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In that moment, all you want to do is run away to the nearest bathroom and ugly cry, but you don’t, instead you plaster on a big, bright and entirely fraudulent smile, forcing yourself to be happy for your best friend while a little piece of your heart dies.

You watch on as his arm wraps around her waist when she's within reaching distance, the way he smiles at her, just that little bit bigger than he would if he was smiling at you and the way they make googly eyes at each other before they kiss. You want to scream and cry 'he's mine', but you can't, you've never seen Javier so happy and something about the way they're acting with each other, suggests that this isn't new. Just how long has this been going on?You thought you told each other everything.

A call of your name snaps you out of your thoughts and you realise you've been disassociating, staring through them while they made out in the bustling hallway. “This is my girlfriend, Lorraine.”

Girlfriend.

Many girls have come and gone in the time you've known Javier and not once did he call any of them his girlfriend. You hate her, through absolutely no fault of her own, you hate her.

///

Lorraine seemed to always have impeccable timing when it came to interfering in your relationship with Javi, it was completely inadvertent on her part, but still it was incredibly frustrating.

“Javi? You still here?” It’s an immediate mood killer hearing her voice on the other side of the door, your hands fall away from his belt in an instant and the two of you freeze in place, both of you too scared to move.

“Yeah um... Just a sec I’ll be right out!” You want to smack him upside the head for that one, why would he do that?! You pin him with a death glare while mouthing ‘what the fuck Javi?’. “Look—” Javier whispers while tucking his dick into the waistband of his pants to hide his erection and even though you’re pissed at him, you can’t help but watch the action with great interest. “She clearly knows I’m here anyway, so I’m just gonna go see what she wants, get rid of her and we can finish where we left off, okay?”

It’s maddeningly frustrating how Lorraine’s shitty timing is coming between the two of you once more, but a part of you is thankful she interrupted when she did, a minute earlier and she’d have heard you lustfully calling out his name as you came apart on his tongue and fingers, a minute later and she’d have heard the two of you frantically fucking on his desk. Either way whatever this thing is between the two of you would have been over before it had even had a chance to start. This was probably the best possible outcome, you reluctantly admit to yourself.

“Fine.” You say with a small sigh “Just get rid of her quickly, okay?”

“Yeah I know. Hey...” Javier gently tilts your chin up to meet his gaze with the same two fingers that had been inside you moments prior. “I’ll he right back.. don’t you dare move” it’s said with a smirk, he’s far too cocky for a guy who almost got caught as an accomplice to an affair, but it’s hard to be mad at him when he presses his lips against yours the way he does. Soft, plush lips slanting against your own with a gentle slip of his tongue into your mouth, forcing yourself hold back a moan when you taste the sweet and musky taste of your own release still lingering on his tongue.

“You smell like pussy” You grin against his lips, making a small huff of laughter leave him through his nose. “Taste like it too. Got a little something in your moustache...” Gently swiping your thumb through the neatly trimmed hair on his upper lip, you wipe away the creamy evidence of anything the two of you just did.

With one more hushed whisper of thanks, Javier winks and straightens out his jacket as he strides to the door, leaving you half naked from the waist down, perched on the edge of his desk while he goes off to deal with his she-devil of an ex-fiancé.

///

When Javier exits his office, making sure to close the door behind him, Lorraine has her back to him,compact mirror in hand, reapplying new lipstick. He finger combs his hair one last time, making sure he doesn't look too dishevelled before he says her name. Finally, she spots him in the reflection over her shoulder and snaps the mirror shut, shoving it back in her knock off designer handbag before turning to face him with an unreadable expression and a fresh coat of bubblegum pink on her lips.

For a moment, he wonders if she heard anything, if she's about to barge into the office to find you waiting for him in a compromising position. If that were the case though, she'd have done it by now and she certainly wouldn't be out here putting on make up in preparation for it.

“Hey, I um... I was just driving by, saw your car in the parking lot. Workin' late tonight huh?” Ever the detective. His patience for Lorraine ran out years ago, but for the sake of not acting too suspicious, he'll allow her to say whatever it is she has to say.

“Yep, got a lot of paperwork to catch up on, so...” Javier murmurs with a non-committal shrug, its pretty easy to maintain an unbothered act around Lorraine actually, he doesn't really have to fake it.

When she says your name though, his facade almost cracks, willing his eyes not to completely bulge out of his head. “Yeah what about her?”

“Saw her car out there too, she still here or–?”

“No. Battery problems and neither of us had any jumper cables so she got a cab home” Javiers impressed with how fast on his feet he was with that one, its believable at least. “Is there a reason you're actually here Lorraine because I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork, as nice as a little chitchat is.” He adds quickly, not giving her a moment to really question his excuse.

“Oh... There is a reason actually.” It seems like she's taken the bait, the discussion about your car being forgotten altogether. “I uh.. its stupid actually.” She says with a tiny nervous chuckle, absent-mindedly running her fingers through the bleach blonde ends of her hair. “It was really good to see you yesterday, even if it was brief.”

Well, he wasn't expecting that. This has to be a trap somehow, he knows her too well to know there's more to this little visit.

“You stopped in to just tell me that? Thanks, I guess.”

“No actually, not just that, but I'm glad to see you're feeling better.”

“Huh?” Oh, the excuse you gave for his abrupt departure from the barbecue. “Oh, uh, yeah thanks. Why are you here Lorraine?” He can't control the way his question comes out a slightly clipped, he knows you can hear every word of this conversation and how much you dislike Lorraine, even if you did try and hide it.

When she starts to move closer to him though, he see's it, the expression he recognises from all those years ago, the flirty lift of her lips at the corner and the subtle flutter of her lashes. “Thought I could keep you company... Randy's got the kids anyway and he thinks I'm out grocery shoppin'.” She cannot be real right now surely? The irony of the situation isn't lost on him. Javi's got one married woman in his office who he's just eaten out on his desk and now he's got another one not so subtly throwing herself at him.

