Ainsley figured that maybe if she occupied herself with work, things would get better. Maybe Felicia just needed to get it out of her system. Every teenager was bound to go through their exploration phase at one point in their lives – drinking, trying a cigarette, maybe even getting high – it was just bound to happen. It was human nature to be curious and explore taboo things. But Felicia’s intensions weren’t right. She wasn’t just experimenting; she was trying to escape.

The bakery was slow. There was the usual morning rush and an occasional order of a cake or cupcakes for a birthday, but nothing that gave Ainsley the chance to really immerse herself into her work and forget about everything that was weighing on her mind. Maybe Ainsley didn’t know Felicia as well as she thought. For a while, everything was perfect. Felicia had become part of Ainsley’s own little family with Jaime, Malorie, and the best of the boys. Everything was fun and fluid. Life was fantastic. But then everything started to slowly derail.

The stress was evident on Ainsley’s face as she counted the inventory in the freezer in the back of the bakery. Ken walked in, tapping lightly on the door to get Ainsley’s attention. “Hey,” he said, but stopped whatever he was going to say when Ainsley turned around. “Woah, are you okay? You look like hell.”

Ainsley rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks Kenny, you look great, too.”

“No. Oh man, I’m sorry. You look fine, just really tired or something. Is everything good?”

Ainsley wanted to lie and say that things were fine, but she couldn’t hold back anymore. Felicia’s actions were really worrying her, there was no way that she could just wait this out: a phase this destructive would turn into a lifestyle. “Has Felicia said anything to you lately? Anything weird or maybe alarming?”

“If this is about what happened before, I swear I didn’t-“

“No, this isn’t about that, necessarily. She’s just been really rebellious lately and things are tense.” Ainsley felt bad for dropping all of this on a teenage boy, but maybe he could give her some insight.

Kenny furrowed his eyebrows. “Well, no, she hasn’t said anything. I haven’t even really talked to her much since that night. I tried to ask her if she was okay and figured she was just embarrassed about everything, but then I heard from Julie that she only wanted to hook up with me. Apparently I’m too much of a nice guy and she just wants to fuck.” Kenny quickly covered his mouth after cursing, but Ainsley didn’t even flinch at his words. She was used to the language after hanging out with Malorie back in high school and then meeting Casey and the rest of the guys only added to it.

“Who’s Julie?” Ainsley asked, trying to more accurately piece the story together.

Kenny shrugged. “I don’t really know her, but she and Felicia seem to be all buddy-buddy just recently. Julie is kind of sketchy, though. She’s a bitch, too. It’s like she has Felicia under some spell. At first, things were fine with Felicia. I thought she actually liked me, but then we didn’t talk for like a week and then she randomly asked me to come over and hang out and that’s when things became totally different.

“After that night that Felicia took those pills, she backed off. Then I heard that Julie was going to be throwing a party and I knew Felicia would be there, so I went to try and talk to her and it was in this super shitty part of town. Really ghetto. Felicia was in Julie’s room and when I tried to go in, Julie was there standing guard. She was like ‘you really think she liked you? She just needed an easy lay. You’re too nice for her. You’re boring. She just wants a good fuck.’ And like I couldn’t even see Felicia. She was talking for her and then before I could try and see Felicia again, the cops closed the party down.”

Ainsley was in pure shock at this information. Whoever this Julie person was, she was definitely bad news. “What do I do?” Ainsley asked out loud, more to herself than to Ken.

“I think you should look at Felicia’s tumblr. She’s always posting pictures and stuff on there.”

“I don’t know. I’m not really the kind of person to snoop.”

Kenny shrugged. “Well, it’s on a public blog, not like she’s keeping that stuff a secret.” The bell chimed from over the door of the bakery and Kenny quickly turned to go check up on whoever had entered. Before he completely disappeared, he turned back around. “Oh, before I forget, I came in here to tell you that there was an email about the franchise owners collecting the security tapes tomorrow. I guess there’s some inspection going on or something.”

Ainsley furrowed her eyebrows. “What security cameras?”

