We Belong Together

(XIII.) Darling, it wouldn't be a party without you

I am standing before them and watching them.
"Oh, you're actually surprised," Lucia said, squeezing me in embrace. "Yeah, a bit," I smiled. "Well, go get dressed, then join us downstairs," Eva said, turning to leave. "Make yourself at home. Can you please tell Jorge that I want to talk with him?"
Lucia smiles and nods. I give her a smile and close the door. I walk to the bed and sit on it. He didn't want to hear anything about the party yesterday. Soon the door opens and he enters the room. "Sorpresa," he quietly said, when I give him a really bad look. "You're mad," he said. "Yes, I am. You could tell me," I cross my arms on my chest. "I wanted to surprise you. I invited yours and mine friends. Don't be angry, love," he said, coming to me and caressing my face. "You're not going to accept your guests all night, wearing a bathrobe, are you? Better get dressed," I say and look at the floor. "Tina..." he begins, but I interrupt him: "Dress up. You have a visit."
"We have a visit. My friends would like to meet you."
"I have a headache. Maybe I'll join you later," I reply and lie down.
"Fine, as you want."
He takes dark jeans and a dark blue shirt from the closet. I look at him, how he changes, and I try not to pull him to bed. He scent himself with his (and mine) favorite perfume, then he step to the door: "I'll wait for you." Then he left.
I am lying in bed for a while, when I hear music. It doesn't take much time, when I get up and pull out a new dress, which Jorge bought me in NY. I wore it, then I fix my hair and do a make-up. I leave the room and walk down the stairs.
Eva is dancing with an unknown man - probably with one of Jorge's friends. I look around the room and I see Lucia chatting with Jorge and... Marc Marquez. My eyes almost popped out. I really didn't expecting him here. What an honor. I get a little embarrassed and I want to turn back to return to the room, when Jorge looks at me. "Tina! Join us. Marc wants to meet you!" he shouts and waves to me. Okay.
I walk hesitantly to them, when Jorge squeezes me in an embrace and gently kisses me. "You look perfect," he whispers. I smiled at him and then I look at Marc, who laughs. "Hi, I'm Marc," he said, giving me a hand. "Cristina, but Tina for friends," I reply and we shake hands. "Jorge and Lucia have told me a lot about you," he said and drinks a little. "Oh, really? All the good things, I guess?"
He nods: "Absolutely. Watching you two together, I must say that you are really perfect together. Jorge, don't let her out of your hands for any price," he said and tapped Jorge's shoulder. "There is no way to letting her," Jorge replies to him. I smiled shyly and looked at Lucia. She likes Marc. There is no doubt about that.
Jorge and Marc start chatting about "their" things, so Lucia and I, walk to the other side of the room. "You're glowing," I said. "What? What do you mean?"
"Marc," I winked at her, when she laughs: "What are you saying?"
"Oh, stop it. We can see it from the Moon that you like him. You two would be a nice couple, you know. Both short, cute, funny..."
We both laugh, when Eva joins us. "Ooo, you finally joined us," she said and embraced me. "Yeah, I have to admit that the party is great," I smiled. "Of course it is. Jorge's friends are just fantastic. Especially Jose..." she said as she looked over her shoulder. "Jose?"
She nods: "Yes, he came with Marquez brothers." Both with Lucia, we look at him, when he looks back at us and waves. All three of us, wave him back. "He's a great dancer. We both took a little break, then we're going to dance again," Eva laughs and sip a little bit of wine. "Well, then I need to take advantage for having you both here. Come with me," I say and we go to the first floor. "Wait here," I say, in front of the game room. I walk to the bedroom and take gifts from my suitcase for my friends, and then return back to them. Eva is already flirting with a group of boys who're playing billiards. Well, they were playing it, until my friend didn't disturb them.
"Eva!" I call and I show her I'm back. "Have a nice time, guys," she said and returned to us. "You cannot get out of your skin, do you?" Lucia and I laugh. "I just greeted them," she shrugged. "I have gifts for you two. Do you remember what you said to bring you?"
"A purse," Eva nods. "A wallet," Lucia says.
"Taadaaaa!! A purse for you, and a wallet for you," I say when I take gifts from bag and give them to my friends. "Woah! It's beautiful! I don't have that one!" Eva shouts, who is a real handbag collector. "Thanks! You have a great taste," Lucia said now, when they both embrace me. "What did you buy for yourself?" Eva asked. "Ah, some lingerie. Jorge bought me this bracelet and that dress."
"She adores you, you know that, right?" Lucia said. "Yes, and I adore him. I just don't know what is going to be when Andres returns," I sadly say. "Ah, forget about this jerk. We'll arrange everything," Eva said and hugs me. "I don't want to drag you in this. I can do this myself. I don't know how, but I will."
"Oh, here you are!" Jorge said, when he walks pass the room. "We move here so I can gave them our gifts," I smiled. "And... do you like them?" he asked. "A lot! Now, excuse me, I have to go to the toilet. Lu, will you come with me?" Eva said, and pulled Lucia with her.
"You girls just adore going together to the toilet, right? What are you doing? Holding each other a skirt?" he laughs. I roll with my eyes and laugh: "Handbags."
He smiles, when he gets closer to me and kisses me. "Did I tell you how perfect you are in this dress?" he quietly asks, when I nod. "I want you," he whispered. My heart speeds up: "Let's go to the bedroom," I quietly said, when he shakes his head: "No. I want you here. On that billiard table."
It takes my breath and a fever hits me all over my body.
"But... your friends..."
"Guys, I need to talk with Tina. Take a break and go drink something," he says to four friends, who put off their playing sticks and go out of the room. I lift my eyebrow: "Do they always obey you?"
"Always, when there is a thing about some girl," he said, locking the door and pressing a button to lower the window blinds.
I bite my lip as he walks to me and kisses me passionately. He lifted my dress and helps me to get to the table. I unzipped his jeans and push them off his hips. Oh, he's ready.
He set up and thrusts into me. "Oh, gosh," I mutter and kiss him. We are both so turned on, that it doesn't last long, when we both cum. "I love you, Tina," he said, looking me in the eyes. "I love you, Jorge," I said back. "Shall we join the rest?" he quietly asks, when I nod. He helps me with my dress, then he fixes his jeans. I look at the table: "Ehm... I think we destroyed the game and mixed all the playing balls." He laughs: "Who cares. They will start from the beginning. Come on," he said, taking my hand. Then we leave the room.
"Where were you two? We're looking for you," Marc said. "We had to talk," Jorge seriously said. Marc shrugs: "I hope everything is fine." I nod. I am trying to stay serious. "Well, Tina. That's my brother, Alex," he said. Alex smiles when we shake hands. "I am pleased. It's very nice knowing the most funny brothers in the world," I say when we all laugh.
The party continues late into the night. Jorge and I were dancing a lot, kissing, touching. Just having fun and enjoy together. I am determined that I would like to spend my whole life with him.