A thud from his office behind him makes both of them snap their heads in the direction and Javier just hopes to god you didn't just throw something at the wall pretending it was Lorraine's head. “What was that?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Probably just the wind knocking shit over or something. Got the window open for, y'know fresh air, circulation to the brain, read an article on the benefits.” He's rambling and he can feel the anxious sweat beading on his brow, he needs to divert her attention quickly before she actually does question him this time. “Are you fucking kidding me with this shit though Lorraine, did you really just proposition me for a goodamn affair? What is wrong with you?” The hypocrisy is physically painful, although he was the first one to really make the move between the two of you, at least that's the way he justifies it. He just hopes you're not on the other side of the door taking his words to her the wrong way,he genuinely is horrified that Lorraine would come to him like this, especially after the passive-aggressive way she's been towards him since he got home from Colombia.

A small scoff leaves her painted lips as any hint of flirtation from before evaporates from her expression, turning into a scowl. “You really think you're hot shit don't you Javier? It's not like it'd be the first time you've done this kind of thing. Don't think I've forgotten about Jessica.”

Jessica.

The reason they broke up for a while when he was away at college, the first time at least. He'd gotten drunk one night at a frat party he'd been invited to. That's where he met her, they'd fucked in one of the bathrooms after 10 whole minutes of getting to know each other and it took Javier a whole week to get up the courage to tell Lorraine. He'd been dodging her calls all week long and when he eventually did call her back, she bawled her eyes out on the phone to him for hours while she called him every hateful name under the sun and Javi just let her. He knew he'd fucked up but truthfully he was getting cold feet about their relationship already, they were both barely in their twenties and Lorraine was already pressuring him to commit, despite the long distance relationship they were in at the time. This is just what he did when he was scared and that habit continued in many aspects of his life thereafter.

Though he hadn't told you about Jessica, he didn't think it was important. A fact he's slightly regretting now.

“You're really throwing that in my face right now? Do you even hear yourself? Its ancient history. Fucking ridiculous of you to still be holding onto that shit when you've supposedly moved on and had a family, I hope you know that.” Javier's not pulling any punches now, he's telling her straight and she needs to hear it and even if he can see the tears welling up in her eyes under the dim florescent lighting. She's not his problem.

“I-I think Randy's cheating on me with his secretary...” She squeaks out as she's holding back the tears. Javier does feel a twinge of empathy for her, he really does, but he's not about to be the the shoulder she leans on for support. Not when she only ever saw him as a thing to covet and own. She'd been boastful about bagging the hottest guy in school back in the day and it didn't sit right with Javier even then and when she all but forced his hand into proposing, telling him she thought she was pregnant over a phone call when he was in the last year of college, only to magically get her period the same day he put a ring on her finger. So yeah, it was really hard for him to muster up much genuine sympathy for her after that.

“Well as sorry as I am about that Lorraine-” He says flatly “I'm not a homewrecker, so you're gonna have to sort your own shit out. Now, thanks for the visit but if you could kindly–“

“You know what? Fuck you Javier!” Lorraine hisses with angry tears smearing her once pristine mascara down her rosy blush cheeks “You act so high and mighty and everyone in this fucking town thinks you're such a big hero, but all I remember you as is a god damn coward who ran away with his tail between his legs when things got too real for him!” For over a decade, Lorraine has been holding back on giving him a piece of her mind after he left her at the alter, it was the single-most humiliating day of her life, next to him admitting to cheating on her and now here she was being turned down by the man who stood her up in front of half the population of Laredo and she had a cheating husband at home. She must be so tired of continuously being humiliated.

Her words sting, but Javier never wanted to be painted as a hero in the first place, it was everyone else who adorned him with this unwanted title while he'd uncomfortably smile through the pain.

“Alright, get the fuck out of here Lorraine! Go home and be a mom to your fucking kids and don't you dare try dragging me into your bullshit ever again, oh and if you didn't get the hint before when I ran out on you, hear me now when I say I'm not interested. Do you understand?” Javier's being cut throat with his words right now, his voice rising in volume the more he thinks about everyone he's ever let down, but he doesn't care at this point. For the second time tonight, he's had to listen to someone tell him how much of a coward he is when he already lives with that truth every day of his life. From the moment his eyes open in the morning, to closing them at the end of the day and even in his dreams where he can't escape the horrors that wait for him every night in his sleep. He already knows.

Lorraine lets out an undignified sob as she turns on her heel, clutching her handbag tight to her body as she hastily storms out of the bull-pen, letting the door slam behind her.

Javier hangs his head with a heavy sigh and hands planted on his hips as he listens to her sobs getting further away, followed by the distant squeal of tyres on asphalt. He does feel bad, of course he does, he's not a monster, but not enough to apologise to her.

When he's sure she's really gone, he turns back towards his office, staring at the door for a moment. Javier knows you heard every word and he knows there are some truths you're going to want answers to after that, the intimacy the two of you had planned before, definitely wasn't going to happen now. He takes a moment to breathe, bracing himself for the inevitable fallout and opens the door.

///

Lorraine's words had been an awakening to you, you'd been sitting on that desk waiting for him to come back and fuck you like this was some kind of game. It wasn't. Real people we're involved, with real feelings and as much as you were unhappy and the guilt for your actions wasn't there before, it had hit you like a freight train now.

The moment you'd heard her trying to flirt, the jealousy had flared and you'd knocked over one of the chairs in front of his desk from getting up so fast, with the intention of getting dressed and going out there to give her a piece of your mind, it would have exposed the truth of your infidelity, but it would have been completely worth it to see her lose to you for once. You'd always wondered what might have happened if you'd been that little bit faster in making a move on Javi in high school, you don't allow yourself to think about it too much because when you do, you go down the avenues of thought about you being the one he asked to marry instead and how he wouldn't have stood you up at the alter and that you'd have been more than willing to follow him down to Colombia if that's what he really wanted to do with his life. You'd have been happy, you like to think.

And then he started going off on her about him not being a home-wrecker and how she must have something wrong with her, of course the self-reflection would start now, after you've kissed, after he's tasted you, after his fingers have been inside you.

The truth coming out about their first break up in college had been like a gut punch, he'd lied to you then, feeding you a story about Lorraine wanting a break, all to cover his ass. Javier knew if he told you the truth, you'd be upset with him, even if you didn't like Lorraine much. He hated it when you had that disapproving tone and when you lectured him on his mistakes, it was out of tough love, but he couldn't bear the thought of disappointing you, so he just withheld the truth. All she'd mentioned was a name but you could guess the context behind it from Javier's reaction alone.