Ken shrugged. “Ask Lindy, she was here when they were installed.” He left again, leaving Ainsley even more confused than before.

-

“Can you just come over?” Ainsley sighed into the phone as she walked through the front door. She kicked her shoes off and set her purse on the kitchen counter that was to her left.

Jaime sighed, sadly, and Ainsley knew that meant that he couldn’t. “You know I want to, babe. But I have to be up early tomorrow morning to head over to my brother’s birthday party at my parent’s house.”

Ainsley didn’t reply. Jaime had mentioned the birthday party before and Ainsley tried to ensure him that he would have a good time and was secretly hoping that he would invite her to go along with him. Did Jaime’s family even know about her? It wasn’t like their relationship was a secret since Jaime was always posting pictures of them together and tagging her on Instagram and twitter. But did he ever actually say anything to them in person or over the phone? Ainsley hardly knew anything about Jaime’s family – she knew that he was born in Mexico but grew up in San Diego, for the most part, and that his family was very big and loving. But there were no other details.

“What are you doing tonight? You don’t work tomorrow, right?”

Ainsley’s spirits immediately lifted. “I have nothing planned. Just a hot date with a bottle or two of wine. And no I don’t work.”

“Oh man, sounds like you’re pretty booked. What a shame…”

“Why?” Ainsley asked, her voice noticeably more cheerful.

Jaime chuckled a bit. “Well, I was going to suggest that maybe you come outside and get in my car.”

Ainsley nearly sprinted to the window beside the front door, pulling down the blinds to look outside. Sure enough, Jaime’s Escalade was parked on the curb, the window rolling down so Ainsley could see him.

“I mean, only if you’re willing to cancel on your hot date.”

“I just found an even hotter one,” Ainsley replied. “Give me a minute. Let me change into something more comfortable.” Ainsley tried her best to sound as sexy and sultry as she possibly could.

“Don’t keep me waiting long,” Jaime replied, sending her a wink from his car before ending the call.

Ainsley quickly darted down the hallway, her mind finally starting to feel at ease and lifted because of Jaime’s spontaneity. They used to be spontaneous all the time: having sex in their cars, having sex in a public restroom, even in a jumping castle at a friend’s party – but lately things have been different and their relationship was starting to feel too comfortable. Being comfortable definitely wasn’t bad, but Ainsley knew all too well that being comfortable could lead to being bored, and the last thing she wanted was to get bored of the person she was falling in love with.

She stared into her closet, trying to decide on whether she was actually going to change into something sexy as her voice and the phrase she used suggested, or if she was actually going to change into something legitimately comfortable. Her yoga pants and frumpy sweatshirt were folded neatly on her dresser, waiting for her to climb into them, but she wanted to keep up with the spontaneity and put on something sexy. Had she ever worn any lingerie with Jaime before? The only lingerie she had was old and from her previous relationship. She dug through her underwear drawer, hoping to find anything that was a step up from her usual undergarments.

Her pinky got wrapped around something in the very back of her drawer and she pulled it forward, revealing a bralette and panty set that still had the tags on. She quickly removed the tag and stripped to change. She put on the strappy bralette and matching underwear and then put her sweater and yoga pants on over it: a combination of comfortable and spontaneous. She grabbed a few essentials, like her phone charger, and a random change of clothes, but didn’t worry too much on packing a big bag since she already had a drawer at Jaime’s house of clothes to wear. She just wanted to make sure she had something nice to wear to the family gathering the next day.

Her phone pinged just as she went to knock on Felicia’s door.

I said not to keep me waiting :(

Ainsley laughed at the text before knocking on Felicia’s door only to find that it wasn’t shut all the way. The door creaked open and her room was empty. Ainsley sighed, figuring that it was no use to try and call her and grabbed her purse and locked up the house before making her way over to Jaime’s waiting car.

“Hey babe,” Jaime greeted, smiling widely. He leaned over and gave Ainsley a sweet kiss. “I didn’t know you were literally going to change into something comfortable,” he commented, giving her a silly pout.

“I worked all day! I want to be in my comfortable clothes,” Ainsley said, giving him a small laugh. “What, you don’t approve?”

