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[Smut] (This chapter contains snu-snu at the end of chapter, R-18 warning. All characters in this story are fictional and above the age of consent.)
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Inside the Hauler, Living Space
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I set down the food on the table maybe a second or two after Mia and Letty disappear into the bathroom, I feel the atmosphere shift like I'm being faced down by a hungry cougar.
'Oh those two mischievous brats are up to something.' I groan as it's just me and Sophia now…her big Cuban mommy milkers and seductive spicy sassiness turns up to eleven.
She's lounging sideways on one of the recliners like it's a photo shoot, one leg draped over the armrest, hips cocked, top pulled just a little too snuggly to be anything but provocative leaving her with zero ambiguity.
Her long hair spills over her shoulder like she's practiced the pose in a mirror a dozen times…she probably has.
She eyes me like a cat watching a cornered mouse. Little does she know I'm not a mouse but a wolf.
"You…Pobrecito…" Sophia purrs with that thick Havana drawl, as she takes a hot wing from a container and proceeds in licking the hot wing sauce off of it like it's a…
"You always this quiet when the girls go away? Or is it just 'cause Cuban mami with big boobies makes your brain go soft and your other thing go hard?" Sophia questions me with half lidded eyes, making me snort in amusement.
I open the pizza box, and pretend not to care about Letty or Mia's friend or family member trying to seduce me, "Uh…I'm sure you're a meat loving girl, but would you like cheese or meat lovers pizza?" I ask her while smirking.
"You tell me," she says, leaning forward, arms folded beneath her chest as she cleans a wing bone of meat and skin without using her teeth.
A maneuver that practically has her spilling out of her dress.
"Definetly a meat lover…especially if it's…spicy." I say and her hand that isn't holding a chicken wing bone brushes across the groin of my jeans, and my soul practically leaves my body for a second as I take a step back.
"Lady I don't…actually I get that you're playing a game here but don't test me you do that again and I'll throw your ass out of here." I grunt and turn to grab out plates.
'Fuck that's hot…but damnit you two get back in here so you're slutty friend can't claim I did something when I didn't!'
"That so?" Sophia purrs before she laughs a deep, throaty laugh. "Mmm, papi, you don't even know. I like my men to be rough with me…" she purrs but doesn't try to feel me up so I roll my eyes and hand her a plate, keeping some distance between us as a barrier of sorts.
"I'm not your man, I'm Mia's and Letty's." I say to her and cringe at myself. 'What the hell are you talking like this for, Brian?'
"Si, Si…It's nice to see Leticia found a man loyal to her finally…Dominic wouldn't have hesitated even for a moment if I offered him this sexy culo." Sophia says to me as she stands up and smacks her bubble butt making it ripple underneath her stretchy summer patterned body-con dress.
"You always like this?" I ask her and she chuckles huskily.
"Only when I hear there's a tall glass of milk, who fixes cars and looks like he models for tactical gear catalogs." She says to me with a wink and continues. "You look like trouble in all the right ways, mangón."
I smile awkwardly, and grab out a slice of pie. "Well…you're right I am… trouble."
"Then maybe you need someone who knows how to handle that. You ever had Cuban coffee, chico? Real Cuban coffee? One little shot and it keeps you up all night." Her voice drops half an octave, thick with implication.
I chuckle at that, "I have two Latinas who keep me up all night…I don't need a Cubana as well…that's…a lot of caffeine."
"Oh, baby," she hums, dragging a perfectly manicured nail along her collarbone, "I ain't talking about coffee anymore."
I can't help but laugh and feel embarrassed for this woman right now.
'Fucking kill me now!' I internally curse, and feel a bit of relief when I hear the bathroom door swing open and Mia's voice calls out.
"Brian, did you pick up that stuff we asked you too?"
"Yup, I'll go grab it out of the car!" I holler back to her, Sophia leans back, grinning like a cat who almost caught her canary.
"Mmm…next time, papi," she murmurs in Spanish, voice like velvet dipped in tequila. "Cuban mami's patient."
I leave the living area and enter the Garage Bay feeling a little sad for the woman who seems to have zero dignity.
'I don't mind the innuendos or the view but…come on I don't go around copping a feel of everyone I find attractive that shit just ain't right.' I express as I start pulling the bags of things Letty and Mia asked for out of my inventory.
Rejoining the girls plus Sophia I find them making mint Mojito's and dancing to some Latin music, while eating dinner.
"Come on Mi Amor, dance with us!" Letty calls out a wide happy smile on her face as she and Sophia shake it together. I go over and join them, my hands sliding up and down Letty's body drawing moans out of her.
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Hauler – Later That Night
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Sophia's a few mojitos past flirty and drifting into "slurring her own accent territory." She's sloppily sitting on one of the recliners now, laughing at her own joke about spark plugs being "Like Cuban men short, hot, and always making sparks."