By the time he comes back into the office you're fully dressed again, standing in front of his desk with your arms crossed over your chest and a look on your face that's somewhere between hurt and fury. Oh yeah, you heard it all.

“Is she gone?” You ask hotly.

Another sigh leaves his lips, just from seeing you like this and hearing the tone of your voice. “Yeah, she's gone, but listen I didn't –“

“Save whatever excuse you're about to give me Javier. Maybe you were right, maybe this was a bad idea. Lets just forget this ever fucking happened and admit we're both shitty people yeah?” You're not wrong and he knows it, you are both shitty people, he's lied and cheated, you've lied and cheated, in some sick and twisted way in his mind that makes you perfect for each other.

“I'm not walking away this time.” He states plainly as he walks towards you and you walk around him, heading for the door.

“Its not your fucking choice Javier, I'm putting an end to this.”

You're almost at the door when his large hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks as he forces you to face him. “Would you fucking stop and listen to me please? I told you before, I'm done running, I'm done pretending I don't think about you every waking second of the day and I'm done being a c–.” He cuts himself off, not ready to admit the words out loud, no matter how loud they scream inside his mind. “I'm done. Please. Just... Just don't give up on us before we've even had a chance to start. That's all I ask.”

Javiers dark eyes are big and pleading, it tugs on your heartstrings like that look always has, the puppy dog eyes are far more dangerous than any heated smolder because its just so disarming. It makes all your words fall away and turn to ashes in your mouth instantaneously, like it always has. He's your kryptonite.

“Am I just another distraction to you?” Your voice is softer now, unable to hide the fear in your inflection, feeling the need to clarify when you see the confusion on his face. “Like... like what happened with Jessica? Which by the way, does suck that you never told me, but you were young and stupid... this though... us? I-I just need to know if this is your way of self-destructing again.”

“Hermosa” Javier whispers softly as he takes your face into his hands, gently stroking his thumb over the curve of your cheek as he stares deeply into your eyes. “I was young and stupid back then, that's no excuse. I was never happy with Lorraine, I just realised it too late to undo any of my fuck-ups. Deep down, its always been you and if you still want to walk away, I wont hold it against you. It's on me for waiting until it was too late to show you how I feel, it's all on me. This is a big decision to make. Just tell me you'll think about it, don't take a page out of the Javier Peña play-book and run away at the first sign of trouble. Just... take your time and think about what you want, okay?”

You'd be lying to yourself if you didn't want to just throw caution to the wind now and pick up where you left off, but the moment has passed and been soured by the Lorraine of it all. For the first time in the last 24 hours, you actually find yourself thinking rationally. He's right, you do need time to think about this. “Okay. I can't give you a time frame of anything though Javi..”

“That's fine. I've already waited 20 years for you, I'll wait a little longer.”

His words make a warmth bloom in your chest, you know what it is, but you don;t dare put a name to it. Not now.

Despite the heavy atmosphere and the reflecting you need to go away with, you can't help but kiss him one more time, brushing your lips against his in a lingering whisper of a kiss, just needing one more, in case its the very last time.

///

The rest of the week drags on, you and Javier spend the whole time casting lingering glances at one another at work that luckily, no one else picks up on. You spend the whole week wishing you could go into his office and finish what you started that night, but you don't. You need the time to think and Javier is a big distraction so the only time you have is after hours, but even then his presence bleeds into your life at home. On the wall of your living room is a framed photo of the two of you at high school graduation, throwing your caps in the air while he's got you lifted a foot or so off the ground with his arm firmly around your waist. Your faces are both lit up with matching ecstatic joy, for yourselves and for one another. He'd just barely graduated with your insistence on helping to tutor him in the subjects he was failing in, you'd never been more proud of him and he'd never been so grateful for you.

You catch yourself staring at the sunlight-faded photo often, thinking about all the what-ifs that haunt you every day of your life. That photo should be surrounded by other photos of the two of you that don't exist. Your wedding day, blissful newly-weds on their honeymoon and the thought you try to block out the most, photos of your kids. They would have had his eyes and dimples, you're sure of it.

Instead its surrounded by pictures of you and Erick on your wedding day in 1987. You can see it in your own eyes and the forced smile, you'd settled for the first man who gave you attention after Javier left for Colombia, just to fill the gaping void his departure had left in your life. A wound that never entirely closed, only to be torn open again upon Javier's return.

///

Laredo country club had always been a place Javier had been aware of, but it wasn't his scene at all. Golf wasn't his thing, in high school he'd ran track and field and he enjoyed watching football or basketball with his Pops, other than that, he wasn't overly into sports anyway, and this barely seemed like a sport to him at all.

But he'd been distracted when he agreed to this shit, just like he's distracted right now while Randy and Erick are arguing about who won the last hole, its very apt that they're arguing about holes when neither of them can seem to pleasure their wives.

The two of them are just bickering like children while Javier's leaning on his golf club, staring off in the distance across the green, thinking about you, thinking about what you're doing right now.

It's been torture for him these last 5 days, all he's wanted to do is grab you and kiss you until you can't breathe, but it was his idea to give you space, so that what he's doing, as much as he can anyway.

Eventually the two idiots in matching red golf polo's come to an agreement about who won the last hole between the two if them and they turn their attention back to Javier, who's not trying very hard to hide his boredom right now. “Javier? Its your turn bud.” Randy tells him with a clap on his shoulder, snapping Javier out of his daze. Clearly Randy has no idea about the visit his wife paid to him on Monday evening.

“Oh... yeah thanks buddy.” Javier replies, trying his best to hide the sarcasm and destain for the nickname. He sighs quietly as he sets up his ball on the tee and lines up his shot while Randy and Erick go back to talking behind him.

“So tell me about this secretary of yours, my guy. Randy by name, Randy by nature huh?” Erick says and the two of them descend into obnoxious laughter together, Lorraine had been right, her husband was stepping out on her and the fact that your husband wants to hear all about it, doesn't sit right with him.