“I approve of anything you wear, although I do prefer it when you don’t wear anything at all.”

Ainsley blushed and squirmed in her seat a bit. The sexual tension was starting to fill the car and Ainsley needed Jaime to quickly drive them over to Jaime’s house or else she would have to climb into his lap on the middle of the freeway. “You can’t say those things to me. Not after we haven’t had sex in a while.”

Jaime chuckled. “It’s only been a little over a week,” Jaime commented. He reached out and grabbed rested his hand on her thigh as they made their way down the street.

“Yeah, too long,” Ainsley muttered, placing her hand on top of his.

“Wow, and to think that I used to be the sexual one out of the two of us.”

Ainsley smiled to herself as she thought about her small surprise for Jaime. “You have no idea,” she muttered quietly.

The conversation flowed nicely as Jaime drove them back to his house, his hand never leaving her thigh as he drove. The freeway was pretty empty since it was fairly late at night; only the occasional car driving really slow in the lane farthest from them.

Although things were so normal, Ainsley had only one thing on her mind, and it was sex. The strappy lingerie she was wearing felt so taboo on her body – like it was her very own dirty little secret, like whenever you get a really cute new bra and maybe some matching underwear and wear it under your normal clothes, you feel slightly more confident and sexy because only you know what you’re wearing under the surface. The feeling was empowering and made Ainsley feel incredibly sexy and confident.

“Why are you biting your lip like that?” Jaime asked in the middle of the story he was telling. “What are you thinking about?”

Ainsley quickly released her lip and looked away. “What? Oh, nothing,” she muttered.

Jaime shifted in his seat. “What are you thinking about?”

She didn’t know if she should be blunt and catch his by surprise, or keep the mystery going a bit longer. She decided to just remain silent and wait until they back to Jaime’s house before anything happened. After all, driving and trying to fool around would be difficult and dangerous. But she still couldn’t resist the alluring smell of Jaime’s cologne and the way her skin felt so itchy without the feeling of Jaime’s calloused fingers running along it. She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to face Jaime.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his face kind of panicked.

Ainsley bit her lip and decided to completely remove her sweatshirt, showing off her strappy bralette that was a bit tight on her, causing the straps to hug tightly onto her ribcage and the cups of it to push her breasts together.

“Oh my goodness,” Jaime groaned, trying to look between the road and Ainsley’s small surprise for him. “Where did this come from?”

“Don’t you like it?” Ainsley asked, moving her hand forward to stroke his arm as he rested it on the gear shift. He responded by immediately looping his arms around her body, pulling her closer to the space between their two seats so he could feel her bare stomach against his arm. It was a difficult arrangement, driving down the freeway and trying to get intimate, but it only added to the passion and desire.

“I fucking love it,” he growled into her ear.

Ainsley took a sharp breath in and immediately began to kiss and suck on Jaime’s neck, but was careful not to let her body get in the way of his vision or driving. Jaime reached one hand around Ainsley’s left leg, putting his hand in between her thighs as she adjusted herself so she was on all fours: her knees on the edge of the passenger seat closest to the middle console, and her forearms resting on Jaime’s right thigh. She slowly lowered her mouth down to Jaime’s bulge in his pants, tracing her tongue over its outline through his jeans. He was already excited, with the minimal amount of touching that had even occurred.

Jaime rubbed his thumb over her yoga pants, just gently teasing her as she continued to tease Jaime. She couldn’t waste any more time: at this point she was even concerned about being pleasured, she just wanted to please Jaime. She unzipped his pants and moved all fabric out of the way as Jaime adjusted his hips in the seat so he was slouching a bit, giving her more access to the area she desired. She quickly wrapped her mouth around him; Jaime inhaling sharply as she immediately began to swirl her tongue against him.

He moved his hand and began to rub over her behind, but the fabric of the yoga pants was bothering him – he needed to feel her skin. He pushed his hand under the waistband and traced his hand down the fabric of her underwear, feeling the matching strappy details as he did so. “God, I’m so lucky,” Jaime muttered as he appreciated the little things that Ainsley did to please him. He pushed his hand under her underwear, cupping her behind. He squeezed tighter, causing Ainsley to flinch and squirm as a response.

