#guero

Guero had picked her up an hour ago, smiling like he’d been thinking about her all day — which, truth be told, he had. It was their third date, but it felt like they’d been circling each other for longer than that. Too long.

She sat across from him in the booth, laughing over the rim of her glass at something he’d said. His eyes kept dropping — from her smile to her throat, then lower, to the way her dress clung when she leaned forward. He nursed his beer slow, letting her talk, watching her mouth shape words he barely heard because all he could think about was how good it would feel pressed against his.

Under the table, his hand found her thigh. Just resting there. Warm. Solid. His thumb brushed once, twice — like he was testing the waters. She didn’t move it away.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” he murmured, leaning in so she could hear over the music, “and we’re not gonna make it through another drink.”

Her smile was all challenge. “What look?”

“That one.” His voice dropped, the kind that made her feel it low in her stomach. “Like you know exactly what I’m thinkin’ about.”

She leaned back, crossing her legs slow enough that her knee brushed his hand. “Maybe I do.”

His patience snapped right there. Guero slid out of the booth, tossing a couple bills on the table without looking. “Come on,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

They didn’t go toward the door like they were leaving — he led her down the narrow hallway past the restrooms, then out the side exit into the cool night air. The alley was dim, the only light spilling from the open doorway behind them. Somewhere nearby, a bottle clinked into a trash bin.

The second the door swung shut, he had her back against the wall. His mouth was on hers — hungry, unrestrained, his hands finding her hips like he’d been starved for the feel of her. She clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, letting him press every inch of his body into hers.

“Been thinkin’ about this since I picked you up,” he muttered against her lips.

“Then stop thinking,” she whispered back.

That was all the permission he needed. One hand slid up, fingers curling around her throat — not tight, just enough to make her pulse jump. The other pushed the hem of her dress up until he felt the heat of her bare skin.

He groaned low when he realized she wasn’t wearing panties. “You came out like this?” His tone was almost a growl. “You wanted this to happen.”

She smiled against his mouth. “Maybe.”

His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her wet and ready for him. He kissed her harder as he worked her with slow, deliberate strokes, the kind that made her knees threaten to give out. She gasped into his mouth when his thumb circled her clit, her hips arching helplessly into his touch.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he said, voice dark, “I wanna watch you come.”

She tried, but the sensation rolled through her too fast — she bit her lip, her head falling back against the wall, her breath catching as he pushed her right to the edge and over it.

Before she could come down, he was unbuckling his belt, shoving his jeans down just enough. He hooked her leg over his hip and slid into her in one smooth, desperate thrust. The sound she made had him swearing against her skin.

“Fuck, baby…” His pace was deep, relentless, every movement pinning her harder to the wall. The rough brick scraped her shoulders through the fabric of her dress, but she barely noticed — too lost in the way he filled her, in the way his mouth kept finding her neck, her jaw, her ear.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he breathed, his grip on her thigh tightening. “Not lettin’ you walk back in there without knowin’ who you belong to.”

She clenched around him at his words, and he groaned, driving harder, chasing that edge.

“Who do you belong to Mami?”he commanded roughly, breathlessly.

His hand slid back between them, finding her clit again.

Her thighs as she struggled to form a coherent sentence. “You Guero, just you.”

And that was all it took — With one more brutal throat, he buried his load into her with a freak grunt, dragging her along with him. She came around him with a muffled cry, her nails digging into his shoulders.

His forehead pressed to hers, both of them panting in the cool night air.

They stayed there for a moment, catching their breath, before he eased out of her, tucking himself back in and straightening her dress. He smirked, thumb brushing the corner of her kiss-swollen mouth.

"Shut it" growled Guero as your little girl satrted to cry. "I dont want mommy mad at you. What if she says you cant be my daddy anymore" sobbed the little girl. "Thanks Coco" snapped Guero lowly as Coco tried not to laugh at the theatrics of his niece. Yeah she was his sisters kid for sure he thought to himself. "Mommy isnt going to make me not your daddy anymore. Your uncle Coco is just stupid" soothed Guero as he patted her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

"Stupid is a bad word" she mumbled between hiccupy sobs. "yeah Guero a bad word you big meanie" sassed Coco making the little girl giggle some. Guero closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Before he could say anything he heard you call his name.

"Hey baby" he called as he made his way to you. "Don't hey baby me Guero angry man baby threatens teacher and gets our daughter kicked out of kindergarten" you snapped keeping your voice low so not to disturb your daughter nor draw more attention from the other club members. Guero swallowed hard. You knew already. Of course you did.

"Listen I can explain" stated Guero as he held his hands up in defense. "Oh I should hope so" you replied as you motioned for him to continue before crossing your arms. "Okay so this morning she was crying that she didn't want to go. When I asked why she said some kids were mean to her. I asked her is she told the teacher and she said yeah but he told her that means boys like her" started Guero as he recounted how the morning had went.

"Excuse me?" you stated as you stared at him. "Exactly what I said. So at drop off I spoke to him and he was like boys will be boys and I went well it happens again and I will whoop your ass because men will be men. Next thing I know im in handcuffs and he is crying and then I get told she's been expelled because they cant meet our needs" finished Guero.

"Well I can't be to mad because I would have done something similar" you laughed as Guero grinned at you. "Yeah the typical Cruz mindset of violence first followed by a possible my bad later when you're wrong" joked Guero making you smack him. "You are very hot when your angry to and these scrubs have got me all hot and bothered" added Guero as he pulled you to him for a kiss. "Maybe we can step outside and do a practice run for baby number two?' he murmured making you giggle and nod.

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