“There's really nothing to tell, I mean, Lorraine was fun once before the kids came along, but this girl... Oh.. God she can fuck. I don't remember the last time I felt this way man. I don't know how I resisted her for so long, I mean God, the day she started wearing mini skirts to the office it was game over!" Javiers grip on the golf club tightens ever so slightly and his nostrils flare with anger as he hears the way Randy is openly talking about his disrespect for his wife. "I mean seriously, E. If you saw this chick you'd consider risking it all too, no offence your wife is hot and everything, but this girl? Jesus christ."

It would be so easy to turn around and swing this golf club into his stupid face, he'd deserve it, cheating asshole, not only being disrespectful towards his own wife but he's bringing you into it too and Erick isn't even attempting to tell him off for it.

Instead Javier focuses all his anger on his swing, sending the golf ball across the green with a hard whoosh. It lands no where near the hole of course, why would it? He doesn't give a shit about this game or how to play it and right now he's counting down the minutes until its all over, just hoping and praying they don't suggest going for drinks after.

“Woah-ho-ho, easy Peña , y'almost took a bird out of the sky with that one.” Randy chuckles as they switch places and he lines up his shot.

“Yeah Javi, aim of the game is to get it in the hole, bud.” Erick nudges him in the ribs with a wink and all Javier can think about is how this guy has probably heard you say 'is it in yet?' before. It actually makes him smirk and clearly Erick thinks its because he said something funny. “I think that's the first smile we've got outta you all day! What's got you so down in the dumps man? Don't tell me you're going simple over a girl and we don't know about her!”

The irony is delicious.

“Well actually...”

“Don't do it! Take it from me, stay single and fuck everything that moves while you can still get it up without needing a little blue pill.” Randy interrupts over his shoulder. “Worst thing I ever did was marry Lorraine... I shoulda taken a page out of your book on that one, You know what she's like Javier, drives everyone fucking insane with her bitching and moaning. That woman is never happy.”

The ball flies for the air after Randy takes his shot and Erick snorts beside Javier. “I don't know how you do it, man. I mean if my wife was half as annoying as Lorraine is, I'd have divorced her ass years ago.”

Inhale, exhale, Javier. It's not worth it getting in a fight with these two assholes, he's not about to risk his career again over making stupid, violent mistakes, no matter how tempting it is.

Clearly these two think they're in a safe space to admit all this shit though, they think Javier is one of the guys for whatever reason, so why shouldn't he use that to his advantage?

As Erick is swapping places with Randy, Javier opens his mouth and poses a question to him that he's been wondering about for the longest time. “So... Erick, uh... have you ever, y'know? Dipped your pen in the company ink so to speak?”

Ericks shoulders shake with laughter as he shakes his head. “No, I'm not like Randall here, I don't shit where I eat.” He groans as he bends down to place his ball on the tee.

Javier reads between the lines enough to sense that there's more to that though and he's about to ask but Randy cuts in again. “Listen, Erick with a k. Don't act all holier than thou just because you haven't stepped out recently. I was there at your bachelor party and your 35th birthday. You're no better than I am, my guy.”

And there it is, the rationale he's been looking for. Erick has cheated on you before, at least twice.

Erick half turns on the spot, eyes flickering between Randy and Javier, slightly panicked. Randy quickly catches onto what that look means and he scoffs out a dry laugh. “What? You're worried Javi here is gonna tell her about it? He's one of us, aren't you Jav? I heard about your little indiscretion when you were with Lorraine. Can't say I blame you though bud, even back then she was a handful.”

The phrase 'he's one of us' makes Javier want to beat Randy's face in while screaming 'I'm nothing like you!' Fuck these guys, Javier may not have the best moral compass, but at least he's not as bad as them.

Just smile and get through the rest of the holes, then tell her everything after.

“Uh, yeah, yeah I'm not gonna say a word to her, us guys have gotta stick together right?” Javier tells Erick and watches as his shoulders deflate with relief. Either Javier is a better actor than he thought he was or these two really are dumb.

“Thank god because she's got a real mean streak when she's angry ain't she!” Erick jokes as he turns back to take his shot.

“Yeah but a little fire is what makes her hot!” Randy chimes in.

“Don't you fucking dare try and make a move on my wife Randy!”

“Oh c'mon, we can share! I'll show her a real good time and you can borrow Lorraine, at least the woman is good at sucking dick. That's one plus about her.”

Javier's quietly seething, maybe he'll tell Lorraine about all this too, but then they'll know he said something. No, he has to play it smart, leave a trail of breadcrumbs for her to find on her own somehow. As much as he has a disliking for Lorraine, she doesn't deserve to be treated like this, not after what Javier did, and certainly not by the father of her children. He'll think of something.

He pretty much blocks out the rest of their disgusting conversation, now single-handedly focused on telling you everything the second he can.

By the time they get to the next hole, Javier's got them completely tuned out, bickering again as Randy poorly steers the golf cart across the green. A snapping set of fingers in front of his face brings him back again though, once again dragged into whatever discourse they're having. “Yo, earth to Javi?” Randy says with a dry chuckle. “Damn, whoever this chick is, she's really got you whipped huh? C'mon hole 12 bud, only 6 more to go!”

Javier has to endure this for 6 more holes. He's going to need a big drink after.

///

By hole 17, Javier's eyes feel heavy, he's losing by fuck knows how many holes, but he doesn't care, he's winning in every other sense after all.

Just as Javier's about to take his swing a loud clap of a gunshot rings out and Javier instinctively goes for a holster that isn't there, reaching for a gun that also isn't there while throwing his golf club to the ground. Its reflexive and jarring all at once. His heart pounds against his ribcage as he looks around for the source of the shot, wide eyed with panic and suddenly he's no longer on the golfing green, no, he's back on the streets of Bogotá surrounded by the limp and lifeless bodies of everyone he lost or failed while he was down there while a puddle of blood forms at his feet.

Just as he feels the panic attack start to build in his chest, a rough shake of his shoulder snaps him out of it and when he opens his eyes again, he's greeted by the concerned faces of Erick and Randy.

“Woah, Javier buddy are you good?” Randy asks first.

“Yeah man, are you okay? You're kinda freaking us out here.” Erick adds.

