Trainwreck 2 (Trainwreck #2) by Nelle L'Amour Page A

bored into mine. My heart did a flip-flop and bolted to my throat.
    “Kiss me!” I begged Fernando.
    “What the fuck? I’m gay and committed.”
    “Just do it! I’ll explain later.”
    Without another word, Fernando wrapped an arm around me and crushed his hot Latino lips onto mine. I placed a hand on his tight little ass. While the kiss didn’t go beyond lip contact, he was a damn good kisser. Except inside I felt nothing. There were none of the flutters and tingles that Ari’s kisses evoked everywhere. I kept my eyes shut but could feel my Adonis’s eyes on me.
    I don’t know how long the kiss lasted. When Fernando finally pulled away, I blinked my eyes open and gasped. He was standing before us, overpowering us with all six-feet-three inches of his virile body. His eyes were narrow, his lips pressed tight. He was angry. Very angry. My heart was thudding, and my stomach cramped. I knew how jealous he could get.
    “So, Sarah, this is your boyfriend.” It was more of statement of fact than a question. His icy eyes rammed into me like a glacier.
    “Yes, this is Fernando,” I stammered, sinking like the Titanic. Fernando played along with me. My stomach was in knots, and my legs were Jell-O.
    “Your Latin lover.” Ari clenched his fists so hard they turned white. He raised one, and suddenly I feared that he was going to knock Fernando out. I protectively jumped in front of my anxious friend.
    I looked Ari straight in the eyes. “If you try to hurt him, you’ll have to hurt me first.”
    “Then we’ll be even.”
    His words stung me like a hornet. I held my breath. His fist stayed suspended in mid-air, then finally he lowered it.
    Relief washed over me yet every nerve in my body was on edge. I suddenly became acutely aware I was pantyless. The throbbing between my legs rivaled the throbbing of my heart. The ache was so great I wanted to scream. I still wanted this gorgeous, mercurial god as much as I could ever want anything.
    He shot Fernando a look of contempt and then stared icily at me. “Remember that little saying of yours, Sarah. The grass can’t compete with the trees .” With that and without saying goodbye, he pivoted on his heel and stormed back to the Bentley. My eyes stayed locked on him as he got into the car and sped off.
    I felt sick. Nauseatingly sick. And on the verge of a tsunami of tears.
    “What was that all about?” asked Fernando.
    “I need a drink. I’ll explain everything.”
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    The bar Fernando took me to was a neighborhood joint that was popular with the Toy District crowd. Fernando ordered us two frozen margaritas. I gulped down the refreshing frosty drink like it was soda pop and immediately ordered another.
    “Okay, chiquita, spill the beans.”
    The potent alcohol had loosened me up. I told Fernando about how I had met Ari and filled him in on my whirlwind romance, omitting the explicit sexual details. Except for the few he demanded to hear.
    “Oh, mí Sarita , you are in love.”
    I nodded, tears filling my eyes. Mí amigo was right as usual.
    I drained my second margarita and ordered another as did Fernando.
    “But, mí amor, no comprendo . Todo sounds perfecto . And he’s so hot. What eez the problema? ”
    Another round of margaritas arrived and after a few gulps, I told him about Ari’s ex…sharing all the horrific things she’d done to both Ari and his precious son. How she’d fucked them both up emotionally and physically.
    Fernando listened attentively, wide-eyed and wordless except for muttering “ dios mío ” under his breath.
    “ Sarita , she eez a sicko. Loca!
    “Fernando, I met her last night.”
    “No way!”
    “Oh, Fernando, you’re not going to believe this.” My voice choked up and then I dropped the bomb. “His ex-wife is Catherine!”
    Few things shocked Fernando; he almost fell off his bar stool. Two words: “Hay caramba!”
    The tsunami building behind my eyes broke loose. Tears stormed down my cheeks. “Fernando, she