She moved her mouth faster, sucking harder and adding more tongue. They continued this as Jaime carefully drove down the freeway, trying to keep up a consistent speed without going too fast.

Ainsley moaned as Jaime moved his hand lower, cupping her most intimate area and squeezing. The roughness of his hands was just as delectable as she remembered.

“I’m gonna come,” Jaime groaned, softly, his jaw clenched. “You want me to come in your mouth?”

Ainsley moaned louder as Jaime pushed his thumb against her entrance. She pulled away, sucking hard. “Yeah, I want you to come in my mouth,” she moaned. As if to reward Ainsley for her bold actions, Jaime began to rub his fingers against her center, instantly causing her squirm and moan.

“Finish me off, baby,” Jaime purred, rubbing her more intimately. Ainsley did as she was told, pulling out all of her tricks and flicks to give Jaime his release. He came soon after, and Ainsley quickly swallowed it down to avoid the strange texture and taste.

Ainsley sat up, biting her lip. Jaime was still rubbing his fingers against her. She began to grind her hips against his hand, moaning softly as she moved faster.

Jaime pulled his hand away abruptly, causing Ainsley to open her eyes and look around. They pulled up the driveway to Jaime’s house and he opened the garage, pulling his vehicle inside before quickly shutting it off. As soon as the car was off, he hit the clicker to shut the garage and then grabbed Ainsley, lifting her over the center console and into his lap. Everything happened so quickly, Ainsley didn’t even know what was going on. Before she knew it, Jaime had pulled her out of the vehicle and pinned her against the wall beside the garage door that lead to the inside of the house. He dropped to his knees, pulling her yoga pants down her legs, making her first lift her left leg and then her right to get them off. He stood up, simultaneously looping one finger around the strip of fabric on her underwear that covered exactly what he wanted to get to. Without any warning, he pushed himself into her. Ainsley responded by letting out a throaty moan and wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing Jaime to hold her up against the wall and thrust into her at the same time.

The roughness of their encounter was already sending Ainsley over the edge. She felt so much passion, so much pleasure, and so much love. She would do anything for Jaime. She would do anything in bed. She would drop everything for him. She would do anything for him because she was in love.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Jaime growled as he buried his head into her shoulder. Her body bounced against the wall as Jaime moved quickly. They had never had sex like this before: the stamina and urgency and pleasure was on an entirely different level than anything they had ever done together.

Ainsley couldn’t respond, her sense were on overload. Jaime’s teeth were now on her shoulder, biting and sucking at her skin. His hands were placing firmly around her ass, holding her up. The coldness of the wall against her back was sending a chill and taboo feeling along her body, and of course Jaime’s rough, rhythmic thrusts were hitting her in such a way that made her toes curl under and stomach twist. She wanted to say something dirty to him. She knew how much he loved it. She wanted to say anything to get him to groan. She needed to hear that pleasure growl that came from deep within Jaime – a sound that she loved almost as much as the sound of his voice.

“Harder,” she growled into his ear. Jaime responded by moving his hips more roughly, pushing Ainsley’s body up higher with each thrust. “Fuck me,” she demanded. Jaime let out a moan, but it wasn’t the noise she wanted. She wasn’t herself anymore – she was the sexy version of herself. A side of her that only Jaime could bring out. “I want you to make me fucking come, baby. Please make me come,” she pleaded, her voice still demanding, but now slightly sweeter.

And then Jaime released his growl – the growl that was like music to Ainsley’s ears. She couldn’t hold back any more and she let herself go to the pleasure and bliss that was in a world that only Jaime could take her to. She called his name out as she moaned and her body shuddered. Jaime didn’t stop, he kept pounding, causing Ainsley to erupt again – and again – and yet again! All in a chain. The pleasure was almost too much. Ainsley almost told him to stop – her body was exhausted with pleasure. Jaime only thrust a few more times before his finished inside of her, groaning as he came.

Ainsley paused for a moment as Jaime stepped away from her, panting as he did so. She adjusted her underwear before grabbing her yoga pants and pulling them back on.