Javier is far from 'good' or 'okay'. He hasn't had anything like that happen to him for a long time, not since that first month he returned from Colombia when it would happen almost every day with any loud noise. That's when he took up smoking again after the hundredth time of trying to give up, the nicotine helped and that's also when he got the offer of sheriff and slowly he started to feel like he slipping back into a 'normal' life again after that. So for this to hit him so out of the blue, is unexpected and unwelcome to say the least.

The first thing he does is look down at his feet, no blood, only the perfectly manicured grass below him and then he has to remind himself to breathe, this is reality, right here and now. “W-what... there was a gun shot...” He stutters out, looking around again for where it came from, but in less frantic now.

“Oh that? The country club also operates a hunting club on the other side of the woods, probably just a buncha guys out shooting fowl. You sure you're okay man? You're not lookin' so hot right now.” Randy says with a casual laugh that makes Javier want to knock all his teeth out there and then.

“Uh... actually, I gotta go...” Javier tells them with a shake of his head as he picks up the club off the ground and shoves it into Randy's hands leaving the two men confused as Javi pushes through them and starts a hasty walk back across the green towards the parking lot.

Randy and Erick exchange semi bemused looks behind his back and the former of the two can't resist making a joke at Javier's expense as they watch him walk away. “C'mon brother, we only had one more hole left! You didn't have a fake a fucking panic attack just because you're a sore loser my guy!”

That's what does it. That's what stops Javier in his tracks. He made it all of twenty feet away from them before he's rooted in place, hands curling into fists before he turns around and stalks back towards them with a face like thunder. “The fuck did you just say to me pendejo?” Javier spits out as he swiftly closes the gap, Erick tries to get in the way but Javier just shoves him out of the way and grabs Randy by the collar and yanks him closer until they're practically nose to nose.

“Woah! Woah! Easy... I-I was just joking around! Didn't mean anything by it!” Randy quickly backtracks, holding his hands up in surrender, looking like a scared little boy, stumbling over his words with fearful eyes.

Erick tries to intervene again, pushing his hand between their bodies to shove Javier back a step, forcing him to let go of Randy's collar. “Dude stop! It was just a joke, Randy's an asshole, he's like this with everyone! He can't help it!”

“Jokes are supposed to be fucking funny! You know what is a fucking joke? The two of you. Looking at me like I have something wrong with me when you're the ones running around on your wives! Talking about them like they're shit on the bottom of your shoe instead of actual people!” Javier directs that last part right at Randy “Don't you ever compare me to the two of you ever again, because I am nothing like either of you pieces of shit! Go fuck yourselves, god knows neither of you know how to fuck your wives anyway by the sounds of things!”

They're like two gormless idiots with their jaws hanging slack in shock as Javier turns and walks away again, with only one thing on his mind now, you.

“Hey what the fuck do you mean by–“ Randy calls out and takes a step forward but Erick stops him with a hand on his chest.

“Man, just let him go. Clearly got a fuckin' screw loose or something, c'mon lets finish up this round and we'll go grab a drink.” Javier hears it all behind him, but he doesn't care, he needs to talk to you, he needs to see you.

///

By the time he makes it back to his car, his hair is sweaty and sticking to his forehead and his hands are shaking as he fumbles to get the keys in the lock, he needs to hear your voice, he needs to hold you, he needs you to know the truth.

With just enough focus left, he manages to get his seatbelt on and start the car with his cellphone wedged between his shoulder and ear as it rings out, waiting for you to answer, when you finally do, he's already back on the road, driving away from the country club with a destination already in mind.

“Javi?” Your voice is like an instant soothing balm for his soul and he finally feels like he can breathe again.

“Hermosa” He says with a sigh “I-I'm sorry I just needed to talk to you, I know I'm supposed to be giving you some space but..I-I needed to hear your voice and I need to see you...Please...”

Javier can't even try to hide the waiver in his voice, even if he did, you know him well enough to know when he's not okay, he could never really hide how he's feeling from you.

“Javi, talk to me baby what happened? I thought you were golfing with Randy and Erick, what did they do?” You don't even realise you'd dropped the pet name so casually and Javier can't deny the fact that he likes the way it sounds when it rolls off your tounge.

“I'll tell you when I see you okay? Just... please, I need to see you right now.”

There's a split second pause on the other end of the phone before you speak again. “Alright. Where?”

///

You were hesitant at first when Javier suggested meeting at a motel, but this didn't sound like a conversation that could be had in public and neither of you could risk doing this at home, not when Erick could return home at any moment and Javier lives with his dad on the ranch. He promised you no funny business and if you were being honest with yourself, you'd been anxious and on edge all day with him at the forefront of your mind knowing he was out with your husband and Randy.

So that's how you find yourself in the parking lot of a seedy, pay-by-the hour motel just off the interstate, checking your appearance in the mirror of the sun-visor before you get out of the car in search for the room number that Javier had sent you by text just as you were heading on over.

When you find room number 111, the door painted red with scratches and peeling paint on every corner, there's a moment where you freeze with your hand mid air, ready to knock. Javier had said 'no funny business', but he's been on your mind every second of every day for the longest time and all week long, all you've wanted is to be near him, to touch him and now you're about to be alone again.

Talk. You need to talk.

You rap your knuckles softly against the wood and hear some movement from behind the door and within no time at all, you're face to face with the man who's plaguing your every thought. Your heart skips a beat and then immediately sinks into your stomach when you see the broken expression on his face, you've seen him angry, you've seen him sad, you've seen him happy, but this? This isn't a look you've ever seen on his face.

“Javi? What is it?” Without even a second thought, you're stepping inside the room, and your arms are encircling in a tight, comforting hug as he closes the door behind you and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Needed to see you...I...fuck...I'm so sorry hermosa.” His hot breath tickles against your skin as he speaks and you pull back to look at him, taking his face into your hands as your eyes search his, seeing watery brown eyes staring back at you.

