We’re so pleased to have author Santino Hassell visiting today on the tour for his latest release in the Five Boroughs -verse, Citywide. Santino has written a ficlet exclusively for the tour, and we have Part Two to share with you today, as well as a giveaway, so be sure to check out those details below.
The Rodriguez Wedding, Steph’s Perspective, Part 2
(Part 1 available HERE.)
Timeline: During the Interborough epilogue
Stephanie + Angel
“It was you who told me to stop hitting you up.”
I looked away, face burning. Everything in me wanted to deny deny deny, but he was right. I had.
“In fact,” Angel went on. “Your exact words were If we’re not sleeping together, there’s no need for you to text me so much. Right?”
I shrugged. “And?”
“And that’s my whole point. That’s the whole reason why I didn’t want to tell anyone to begin with. Because at the end of the day, you weren’t really in it for any reason other than the fun. Which is cool for someone else, but not for me. Everyone knows that I—“
I raised an eyebrow, clenching the edge of the counter tighter. “That you what?”
He’d flushed by now, nostrils flaring but continued looking me directly in the face. “Doesn’t matter. The point is that I wasn’t trying to just become the person temporarily having fun with you before it turned to drama or got boring and then you moved on. ‘Cause that’s what you do, and you know it.”
My eyes widened and anger lashed through me. “I wasn’t serious? Really? That’s what you’re going with?”
“That’s what I’ve always been going with.”
My voice went from low and mocking to max volume with zero transition. “That’s bullshit, Angel. Just because I’m not sweating you constantly and falling all over myself trying to get you to take me out—“
“No one even said—“
“—on dates, doesn’t mean I wasn’t serious. If you want to sleep with someone who texts you selfies for a good morning and heart emojis, I suggest you move on to the next bitch because I am not the one.” I shoved my finger into his chest and prodded hard. “The same Stephanie you watch the fights with when we’re with our friends is the same Stephanie you were sleeping with. There are no bonus parts and glitter showers just because you can make me come. If that’s what you wanted—“
“I never even said that,” he yelled. “Holy shit, you’re ridiculous. How fucking hard is it to understand that I was embarrassed of how obviously jealous I am any time anyone looked at you or spoke to you and it was affecting my own friendships.” Angel looked like he was going to explode from frustration, face steadily reddening and body held tight with tension.
“I’m gonna walk out now.” Angel’s gaze skewing to the mirror behind me. “Because you’re pissing me off, and that’s not why I followed you.”
“Then why did you follow me?”
Angel looked at me again. “Because Tonya told me you were upset, and because you look so gorgeous today that I can’t keep my eyes off you, and I wanted to tell you to your face.”
The edge of the counter bit into my palms, but I kept clinging to it like it was the only thing keeping me upright. Why had Tonya sent him after me? And why did he have to be this way? Frustrating and blind but yet sweet and honest and sexy all at once.
“So tell me,” I croaked.
He lifted his chin and gazed down at me. “For the first fucking time, ever, when you walked into the room all I did was focus on you. Not the other people looking at you. Not whoever was trying to make a move on you. No territorial jealous bullshit.” Angel shook his head slowly. “All I saw was you looking like a goddess, and all I could think about was running my hands through your hair while lifting up that dress.”
My heart sped, and the anger that had briefly warmed me transformed into lust that boiled my blood.
“So, then do i—“
Angel closed the space between us. His mouth was against mine before I could finish the sentence. Groaning, I slanted my mouth as his tongue slid between my lips, searching and twining with my own as his fingers found their way into my hair.
As always with us, it went from zero to one hundred. Arguing or ignoring each other to ripping at each other’s clothes with barely any transition in between. It was as though all the time we spent waiting and pretending and ignoring built up and exploded into a warp speed burst towards fucking as fast and hard as we could.
Angel lifted me onto the edge of the counter with my thighs spread on either side of him and the hem of my dress hiked up around my waist. Moaning, I went for his belt, undoing the buckle and ripping out the tongue so I could get his pants open. We were still kissing each other like it would be the last time once his slacks sagged around his hips. We broke away for the first time when I tugged the band of his underwear down to free his dick, and enjoyed the ragged moan he released once my fingers were around it.
“Fuck, I missed your hands,” he whispered.
I panted against the side of his face, jerking him between our bodies as his hand fisted in my hair. “What else did you miss?”
His breath hitched. He flicked his tongue out to touch my lower lip. “The taste of your kisses.”
Shivering, I eased my hand away from him and leaned back with my palms planted on the counter. He took the cue, sliding his hands up my thighs to yank my underwear to the side. His fingertips dragged along my slit, and his breath hissed out.
“I missed how fucking wet your pussy gets.”
I groaned and spread my thighs wider. “I missed your filthy mouth.”
“And I missed yours, nena.” Angel reached down again, grabbing his shaft and tapping the head of his dick against my clit. “Tell me what you want.”
I tilted my head back, arching my back and grinding myself against his erection. Reasonably, I knew how this would look if anyone walked in. Michael’s family could walk in. Angel’s family could. Or the fam of any of our friends. A random guest. The priest. They’d get an eyeful and an earful because the more he teased me, the wetter I got, and the damp slapping was loud in the quiet bathroom.
“I want to rub my clit while you fuck me,” I whispered. “And I want to come so hard they’ll hear me over the music.”
