Chapter 215 - Teach you how to kiss? - meters
Arnold
It was five in the morning. We had left the meeting with Rata twenty minutes ago. The kids were still asleep, just waiting for the return of the private plane to head back to Blanco. I would stay until next Wednesday; Thursday was my first day of class. Renacuaja had given each of us a change of clothes a couple of hours ago; the little Mexican girl was resourceful. She should be asleep by now.
"Arnold." I looked at Rata.
"Sir." He came to my side.
"You haven't rested."
"Neither have you," I replied. Lina handed us a cup of coffee. "Thanks," I said to the foreman's wife from Arenal.
"Thank you for keeping my girls safe."
"It was nothing. They're my nieces, after all. Besides, Renacuaja has been the one taking care of them."
"Yes, I appreciate that young girl more and more. She's earned some extra money, only accepting it if she’s worked for it."
"She must be asleep."
"No, I heard Mole invited her for a ride. They must be with Julio, touring the farm."
I had no damn idea why the sweet coffee turned bitter. I looked at Simón enjoying his black coffee; he hadn't made the comment with any hidden meaning.
"This coffee is delicious; I'm going for another." He patted my back, and I headed to the stables.
"Henry!" The foreman was saddling a couple of horses; it seemed they hadn't left yet. "When you're done there, saddle me a horse, please."
"Today is the day everyone rides," he commented, smiling.
"Who went out?"
"Don't let Lina hear this, the pretty girl who came with you. My son Julio is smitten, and it seems he's not the only one. Mole went after them, and Lobo went to find them."
"Who are you saddling these for?"
"Churrusco wants to make the most of his stay here and do his survey with his wife."
"Alright, bring me a horse, I'll saddle it myself."
"I can do it, Mojón." Henry didn't know any of our names, or if he did, he never called us by them.
"You have work to do, and my hands won't fall off. Go on."
He was with three men. They brought me the horse, a beautiful black specimen. I saddled it and went to find where the hell that girl was. After riding for twenty minutes, I found them near the creek, where we had a barbecue the last time we were all at this farm.
Renacuaja was surrounded by the men. How lovely! I approached them, looking at each one. The only one who didn't seem intimidated was Lobo, but he knew to respect the hierarchy, and I was above him.
"Hello, guys." The Mexican girl didn't even flinch.
"Sir," said Mole. That's how I like it, with respect!
"Julio, your father needs you."
"Yes, sir. Excuse me." The young man spurred his horse and headed towards the farm. It was six in the morning.
"Rata and Cebolla need you two. In fact, you all know what for."
The two nodded. I hoped Rata would understand, or that the damn stars would align and conspire. I didn't want them to realize I sent them away for no reason as they passed by me.
"I'll talk to you later."
I looked at them. The two were older; the only younger one was Zombi, but he must have something. They knew I had a position close to the Boss, and if they challenged me, I'd take them down without hesitation. The guys left, and Guadalupe turned her horse around, facing me, very close, our knees touching. None of them had dismounted.
"Is no one looking for me?"
"What would your father think if he saw you with three men?"
"That we're riding."
Her hair was tied in a braid to one side. She didn't look away, the cheeky brat. I moved closer with my horse, lowering my face to intimidate her, but the proud girl didn't look away, and her breath entered my bloodstream, tensing my dick. I couldn't resist the impulse and kissed her.
Guadalupe didn't respond; she was paralyzed. My attempt to slip my tongue in was more due to her shock, and by the reaction, she parted her lips slightly. She didn't continue the kiss; only her breath hit me. When I pulled away, she was blushing.
"Don't you know how to kiss?" She turned even redder.
"Is it a sin not to have that experience?" She replied firmly, still red up to her scalp.
"For me, it's a problem, Renacuaja. You're just a kid."
I wasn't going to get into that mess. I hate being a teacher. I moved my horse away; she was still red, and I could swear she wanted to kill me while also wanting to hide.
"I don't like teaching. Don't stray away; we're under threat."
It was evident she wanted to cry. I hated women crying without a valid reason. She spurred her horse and headed back to the farm. I did the same, and when she saw I was catching up, she pushed her horse harder. The girl knew how to ride. We arrived at the stables at the same time. She dismounted and, without looking back, went into the farm.
"What did you do to Guadalupe now?"
Cebolla was having a coffee next to Rasca Culo, who looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I pointed my finger at him.
"Don't mess around with your damn premonitions now."