“Hey... sorry for what? What the fuck happened today Javi? All day long my stomach's been in knots and I can't stop thinking about you and–“

“He cheated on you!” Javier blurts out and immediately regrets the delivery of that news when he sees your face fall and for a moment he thinks you're about to get upset about it. “I'm so sorry baby, I... Randy is cheating on Lorraine a-and they were being so fucking casual about it around me because they thought I was like them. Randy let it slip and said something about Erick's bachelor party and 35th birthday?” Your hands drop from his face and Javier's brain is in a panic thinking he's fucked up telling you all this. “Hermosa, please I'm so sorry, please don't go...”

As you stare off at the wall behind Javier and process this news, you go through a range of emotions in the span of just a few seconds, the five stages of grief crammed into a short amount of time while your mind races to think back to those times. Your husband, who at one point you thought loved you and you thought you loved him too, had cheated on you before your wedding and still went through with it knowing he'd already tarnished your entire marriage and then he did it again just a few years prior. You remember that weekend vividly, he'd gone away for the weekend on a 'boys trip' and when he returned he'd been all squirrelly with the details and overly affectionate for a long time before eventually the flowers and random gifts stopped coming and he went back to his normal, negligent self. It all falls into place and your gaze moves back to meet Javier's eyes.

He's just quietly staring at you, waiting for the shoe to drop, waiting for you to leave again, all because he fucked up and dropped this atomic bomb sized piece of news on you without thinking.

But that doesn't come, you don't leave.

Instead you reach out and grab his shirt, pulling him into you as your lips crash into his desperately. It takes a moment for his brain to catch up and realise that you're not angry with him but when it does, there's no stopping him, his hands are on you in an instant, a hand on either side of your hips as he pushes you flush against the door. His tongue slips between your parted lips making the both of you groan into each others mouths as his hands slide under your shirt and up to cup your breast over the lace of your bra.

You pull back for a second, panting against his mouth as his thumb rubs over the stiffening peak of your nipple. “Javi..”

His mouth drops to your jaw, trailing his lips down to your neck as he kisses and nibbles at the sensitive skin just where your pulse point is. “Tell me to stop and I'll stop.”

His teeth grazing on your skin is highly distracting, forming a logical thought proves to be difficult as you whine and fist your hand into his hair. You'd had all week to think about what you wanted and while your intentions were to come here and talk it out with him, tell him that yes you do want this, the news of your husbands affairs sealed the deal for you. You were done running too. Javier was what you wanted.

As his lips find your collarbone, the words come tumbling out of you in a breathy plea, the two words that give him the green light to do what ever he wants, because you want it too. “Don't stop.”

Those two words were like a trigger being pulled on a gun, the moment they leave your mouth he's pulling his hand out from under your shirt and tugging your t-shirt off over your head, throwing it to the stained carpet below your feet. He urges you to kick your shoes off while he works on unbuttoning your jeans and in no time at all, he has you in your bra and panties. The two of you just stare at each other for a moment, breathing just as heavily as one another with desire and need coursing through your veins. His eyes travel slowly down your body like a predator sizing up their prey, taking in every dip and curve of your frame. Just above your hips, he notices two faded, white scars either side of your stomach, he'll ask about those later, right now he just wants to make you feel good.

When you reach out to undress him now, he doesn't back away, raising his arms over his head as you pull off his dark polo and drop it to the pile of clothes on the ground that's forming beside you. The last time you saw Javier shirtless was back in college, he's a lot broader now, the skin on his chest it dotted with more freckles than you can count but all you know is you want to run your tongue along every single one of them and connect them like constellations.

When you go to unbutton his jeans he catches your wrist and tugs you against him while his free hand snakes up to the clasp of your bra behind your back. “Not yet.. got some things I wanna do to you first Hermosa, can't have you getting distracted” The little whine in protest you let out makes him chuckle darkly against your ear, a deep rumbling sound. “Trust me baby, it'll all be worth it.”

The clasp pings open on his last word and he wastes no time in pulling it free from your chest, immediately dipping his head down to take your nipple into his mouth, making you keen and arch into him while you tug harder on his hair. “Javi...”

He boosts you up against the door as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, sucking and gently biting it between his teeth before he pulls back with a wet pop. “Everything about you is so fucking beautiful and perfect.. its not fair...” Before you have a chance to even think or respond, he moves over to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention he'd given its twin.

Everything he's doing is driving you to insanity, you're so lost in all of it that you didn't feel his hand sliding under the waistband of your panties until his fingers are on your clit and he's groaning against your breast. “So fucking responsive too... god you really are perfect...”

You whine and keen again. “Javi, please I need you so bad... just take me to bed and fuck me.”

He lets out a low growl against your skin as he sinks two fingers inside your tight heat and curls them just right while his thumb circles your clit. You're already soaked for him and he definitely could and he absolutely would just throw you on the bed and fuck you stupid, in a god damn heartbeat, if you were some random he'd met at a bar or a girl he'd paid for, but you weren't just any girl. He doesn't want to rush this, not when this moment has been on his mind for over twenty years, not when you're owed so much more after years of disappointing quickies with your husband when it should have been Javier in his place. Javier's thought about all the 'what-if's' too and in every scenario he's ever thought out, you were always the one he came home to. He would have made sure you knew how loved and desired you were, every single night if you'd let him. So no, despite how your plea makes his cock jump in his jeans, he's not going to give in, he's got lost time to make up for and he intends to do that, one mind blowing orgasm at a time.

It doesn't take long before your first orgasm crashes over you while his fingers pump in and out of your pulsing cunt,the lewd squelching mingles with your beautiful moans and the muffled groans in his throat as his lips stay attached to your nipple while he fucks you through it. Your legs were shaking and buckling beneath you, the only thing keeping you upright was the fact that you were sandwiched between Javier and the door.

He pulls off your nipple and lifts his head to watch the blissful post-ecstacy settle on your face, making your already beautiful features just that little bit more divine. Your eyes are heavy lidded as you look at him while his fingers slow, but don't completely stop inside you. “C'mon baby, give me another and then i'll take you to bed, promise.” He murmurs with a smirk, already starting to pick up the pace once more.

“Javi!” You gasp and arch off the door into his hand.

“I know baby, I know, just one more for me, please. Wanna make you feel good.” He coos as the pads of his fingers slowly drag along your g-spot and your eyes roll back in your head as you cry out.

All week long, you've been craving having his fingers back inside you once more like this, you didn't think it could get any better than the last time but it is.

