Sangre De Toro (Old Draft - Now Published!)

Chapter 13 - A New Arrival

CW: This chapter contains a sex scene. Does it work? Looking for opinions on whether I should keep it in.

'Here you are, dulcito. Look what we got for you.' Rita and Alfonso tipped the huge sack of food pellets from the agricultural supermarket, too heavy for one person on their own, into the metal trough standing in the living room.

'What's happening about your friend?' Alfonso absent-mindedly arranged carrots and courgettes on top of the pellet pile in an octagonal pattern. 

Rita wished she could laugh but her anxiety was rising. 'He's not in a good place. That hostel is dangerous...he was late into work today because one of the other guests recognised and threatened him with a knife. The guy's been charged, but still. I'm his best friend...'

'Look, he's always got my back. We've saved each other's lives. I think he will be OK with...all this,' she added, gesturing to Pepelito. Inwardly, she wasn't sure at all. Two million Euros was a lot of money, and Dominguez was in a tight spot –

No. He wouldn't. She hated herself for even thinking that way.

'Shit. Poor guy. I won't say I'm not worried but if you're absolutely sure.'

'Honestly, I'm not, but I'm not having my best mate stay in that shithole any longer.' She tried to ignore her anxiety as they watched Pepelito eating.

'That'll take him a good half an hour. Enough time for sex.' As soon as the words were out Rita mentally kicked herself. Really? The following pause seemed to last a million years. He was still grieving. They'd agreed to take things slow. No way would he –

'Yeah. I'd like that.' Alfonso hugged her. She gasped in shock.

'You sure?'

'I think so. Are you?'

'Yeah.'

Walking with Alfonso into her bedroom and shutting the door, Rita felt anxious, but desperate and hungry for him; a feeling she'd almost forgotten. She suddenly felt young and adventurous again. 'I'll barricade the door with the dresser so he can't come in.'

'Honestly, let's not bother, let's just do it now,' Alfonso said, unbuckling his trousers and reaching under Rita's top to get off her bra. He pulled her onto the bed. It creaked loudly as he kissed her. They explored each other's mouths. Rita's nipples grew firm as Alfonso took them in his fingers. He relaxed onto the bed and she sat on him. Her face flushed as she grew wet with desire. Their breathing got louder and more rhythmic; she leaned forward, kissing him again, pushing down his trousers. He felt hard underneath her touch.

'Where did you get this bed?' he whispered. 'It's so sturdy. Amazing he didn't completely break it.'

Rita burst out laughing. She grabbed his hand, kissed it so hard she almost bit him.

'Well, I'm worried about my other furniture.'

Alfonso laughed, holding her tight around the hips. 'I'd better stay the night, then.' 

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Pepelito lay in the living room the following day, trying to mentally place himself in a field full of grass. From the street outside, he heard a man saying, 'Guess you're off the case now, Rita?'

'Yeah. Guess I am.'

'I forgot what an arrogant arsehole that guy is, his big shot lawyer too, saying every question is 'unacceptable'. Though, my gut is he didn't do it. Doubt he could kill her, bring her back and clean up that well in between giving TV interviews and yelling at us on the phone.' The man's voice drew closer. Pepelito had heard it once before.