Page 37 of Sucker Punch Drunk Love

“Well, if I had swiped right, I’d probably be getting laid by now.”

“Okay, Medina. Keep fucking around, and I won’t set up your next match,” I teased.

“So, you have one?” she wondered.

“Maybe. How do we feel about Kansas City?”

“Would we be driving?”

“Hell no,”I huffed. “Learned my lesson with that one. But Columbus has got eyes on you. Negotiated a better travel and hotel budget. That means no interrupted sleep with all that damn snoring?—”

“Shut up!” as she pushed me away. Had to limit the times waking up to her pleasing herself. I tried hard to forget it, butdamn, a man could only push it to the back of his mind for so long.

“¿Divertiédote?*?” Laz approached.

“Wow, genial este lugar.?*”

“¿Vas a la festividad de barrio?*?”

“¿Festividad de barrio?*?” Asking for clarification since it had been so long since I'd been to one. Once confirmed, I took my wallet out to pay, Sierra curious to know where our conversation went.

“Nah, he just said there was a block party in walking distance. For all that I ate, I feel like sweating this shit off, you down?”

“Why not? Even if it’s just for a little bit,” she agreed, as I took care of the check and met her outside.

The walk there had been nothing short of honking cars, and dudes slowing down to ask “that you?”, that it was a relief to finally hear the familiar music in the distance.

I was originally from the neighborhood, so it stood within reason that even if I didn’t recognize faces, people recognized me but it was a lot more relaxed than an event or red-carpet setting. In my old neighborhood, I didn’t turn down selfie offers but I was grateful it didn’t happen a lot because that shit was exhausting.

“Hey, is that La Loba?*?” a group of teenagers crowded over Sierra, as she was inviting, but vastly unprepared for people recognizing her, putting a smile on her face with her howling crowd cheer.

“That your girl?” A stranger asked, as I quickly corrected them by dismissing that she was my fighter, and that she was high off a win.

“Girl’s in a celebrating mood, so let’s show her how it’s done in Jersey.” When the crowd finally let her go, I treated her topiraguas?*, watching her face distort as she sampled my parcha?* flavored one.

Once we got closer to heavy music playing, it was hard not to lose yourself to the rhythm. I didn’t fight it when Sierra pulled me in, reminding me of a time when I’d been mesmerized by those curves. This woman’s hips did not lie, swaying and circling to the sounds of Mr. Vegas, Notch, Bad Bunny and a whole lot of other classics from my era.

I was humbled that she adapted so well, because she wasn’t even as old as some of these songs. But she was getting me worked up and last thing I needed was evidence that her body did something to me.

“Easy, mami,” taking control of her hips, so she would slow down. “Cógelo suave?*.” Following my lead, I took control of her hips to slow her down. I’d never let myself get carried away like this, but it was hard, because she was willingly grinding up against me, practically fucking me on the dance floor.

It was almost a bit of relief when we decided to call it and head back to the car, having had our fun. “Thank you for tonight,” she beamed from the passenger seat.

“Don’t mention it,” I made the mistake of squeezing her thigh. It hadn’t seemed to bother her, but I made a mental note to keep my hands to myself for the rest of the car ride back. Opening her car door for her, she galloped up the stairs, forcing me to look away so I didn’t have the image of her perfect ass etched into my memory.

A random thought popped into my head, and it gave me a moment to refocus, as I thought twice about whether to share it or not. Hanging my jacket on the corner of the couch, without much context, I admitted “Ahh Real Monsters.”

“What?” she asked, rightfully confused.

“A cartoon I could binge all day isAhh Real Monsters. Came out when I was a kid. Around the time that I…” as admitting thattruth from my childhood had felt like a one-time deal. It didn’t even seem worth repeating it again, so I choose not to.

“I just likeAhh Real Monsters. And if you expect me to repeat it, I'll fucking deny it. So, don't ask me again,” I asserted, as with very little warning, she pulled me down to her height and kissed me.

A slave to my desire, I didn’t push her away, because she smelled just as good, tasted just as good,feltjust as good as I imagined she would. With kisses sweet as honey, I devoured her lips with a hunger that wouldn’t be satiated until I mounted her on this couch and took my time getting her to make those sounds I couldn’t get out my head.

She was here, she was mine, ripe for the taking. But…I just couldn’t. Lines would blur to the point neither one of us would think clearly. More than anything, I wanted to tattoo my name all over her body, with kisses, with pleasure, that she wouldn’t be able to think straight, or even consider anyone after me.

But that was my dick talking. She was my fighter. My mentee. We were high on the lust of each other, but she was vulnerable in this moment. If we crossed this line, we couldn’t be able to take it back. We had come so far, worked so hard, that if I gave in, even though Ireallywanted to, it might affect our working relationship forever, and I didn’t need post-nut clarity to see that. Even though it sucked, I had to be the one to hold back. “Ma?—”