In a haze of pleasure, you lift your head off the door and chase his lips for a kiss, moaning into each others mouths when he pulls a second climax from you, swallowing all your sobs as your release coats his fingers and drips down his knuckles.

Once your walls stop fluttering, he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and lifts them to your lips. “Taste how sweet she is hermosa. Taste how fucking perfect you are.”

He watches intently as your lips wrap around his two fingers and you suck them clean, while your eyes stay firmly fixed on him. You do like the way you taste.

“Fucking beautiful like this, look at you.” He pulls his fingers from between your lips and has his arms hook under your thighs, lifting you off the ground in one swift movement, making you yelp and giggle as he carries you bridal style to the bed.

“I don't even wanna think about how many people have probably fucked on these sheets.” You snicker as he tosses you gently onto the bed and crawls on top of you, grinning widely.

“So don't think about it, dumbass. Don't ruin it.” He chides playfully as he flips you onto your stomach and urges you up onto your hands and knees. “Promise you, someday I'll be fucking you in our own bed.” He murmurs as his lips make their way down the curve of your spine and he's tugging your panties down your hips.

The combination of his kisses and his words make you shiver, the promise of a future with him is all you've ever wanted.

He places a kiss on your ass cheek as he eases your panties off the end of your feet and finally, he has you bare.

Javier sits back on his haunches for a moment to admire you, knees apart with your most intimate areas on display like a feast all for him and feast he will.

“Javi what..” Your words are cut off by your own gasp as he dives between your legs and licks a broad stripe from your clit to your entrance while his big hands grip your ass cheeks and hold them apart.

He's missed the taste of you all week, he swears he could taste you on his tongue for days after what happened in his office, he's been dreaming of getting a taste of you again, like a new addiction he can't kick. “Needed this so badly” He groans against you before plunging his tongue inside you and you moan throatily.

You rock back against his mouth, seeking more stimulation and Javier can take a hint, one of his hands slides down the curve of your ass check and between your thighs to take care of your lonely swollen clit. His fat tongue swirls inside you as you drop your head to the sheets, resisting the urge to bite into them, instead you use your hand. Javier hears your muffled moans and pulls his tongue away long enough to see what you're doing and he delivers a swift playful swat to your ass cheek, making you squeal. ”None of that, let me hear you. Don't have to be quiet here. Just let it all out beautiful.” He tells you sternly before going right back to eating you out with a hunger and fervour that borders on unhinged. You feel the mattress rocking behind you as Javier ruts into it, so worked up by getting you off like this, he needed to feel the friction.

His fingers work your clit faster as you grip at the ugly patterned sheets tighter and your cries get louder, you're on the edge of heaven, you're sure of it. You're a trembling, sobbing mess when your juices soak his chin, Javier's deep groans vibrate into your pussy as his tongue twists inside you, not letting a single sweet drop get away from him.

Not more than a couple of minutes later, he's pulling another earth shattering climax from you, you're quivering so much that your arms give out and you drop into the sheets, sated and over stimulated and finally he pulls back, placing a wet kiss on the inside of your thigh as he pulls back and admires the sight of your puffy pussy. “Fuck me...You really should see yourself right now... Pretty as a picture like this...” Javier rasps as he lightly swats your sensitive core, following it up with a soothing rub with the heel of his palm that makes you whimper and squirm.

“Javi.. Oh fuck..T-too much... need you to fuck me please.”

As much as Javier was enjoying the teasing, he couldn't hold back any more, his cock had been hard this whole time and he was aching to be inside you.

When you feel some jostling behind you, you lazily turn over onto your back, sinking back into the flat pillows to watch him remove his jeans. With his eyes on your naked form, he unbuttons his jeans and slowly pulls down the zipper. One last tease before the two of you make the final leap thats been twenty years in the making.

You sit up on your elbows to watch as he pushes the denim down his sturdy thighs and finally, finally, you lay your eyes on his dick.

And its every bit as magnificent as the rumours had said they were.

Thick and long, with a slight curve towards his stomach with a dark mass of untamed curls framing his perfect length. At least 8 inches and absolutely bigger than your husbands, without a doubt. He wasn't wearing underwear though, you note and now you're wondering if that's a regular occurrence for him, you'll have fun finding out, no doubt.

Your breath shudders as you watch him kick off his jeans and wrap his fist around the base of his cock, slowly pumping it as he crawls back onto the bed.

You need to do one last thing before you commit to this final act of adultery with him, not that your marriage was ever salvageable anyway, but as one final fuck you to Erick, you slip off your gold wedding band and set it down on the night stand before Javi wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap while he sits back on his heels.

The warm, weeping tip of his cock rubs deliciously through your folds, nudging against the tender nub as both of you share sighs of delight. “Javi” You breathe his name as your arms loop around his neck and his big palm slides up from your hip to the back of your neck drawing you in for a kiss. More tender and sweet this time, savouring the way your body and lips feel against his.

He guides your hip as you rock them shallowly against him in an attempt to blindly notch him at your entrance and when you do manage to, there's an electrifying moment when the tip of his cock breeches you for the first time. It makes both of you still and gasp into each others mouths sharing breaths. You feel the tears prick at the corners of your eyes from both how right this feels and from how long you've wanted this.

With his guidance, you slowly sink all the way down onto his cock, basking in the sweet sting and stretch as Javier swallows your moans. You feel so impossibly full of him, its breathtaking, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly. When the tip of his dick kisses your cervix, he holds you still and pulls back just enough to look at you. When he see's the glassy and watery look in your eyes, his hand slides up from your neck to cup your cheek, swiping his thumb over an errant tear that escaped your eye. “Hermosa.” He sighs with soft and concerned eyes slowly roaming over your face “We can stop if its too much right now.” As much as Javier wants this, he doesn't want the memory to be spoiled by guilt or regret, he knows this is the final nail in the coffin of your marriage and he's not taking it lightly.

You let out a shaky little chuckle and shake your head as you swipe away the tears with your knuckle. “No, christ, I don't want to stop, its not that. Just wanted this for a long time and now its finally happening it's... it's overwhelming in the best way possible y'know?”