Jaime kissed the side of Ainsley’s head as they began to walk into the house. “Oh, I’ll meet you inside. I’m going to grab my bag.”

Ainsley walked back over to the vehicle door and retrieved her sweater, pulled it over her head, and then grabbed her purse and overnight bag. She locked the vehicle and walked up to the garage door, shutting off the garage light before she walked back inside the house.

“Hey babe, maybe I’ll bake a cake or some cupcakes for tomorrow’s party… What do you think?” Ainsley called through the house. She walked up the stairs and dropped her overnight bag down on Jaime’s bed. She went into the bathroom to pee and freshen herself up, changing her underwear while she was at it, and then walked back out, only to see that Jaime still wasn’t in the room. “Himes?” she called, loudly through the house. But there was no response.

She jogged down the hall and down the stairs, humming to herself as she did so. The revelation that she had while her and Jaime got intimate had filled her with a new sense of purpose and understanding for life. Love truly was a powerful thing.

“Jaime? Where the hell are you?” Ainsley turned her head around every corner of the house, but couldn’t find Jaime anywhere. She was just about to call his name out once again, but she saw a light coming from the kitchen and headed towards it. “Himes-“

“So you must be Ainsley!” boomed a voice, before she could even focus her gaze on anything. She was suddenly being lifted into the air with a big hug. The arms that wrapped her around her were unfamiliar and strong. She was finally set back down on the ground, feeling quite flustered and embarrassed by the action.

“Oh, um…” Ainsley didn’t know what to say once her eyes actually focused in on the man. He was Mexican, tall, and very nicely-built. He was wearing a sleek gray suit with a black shirt and gray tie. His facial hair was very nicely kept – so closely shaven to his face that it almost looked like his skin was painted. It came down from his sideburns down do his chin-line, almost like a chin-strap. He was attractive, but Ainsley didn’t recognize him one bit.

She looked to Jaime for help. Was she supposed to know this man?

“Aw, relax, Ainsley. The only reason I know your know is because Jaime basically spelled it out for me in Morse code against the wall of the garage,” the man smirked.

“Oh come on, Ricardo,” Jaime mumbled in disbelief.

“Okay, you caught me. So I don’t really know Morse code,” he joked. He held his hands up to surrender. “I only know because of how loudly Jaime called out your name as you fucked him.”

Ainsley’s face immediately went hot, both at the fact that he had heard them in the garage and also at how this man had absolutely no filter or boundaries, for that matter. “Who are you, again?” Ainsley asked, her voice with a sass she didn’t know she even had.

The man clicked his tongue, smirking down at her. “Damn, mami, you’ve got a fire in there, don’t you? I like your white flames you’ve got going on. Who had a white bitch can’t have attitude? Woo!”

Jaime sighed. “Don’t call her that,” he growled.

“What a bitch?”

“Yeah, and mami. Her name is Ainsley, and that’s what you call her.”

Ainsley was still sitting there in confusion, looking between the two men. Who the hell was this guy?

“Ains, this is a family friend, Ricardo Ibanez. I guess he’s in town and decided he’s going to be staying here,” Jaime announced, giving Ricardo a look that Ainsley had never seen on Jaime’s face before. It was clear that there was something off about this man.

“Aw please,” Ricardo laughed, “we’re cousins, right Jaime?” He said Jaime’s name so perfectly – his Mexican accent and pronunciation was flawless and almost alluring. Only almost, though.

“Well, Ricardo, my name is Ainsley,” Ainsley said, holding out her hand to shake. She wanted to say something like nice to meet you, but she had a feeling that this person wasn’t somebody you would necessarily want to meet.

“Ainsley,” he said, shaking his head. He reached out and grabbed her hand, bowing his head to place his lips on the top. Ainsley’s face immediately cringed in disgust, but she didn’t pull her hand away for the sake of being polite. “Please, called me Ricky.”

He pushed his lips to the top of her hand and for some reason something clicked.

She did know this man, and not because she wanted to.

Notes

Ainsley's Outfit ;)

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