Streams and Schemes

by Rebecca Kinkade

“Don’t touch her. If you put your hands on her one more time, I’ll rip them off and then sue you for getting blood on my suit. Am I fucking clear?”

She’s smiling at me. And she’s so unbelievably beautiful.

She says my name again. Those six letters have never sounded better.

Nobody speaks until Lander looks right at me, clears his throat, and asks, “You good, baby?”

that baby wpuld make me fold immediately

A job well done, if I do say so myself: I got to kiss Valeria and I won a figurative dick-measuring contest against someone who pissed off my girl. Yes—my fucking girl.

Damn. If I had known getting this girl would require Spanish fluency and regular cardio, I would have started training months ago.

His kiss is transcendent, like he’s trying to convey a thousand divine things with his tongue because the only alternative—stopping to say them—would be unbearable.

I face her, but I can’t answer. I’m borderline catatonic, stuck in a tit-induced stupor.

“It can be totally normal. You’re my neighbor, I’m your neighbor, and we can easily overlook…oh fuck, I let you finish inside of me…” “Thank you, by the way.” “Not helping!”

lmao

I’ve never been a man who asks. I’m a man who makes shit happen. I’m a man who sets his sights on something and does whatever it takes to get what he wants. And yet something about this woman has me casting off my pride and practically begging, “Will you fuck me, Valeria?”

“It is,” I agree. “But just because I’m a hypocrite doesn’t mean I’m going to break my rule.” “Fine,” he decides. “Give me three minutes and I’ll quit my job. Then we can go out. Do you like Ethiopian? I know a good spot in Adams Morgan.”

“I’m taking it. Obviously, charm is getting me nowhere, so I’m going to change tacks and be straight with you: I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, you fuck like a goddess, and even though I’m a big fan of Aurora Amada, I might be a bigger fan of Valeria Fuentes. You obviously do whatever the hell you want, and you own it. I want to get to know you. I need to get to know you. Will you let me?”

I was thinking of you, Valeria. Imagining it was you. Wanting it to be you. And all my best shit? I’ve been saving it for you.”

Women bleed every month and literally grow babies in our bodies. There’s no reason we can’t fight like Kodiak bears and fuck like Valkyries.

“So I’m allowed to come inside of you, but I can’t come in your condo?”

But you told me you don’t like people telling you what to do, and I don’t either. I want you, Valeria. I’m going to keep wanting you.”

“You’re going to keep hitting on me? You’re going to keep trying to seduce me as if you don’t have a thousand more important things to do with your time?” “Sure am. You look so fucking beautiful today, by the way.”

Once Valeria finishes her stream, she goes to sleep. My mind turns. I download Duolingo and spend the next ninety minutes learning Spanish. Soy abogado.

PLS

“Down one friend. Thanks. Do you seriously have it so bad that you had to ruin my night out?” “I do,” he confirms unflinchingly. “Can you blame me? Look at you. You look so fucking good tonight.”

“Because I want you,” he answers, closing some of the gap between us. “Desperately. Obsessively. Direly. You’re the most stunning and infuriating person I’ve ever met, and fifteen minutes be damned, I’ve never had a better fuck in my entire life. That’s why I want to talk to you.”

“Anything. I’d give you literally anything

Valeria’s luscious thighs clamp my head so tightly, my ears are ringing, but at this point she could crush my skull and I’d be fine with it. I mean, hey—if it happens, I died doing what I love.

Then it’s just me staring down at her lush, naked body, and something becomes immediately and abundantly clear: I’m never, ever going to get over this woman. She may break my heart, disappear from my life, and fundamentally destroy me, but I’ll never forget seeing her naked in real life for the first time.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby. Holy fuck, look at you taking it. So good. Such a good girl for me. Such a tight, perfect throat.”

“Hold that cum in your mouth, beautiful girl. You beautiful, dirty girl.”

“Well, I can’t move on. I want you so bad that I don’t sleep at night, which is completely self-destructive because I only have, like, a four-hour

window to sleep most nights. It’s killing me. I’m falling apart. But I’m not giving up because I’m positive I could make you happy. Disgustingly, astonishingly happy

“If you’re bad, you’re going to get fucked when you’re asleep. When you can’t enjoy it.”

“Feel that?” I question, refusing to stop moving. “Feel that inside of you? Cum everywhere, baby. I want you covered in it, inside and out.”

“You’re a revelation,” he declares before he kisses me again.

The third, Tuesday night: a tin of homemade Mexican wedding cookies with a note composed in rough (but greatly appreciated) Spanish: Every day is better with you

exhale lowly. “You’ve got it that bad?” “Whatever you’re assuming, I’ve got it much worse, I assure you.”

There’s so much love inside you, Lander.

Once we’re done, my priority is holding her while she tells me I make her feel wanted. My second priority is memorizing every millisecond of the evening.

“You don’t let anyone else see this,” she murmurs, dragging her fingertip over my heart. She traces the letters of her name on my skin. I melt. I die. I die very, very happy.

She’s uniquely and undeniably mine. Nobody insults what’s mine.

My skin could burn with want. I’m hot and anxious, eager to put her on her knees and punish her, but equally tempted to unwind her and show her how she’s the most precious thing in my life right now.

Scary and sweet. An ambitious lawyer and a charming oddball.

Let me be abundantly fucking clear: I want all of you, including this.”

He kisses my lips. “Who fucks you, Valeria?” “You do. Only you.” My voice is dreamy and thick. “You’re my girl,” he confirms. “I’m going to fuck every inch of you.”

I think my life so far has been building up to my relationship with Valeria. Every awful thing I endured, every hardship I weathered, was the universe’s way of telling me I’d be rewarded one day.

“Every fucking night,” he continues, pushing the dildo back into me. “I think about this every night. When you’re under me. On top of me. When you’re sleeping next to me.” He thrusts fully with his cock, heightening the pressure once more. “You’re everything to me, baby.”

thought I could have this with a man—a connection so intimate and trusting, so unbelievably all-consuming. For a long time, the thought of ever giving myself fully to a man felt destructive. Now, it feels like home.

“I meant it then, I mean it now, and I’ll mean it for the rest of my life. I’m yours. All you have to do is ask.”

No puedo vivir sin ti. No quiero vivir sin ti.”