He does know, of course he does. In the years that you'd lost touch while he was away in Colombia, not a day went by when he didn't think about you or think about reaching out to you, but fear held him back. Fear held him back for the longest time and even now with you in his arms, there's still an ember of fear low in his gut.

He doesn't want to lose you again or fuck this up in any way. Not again, not with you.

When you take the initiative and start to move on top of him, Javier lets you, lowering his hand back down to grip your hips aiding you in winding your hips in shallow downward thrusts. Your hands move to his shoulders, bracing yourself against the broad expanse of flesh as you whine and gasp lightly.

Javier can't take his eyes off of you in this moment, the way your face contorts in pleasure as you ride him is nothing short of a work of art, he'll see this behind his eyes when he closes them from now on, replacing any bad memories that may have claimed their place there before. All he see's is you.

His hands slip from your hips to your ass, gripping each globe as he urges you deeper and faster, resisting the urge to start thrusting up into you just yet. Not yet, he wants you to take what you need first. “Thats it baby – fuck, shit – So fucking tight. Gripping me like a vice. Look at my pretty girl taking me so good.”

You gasp when he surges forward and sucks your nipple between his teeth and your hands fly into his hair, gripping and tugging it between your fingers as you grind your clit down into the coarse hairs at the base of his cock while he groans against your breast.

Your head is tipped back as your unbridled moans fill the motel room. The old mattress springs protest and the bed frame creaks loudly, but neither of you care right now, you're both too lost in each other to care about anything else right now. Nothing exists outside of this room, your lives before this moment never happened and your lives after this moment don't matter. All the two of you know is the dizzying pleasure of the connection you share.

When Javier pulls off your breast, he slips his thumb into your mouth and your eyes close with a delighted hum, swirling your thumb around the thick digit. “That's it baby, get it nice and wet for me. Wanna try something. Do you trust me?”

Your eyes ping open and his thumb slips out of your mouth, rubbing the slick spit along your bottom lip as he waits for your answer. Its hard to form words when his dick is making you delirious, but you do trust him and whatever he wants to do to you can only possibly heighten your already ecstatic pleasure so you manage to nod dumbly and gasp out a yes.

His lips stretch into a charming grin and its honestly infuriating how even now, in the throes of passion, that he can look this good.

“Atta girl.” He coos as that slick thumb moves from your lip, to the stiff peak of your nipple before his hand disappears behind you. You jolt when you feel the spit-coated appendage circling your tight hole, its gentle and new and you see him watching your face carefully for any signs of discomfort or hesitance, but when he sees nothing but curiosity and heat in your gaze, he adds just that little bit more pressure to his touch, not quite pushing inside just yet. “You ever tried this before? Tell me to stop if you don't want it, baby.”

Your sex life has been regretfully vanilla for most of your adult life, while you'd been open to exploring your kinks with toys and outfits, your husband just never wanted to put in the work or effort. So, no, you'd never explored anal play with anyone before and until a 6 days ago, you'd never really considered the idea of cheating on your spouse. That is until Javier walked into that bathroom. He's the crux in all this, the turning point in your life that you so desperately needed. “Please Javi, I want it, make me feel good.”

“Dirty girl. Hold still for a sec.” He murmurs before gently easing the tip of his thumb inside you past the tight ring of muscles.

“Oh my god!” You cry out, gripping his hair tighter as you arch back. Yeah you like it.

“Shit, that's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.” He says with a groan as he starts to thrust up into you and you meet him with your own.

Your tits bounce wildly with every thrust and all Javier can do is stare in awe. He's completely transfixed by your beauty and the way your body moves for him.

Your jaw hangs slack as continuous wanton sounds and cries tumble from you, while his jaw is set and tense in place as he ruts up into you furiously, hitting that one spot inside you over and over again that has you seeing stars. He knows your close again and so is he, but he needs to draw one last orgasm from you before his own body surrenders, he needs to feel you come around him, so he can compare it to the fantasy he'd built up in his brain over the years.

“No one else gets to see you like this. Not any more. Not ever again.” He grits out as he wiggles his thumb deeper into your back passage and pulls you down harder onto his cock.

When he'd heard from his pops that you'd gotten married while he was away, he wanted to throw up, he wanted to break shit and call you and ask how you could have done this to him, why you couldn't just wait for him. Instead he turned to booze and sex to numb the pain. He knew he had no right to be jealous, the two of you had never been a thing anyway. He didn't even know how you felt about him back then, but now? Now he's got you and if your dirtbag of a husband lays a finger on you, he'll break it in two.

“Yes! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Javi! Don't stop!” You sound so far beyond wrecked, he knows Erick could have never possibly had you making noises for him like this.

You're pliant to Javier now, he's taken over with the heavy lifting and all you can do is hold on for the ride.

Nothing about this feels wrong.

His fingertips dimple in the plump skin of your ass cheek as he spears you on his cock over and over again, his brow is furrowed in deep concentration as errant sweaty curls stick to his forehead. His rhythm is brutal and unforgiving and the poorly built bed is groaning with every movement.

Its all too much, with his thumb in your ass and the magic he's working with his cock, you know you won't be able to hold on much longer.

It's not long before you seize up on top of him, letting out a strangled cry as you come hard and its all he can do not to come too with the way your pussy is clamping his cock, he holds back until you're lucid enough to ask you where you want it. “Inside” You gasp as he doesn't slow but his thrusts do falter and then all it takes it one, two more deep jerks of his hips and he's following you right over the edge, kissing and groaning against your jaw as you go boneless against him.

Javier spills inside you, filling you with thick, hot ropes of his spend. “Dios mio” he mumbles breathlessly against your skin while you gently run your fingers through his hair and hold him through it.

He eases his thumb out of you and it makes your breath catch, already missing the feeling.

Eventually, when your breathing has evened out, you pull back to look at him and you both have matching sated grins on your expression, you're about to lean in and kiss him when the bed shifts and one of the wooden legs breaks in half, sending you both tumbling to the floor.

A beat passes and when you both realise what just happened, you burst out into fits of unrestrained laughter, with Javier laughing right beside you as he pulls you into his chest and places kisses along your sweaty hairline.

You'd never broken a bed during sex before.

Its a day of firsts for you, apparently.

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