time they make it to the bedroom and Rio bangs the door shut with one hand as he presses the other to her, cupping then pressing two fingers deep inside.
“Oh,” she moans, struggling to field the variety of sensations as he pumps into her and pushes her back, free hand wrapped tightly around the back of her neck.
When she doesn’t think she can get any wetter, she pushes him away a little.
He lets her put some space between them so she can twist around, reaching for a big solid pillow before crawling onto it, palms and knees pressed into the bed. She wants him inside her like this more than she wants oxygen in her lungs.
Rio’s instantly behind her, kissing at her neck then down her spine; running his hands over her ass. She’s aching with want, whimpering, and he nips at skin before pulling away.
He parts her thighs a little more before pushing in, and her breath falls away as her back arcs. He feels like he’s hitting every part of her and she wants to cry out but it all gurgles in her throat when he starts thrusting, slow and shallow at first then harder, deeper.
His name falls from her tongue breathily as she clenches around him, already so damn close.
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he mutters, and she can just barely hear it over the sound of their bodies.
She tries biting into her lip but it doesn’t help, a litany of ohs falling from her tongue as she loses control, body beginning to quiver as his thrusts become more and more erratic.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, and it sounds as desperate as she feels.
He goes quicker, harder, and it hits her all at once, shooting her so damn high as he growls; goes rigid.
She can barely think for several minutes, only coming back when he slips out of her and she feels empty, cold. She wants more of him.
Taking a deep breath, she straightens then gets wipes from her bedside table and they clean up.
When they’re done, she looks at him from under her lashes, not quite able to fully meet his gaze.
“We should probably stop this.”
Her tone is uncertain, like there’s a question mark, an ellipsis, at the end of it, and he looks at her thoughtfully.
“And why’s that?”
Because she’s in so goddamn deep and she only wants deeper.
“I’m married,” she finds herself saying.
“Yeah? Didn’t feel like it a minute ago.”
She swallows, ignoring how flaming hot her cheeks are.
“You don’t mind?”
“’Bout your hubby?”
It’s not exactly what she means, but the truth is too difficult to get out of her merlot mouth and she nods.
He sniffs in amusement.
“Mami, I walked right past that clown then fucked you in a bathroom with him right outside – think that says everythin about that.”
Her face only gets hotter as she remembers that night; as she contemplates what she has now to say.
“I don’t want to stop.”
“That’s good,” he says lowly, smile small but there. “’Cuz all night all I could think about was you.”
Beth bites her lip into her mouth, unsure what to do with this information.
“Don’t go,” she says eventually, and it comes out a little more vulnerable than she’d intended.
He cocks his head a little, watching her.
“Wasn’t plannin on it.”
It takes her a second to recover from this revelation before she slowly crawls nearer till she’s almost in his lap.
“That’s good,” she throws his words back at him. “Because there’s a lot more I want to do.”
His brow rises and she rocks forward to whisper into his ear, the liquor making her brave enough to string words together she never in her life would’ve thought she would – especially not to him.
By the time she’s done, just the way he’s looking at her has her heating up again.
“I get started, you gon' struggle gettin me to stop, momma.”
She shrugs with more nonchalance than she really has.
“It’ll only hurt tomorrow.”
He smirks.
“Oh, it’s gonna hurt all week, sweetheart.”