"I didn't say anything. You're the one who keeps complaining and complaining, spitting and spitting. Any moment now, you'll be covered in your own saliva." I started laughing.
"No way, Rascal, I'll never smear myself with crap." Rata arrived at that moment. Onion just smiled.
"Lina says breakfast is ready."
"Did you manage to talk to Luisa?" Onion asked as the four of us headed back to the dining room. Rata shook his head.
"I'm in for it as soon as she gets here. My Dark-Haired Beauty is the female version of Roland."
"You've always known how to handle Roland," Rascal said.
"Because Roland isn't a woman. Luisa..."
"Well, you're not the only one who won't have a place to stick it for a few days," we laughed at Onion's comment.
"Yeah," Rata looked at his hand where he wore his wedding ring. "This blessing prevents it."
He smiled, fiddling with his ring with a look of happiness. I'll never be like them. When we got to the dining room, the guys paid homage to Tadpole. They served us a huge breakfast. I noticed that Wolf looked at Lupe the way my friends looked at their women, and Mole seemed like he wanted to get his hands on her for a while. And the little flirt was smiling at everyone.
Breakfast ended. I couldn't wait for the damn plane to arrive to send her to Blanco. I locked myself in my room, hearing her laughter with the kids. Without her noticing, I watched her play with them for a while. Then I started working. Hours passed, and Rata notified us that Cherry had arrived, and then that the plane was returning to Colombia. We had to be at the airport by five in the afternoon.
I decided to leave the room. Onion was carrying Isaac, Lina had one of the twins, and Rata had the other. Astrid was looking after Cherry's kids, and Enrique was learning to ride a horse under Rascal's instruction. And where the hell did Tadpole go? Without them noticing, I started looking for her. I saw her with Wolf and heard the last damn word.
"To kiss..." What could that mean, or what were they talking about?
"Wolf."
"Shithead, are you following us now?" I didn't say anything. Lupe walked away, and I confronted him.
"I don't want to leave Russia without its spy. Were you planning to teach her how to kiss?" He furrowed his brow, then raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
"I have no idea what you're thinking. See you, I have to go. We'll meet when I get back to give my report."
"Good luck!"
I went looking for Guadalupe and found her at the back of the property, where there was a gazebo. She was alone. Why the hell have I been looking for her?
"It's not right for a woman like you to ask men you don't know to teach you how to kiss."
"Excuse me?!"
"You're pretty straightforward. Pretending to be sneaky doesn't suit you." She opened her mouth, and her beautiful eyes widened.
"Hey! Stop right there, jerk. First of all, you respect me, idiot. Second, if you didn't hear correctly, that's your problem, but don't call me sneaky because I'm very direct!" She stood up and faced me. "Ask whatever you want to know."
"Did you ask Wolf to teach you how to kiss?"
"Are you high? And if I did, so what?" She blushed. "He asked if we had something going on, and I replied that if teaching someone to kiss meant having something... and that's when you showed up." I have no idea why I liked that answer. She turned around.
"I haven't taught you how to kiss." I walked up to her. She put her hands on her hips. "If I had, this is what would have happened." Without letting her analyze, my hands cupped her face, and I kissed her again. She stayed still. "Lupe, do what I do."
I said with my mouth pressed against hers. She started moving her lips, and suddenly, we were kissing intensely. She learned quickly. One of my hands wrapped around her waist, and I lifted her so it was easier to keep exploring her.
Her hands wrapped around my neck and started stroking my hair, a gesture I liked a lot. I don't remember kissing so much before. Slowly, I lowered her back to the ground, our breathing still heavy.
"Now you know how to kiss."
I needed to adjust myself; I was too aroused. She touched her lips with her fingers.
"What did this mean to you?"
"That question is the reason I only date older women."
"I don't care if you think I'm a kid. I want to know what it means."
"Nothing really, Tadpole. I don't want you getting on a train that's going nowhere."
How to identify what she was thinking? All the body language techniques Rata taught me didn't help with Lupe. She rarely showed anything.
"Fine, I get it. Don't kiss me again, or I'll punch you in the face. I don't care if you're a well-trained Shithead." By calling me by my nickname, I understood she didn't mean to call me a killer. "I'm not here to be used as a doormat. I'm not that kind of woman." She turned around. "Oh! Thanks for teaching me how to kiss."
That damn acidic feeling in my stomach didn't sit well. I adjusted myself and stood there like an idiot, replaying the kiss.