Page 61 of Resilient Love

I pull off on the shoulder of the empty road, nothing but farmland and the occasional car for miles.

She doesn’t even have the acumen to ask me what we’re doing. No, she just rolls down her window, tosses what’s left of the cone out of it, and turns back to me, her finger pressing down on the button, rolling it back up as she smirks at me.

I unbuckle each of us before grabbing her around the waist and hauling her over the centre console and into the back seat. I climb over it next, my wide shoulders and long legs making the task nearly impossible, but Elise is already scrambling to get her shorts and underwear off, giving me the perfect incentive to hurry up.

“You should know better, Elise,” I tell her, pinning her with a glare as I manoeuvre around the backseat, releasing my cock from my gym shorts and rolling on a condom from my wallet.

“Know better than to what, Coach?” Her face is a mask of innocence. Emphasis on the word“mask.”

“Than to call meoldor to taunt me into wrecking you and this sweet cunt of yours. All you have to do is ask,” I remind her as I climb over, positioning myself at her entrance.

She bats her lashes at me, those blue eyes churning with mischief. “I’m sorry,” she says, running her hands up my chest and bringing her lips to my ear, “will youpleasewreck my pussy, Rafa?”

A groan slips past my lips, and all restraint is long gone as I plunge into her tight cunt. She squeezes around me, and tingles trail down my spine as she moans, clawing at my back.

I pump my hips against hers, balancing a hand above her head. “God, I wish I could choke you right now,” I admit, my fingertips itching to wrap around her throat.

“Then do it,” she pants.

I shake my head. “Not enough room, and I’d break your fucking neck if I did at this angle,” I grunt as she rolls her hips.

“I’d offer to get on top, but I’m already close,” she admits, her chest heaving as she squirms beneath me.

“Oh, fuck me.” I moan, resting my weight on her and burying my face in her neck as my balls tighten and her pussy spasms.

“Yes!” she shouts. “Oh, fuck, yes, Rafa, please,” she cries out, winding her legs around my waist and clamping her thighs down on my hips. Her nails dig into my back; the bite of her clawing at my flesh has me tumbling quickly over the edge with her.

We lose ourselves in each other, and when we’re both sated,for now anyway,I press a kiss to her neck, smiling against her skin.

“Hey, Rafa?” she asks.

I clear my throat. “Mhmm?”

“Thanks for the ice cream,” she says, but hidden within her whispered words is an entirely different meaning, one that has my heart clenching in my chest.

“You’re welcome,mi vida.”

I lift up off of her, ready to get us home, but when I look up, a scream rips from my throat. “Ahh! What the fuck?!” I shout, hitting my head on the roof as Elise rushes to sit up, her head swinging to where my eyes are.

Hers grow to the size of saucers as she stares at the big brown eyes looking back at us. Afucking cowis peering through our window. Its moist black nose is pressed against the glass as it chews the grass hanging out of its mouth.

“I hope you got a good show, perv,” I tell the cow, and a startled laugh finally breaks free from her lips, and mine follows suit.

I shake myself out, smiling as I help her over the console and back into her seat before I get out of the car, opting to get back in the driver's seat the easier way.

“Alright, trouble, let’s get you home,” I say, resting my hand on her thigh.

She relaxes into her seat, humming along to the song now playing through my speakers.

I was reluctant to leave Elise at her place, but I have a game in the morning, and I recognise that it’s easier this way. Doesn’t mean I like it anymore though. I’ve rapidly grown to adore having her beside me at night, and the rate that my soul has begun to crave her is alarming.

Despite knowing that, it still makes it nearly impossible to fall asleep, missing her.

It’s just before midnight here, which means it’s eight at night in Argentina, so I pick up the phone and call Carlos.

“Che, hermano,” he says, answering on the third ring.

“Che,Carlos,qué anduviste haciendo?” I ask.

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