Letty looks at me and smacks her palm to her forehead as Mia giggles, at Sophia's antics and compares me to a fire that never goes out.
I roll my eyes and I smirk as Letty leans into me, "Sorry about bringing Sophia here…I know she's a little much but she's my cousin and had news about Dom and.." I lean in and shut Letty up with a soft kiss against her lips.
"It's fine babe…she takes some getting used to but it was nice to see you and Mia so happy tonight after everything that's happened lately."
"We're happy with you Brian house's and things can be replaced you can't." Letty murmurs against my lips a soft smile on her lips, I blink away a bit of moisture in my eyes from dust and not the relief at hearing Letty say that to me.
"I think I should get her to a bunk…that chair is no place to sleep." I say and Letty nods with a slight giggle slipping out of her.
"Careful or she'll have you out of your jeans and inside of her before you can even think of what to do." Letty snickers and Mia giggles, while Sophia's head lolls to the side.
I carefully scoop Sophia up out of the chair without jarring her too much.
"Alright, killer. Come on, time to sleep it off." I tease as she fights her own heavy eyelids.
"Ohh… Briancito…eres tan fuerte." She murmurs sleepily while rubbing my bicep. "Why do you smell soo good and like broken hearts?"
"Because I'm a hottie with a past of commitment issues…except I'm cured now." I say with a cocky grin, as I carry her to one of the unused bunks. "Let's get you to bed, and I don't mean that in any way your telenovela brain wants it to mean."
She hums, and nuzzles her cheek against me as I lay her down gently in the bunk. "So cold, papi…"
I chuckle as I pull the curtain shut around her bunk, I hear Letty's voice behind me.
"Well well," she drawls, "look at Saint Brian over here, gently laying the vixen to bed."
I turn around and wrap my arms around Letty's waist completely unbothered by her teasing. "She needed to sleep it off, not a hard pounding." I tease right back.
Mia snorts, arms folded over her chest. "That's exactly what a man with options would say."
Letty guides us over to Mia and then sidles up beside Mia, both of them grinning at me like they're Cheshire cats, clearly having fun at my expense. "You sure she didn't try to break you in like a fresh set of coilovers?"
"She tried," I admit, brushing a hand through my hair and heading toward the fridge. "But I don't throw myself at every set of nice tits and ass anymore."
"Ooooh," Mia coos, following me with an exaggerated sway to her hips. "Mr. Committed. Mr. Too-good-for-Cuban-coffee." I roll my eyes at that, Mia is awfully cute when she's drunk in an annoyingly raunchy and adorable way.
I open a bottle of soda pop and take a long sip before smirking over the cap. "Nah. I just already got the good stuff at home."
Letty raises a brow. "Smooth."
"Yeah, and we approve," Mia says, walking right up to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "But you know if you ever say something like 'she's got nothing on you two'...we're still gonna make fun of you."
"Mercilessly," Letty adds, planting a kiss on the other cheek.
I shrug with a grin. "That's fair."
They both lean into me, one on each shoulder, and Mia speaks softly, "You're ours, Brian…we're the ones that you come home to just don't forget that."
"I won't" I say honestly and tilt my head to place a kiss on top of her head.
"Good." Mia says happily.
"Now…how is she related to you guys?"
"Oh she's Letty's cousin." Mia offers happily and Letty coughs.
"Jesus Letty your cousin was trying to get in my pants the whole time you guys were in the bathroom, stroking my thighs, my arms rubbing her hand over my groin." I complain in an exaggerated manner which only serves to make Letty laugh and Mia flush.
"I-I'm gonna go put stuff away and head to bed…Letty you tell him!" Mia squeaks out and jumps up from us and Letty leads me over to the couch and pushes me onto it, and proceeds to shimmy her tight jeans off and the panties go with them, before she's straddling my lap.
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A bit of smut from here down.
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'Damn…she's so wet…did dancing earlier make her this horny?'
"So what is Mia avoiding telling me…herself?" I ask Letty as she reaches down and undoes my jeans.
And starts grinding herself against as she leans down against my chest, her arms wrapping around my neck.
"Mia-haa, is embarrassed to-hmm-admit-ohh fuck!" Letty cries out as she slides a little too far back that my cock slips into her the next time she rolls her hips forward.
I put my hands behind my head and let Letty set the pace, "Embarrassed about what?"
"Th-that-mmm-fuck Papi, that she's okay with-nghaa and wants you to fu-fu-fuck other women!" Letty moans and I'm shocked.
'Letty I kinda understood…I mean they fight and bicker like siblings and sometimes they hog me to themselves…but they're exceedingly co-dependent on one another.' I express and feel like this might be a setup, and feel like I have it good enough already with Mia and Letty in my lives.
"A-a-ask Mia later…" Letty groans and continues to slowly ride me, it's slow love making…it's not really quite to the level of sex but it's extremely intimate on an emotional level that ends in a mutual orgasm and a creampie…as well as some couch snuggling.