Angel groaned this time, his deep voice filling the small room. He stopped rubbing against me to rip his wallet from his back pocket, yanking out a condom with hands that were too rough and impatient. A little thrill went through me to realize it was the same neon foiled condom I’d jokingly bought for him at the sex shop months ago. He hadn’t used it with anyone else. Maybe he’d been waiting for me.
Once he was rubbered, he slid into me with one deep thrust. His fingers tightened on my thighs, fingertips digging in and holding them open while I slumped back against the mirror. I slid my hand down to touch myself as he fucked me, slow at first and then faster until the wet sound of my fingers and his dick moving inside me grew louder.
My mouth dropped opened, eyes falling nearly shut. It had been two months since he’d touched me, since I’d heard his low hoarse groans and gazed into his heated eyes as our bodies joined, and I was so turned on that I forgot where I was.
Heavy breathing turned to moaning, and then our voices were echoing in the bathroom and bouncing off the walls. My toes curled when I came, thighs trembling while he drove into me with increasingly wild thrusts. It was almost too much for how wrecked I felt, but his ragged groans completely captivated me. I barely noticed when Ashton walked in, froze with wide eyes and a wicked smile, and wheeled away just after Angel came with a hoarse shout.
A laugh bubbled up in my throat as Ashton dashed off.
Angel slumped against me, breathing hard.
“The fuck you laughing at?”
“We briefly had company.”
I expected him to tense up and irritation to cross his flushed face, but he just rolled his eyes and leaned in for a kiss. It was sweet, almost chaste, and utterly unlike the messy quickie we’d just had. My dress was twisted around my torso and my underwear were soaked.
“You don’t care that someone saw us?” I asked as he pulled out of me and removed the condom. “Not… embarrassed?”
Angel scoffed and tossed the condom. He fixed his clothes and looked at me through his disheveled hair. “I’m over that, nena. The only people I’m worried about right now are me and you.”
I scooted to the edge of the counter and slid to my feet, fixing my clothes. Everything was just wrinkled and damp enough for me to feel like a mess, but my body was still warm and tingly so it was worth it.
Angel graced me with one of his impatient side eyes and drew me closer to him. “I’m sure. One hundred percent positive. I don’t care who knows what.”
Part of me was still wary, but if I knew one thing about Angel it was that he was honest to a fault. If he said he was done, he was done.
“What would they care about?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is this a one-time bathroom quickie?”
“Do you want it to be?” Angel ran his hand over my hair, smoothing it away from my face. “Or you want to come home with me after this?”
My heart thumped, and hope shot through me so intensely that it was almost annoying. I’d told myself this wouldn’t work out, to be done with him, and yet the idea of having him back in my life left me smiling. I tried to tone it down, and pushed his shoulder.
“How about you come home with me?”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “Whatever you want to do, Stephanie. And I’ll do it.”
“Good.” Winking, I stepped around him and headed for the door. “I’ll keep that in mind when we’re going through my toy chest.”
Angel followed me with a muttered commen.
And to read the follow-up novella where Stephanie and Angel get their happily ever after, order CITYWIDE now!
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In Rerouted, Chris Mendez is trying to live a drama-free life. That doesn’t include another threesome with Jace and Aiden Fairbairn. But then a citywide blackout leaves them trapped together, and Chris is forced to re-examine everything he thought he knew about relationships and his own heart.
In Gridlocked, former Marine Tonya Maldonado is keeping real estate heiress Meredith Stone on permanent ignore. Mere isn’t Tonya’s type. Not even close. Who cares if she kisses like a dream and has the filthiest mouth this side of the East River? But then a security detail at a summer party ends with her saving Mere’s life and discovering they have more chemistry than she’d ever imagined.
In Derailed, Stephanie Quinones escapes the heat and her complicated love life by going on a company retreat. Trouble is, it’s a couples’ retreat, and she lied about having a boyfriend. Unfortunately, the only person willing to play pretend is her on-again/off-again fling, Angel León. They’re currently “off again,” but after a week in the woods, Stephanie realizes she wouldn’t mind them being permanently on.
About the Five Boroughs Universe
New York City—home of soaring skyscrapers, concrete boulevards, and the hopes and dreams of millions. A city where opposites attract and romance is found in unlikely places. From the glittering penthouses of Manhattan to the blue collar neighborhoods of Queens, values get tested, cultures clash, and connections made. Men of diverse backgrounds examine their lives, test their sexual boundaries, and seek success in an unforgiving urban landscape that moves fast and stops for no one. Despite the odds, there’s love to be found in the five boroughs as long as they’re willing to work for it.
About the Author
Santino Hassell was raised by a conservative family but grew up to be a smart-mouthed, school cutting grunge kid, a transient twenty-something, and eventually transformed into a grumpy introvert and unlikely romance author with an affinity for baseball caps. His novels are heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, and his desire to write relationships fueled by intensity and passion.
He’s been a finalist in both the Bisexual Book Awards and the EPIC Awards, and was nominated for a prestigious RITA award in 2017. His work has been featured in BuzzFeed, Huffington Post, Washington Post, RT Magazine, and Cosmopolitan Magazine.
To celebrate the release of Citywide, one lucky winner will receive a $10 Riptide gift card! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on November 18, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!