*

Our last guests - Eva, Lucia, Marc, Alex and Jose, left at three in the morning.
"Come on, let's go to sleep," Jorge said and walked to the stairs. I look into all the mess that our guests have left behind. "Won't we clean this up?" I ask. He swings his hand: "We'll do it later. Let's go to sleep," he said and left. I quickly pick up some empty glasses and throw them in the trash. Maybe he's right. We'll clean up when we wake up. I turn off the lights and I drag myself to the bedroom.
"Huh, I am not used to such entertainment," I say when I walk in. Jorge is lying stretched across the bed. "Are you already sleeping?" I ask. "Babe, do you hear me?" I ask again. He mutters something. He's sleeping. I take off his shoes, when he opens his eyes: "What are you doing?"
"Undressing you," I say when he lifts up: "Okay, I am ready." I roll with my eyes: "I am undressing you, so you can sleep normally. Come on, help me. Don't be like a log. You're so heavy."
Somehow I manage to take off his pants and shirt and roll over to his side of the bed. Then I take my dress off and lie next to him.

I wake up in the morning and look at Jorge. He sleeps so nicely, so I decide to prepare him a breakfast. I wear his shirt and quietly walk to the kitchen. I take eggs and bacon out of the fridge, and when I leaned under to counter to take a pan, a woman's voice scares me. I bounced off and look toward the dining room. There with a trash bag in her hands, an old woman is standing and she gently smiling at me. "I am very sorry if I scared you," she said. "You really did," I smiled. "You had a party last night, didn't you? Jorge always makes it one day before I come," she laughs. "Ehm... excuse me... who are you?"
"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Ana. When Jorge was small, I was his nana, but now I come at his place and clean. Once a week. You must be his new girlfriend?"
I smile: "Something like that. I'm Cristina. Nice to meet you," I say and walk to her to shake hands. "Jorge is so kind. A little stubborn, but honest. I love him as my own grandson."
"So you watched him when his parents were at work?" I ask carefully.
"His parents divorced when he was a child. I watched him when he was with his dad."
"Divorced?"
She nods: "Didn't he tell you?"
I shake with my head: "No... we didn't talk about these matters," I say when I throw some cups into a trash bag.

For a while, we talked about him and about what he was like a child.

Now we are preparing breakfast and chatting.

"Oh, I see you've met my nana," Jorge said when he joined us. I smile to him, when he kisses me. Then he walks to Ana and kisses her on the cheek.
"Cristina is wonderful, Jorge. Stick with her," she said to him and wag with her finger. "Of course, I will never let her go. What did you prepare me for breakfast? It smells delicious," he said, sitting next to me. "Eggs with bacon and coffee," I say, when his eyes sparkles.
"Because of this food, I will have to close myself in the fitness room. I should take care of what I am eating. The new season is approaching fast," he said and rush on his plate. Ana and I exchange looks and laugh. "You will never change," she said then.

*

We are sitting by the fireplace and heat up.
"Ana told me about your parents," I say, after a few minutes of sitting embraced and staring into the fire. "Mhm," he mutters. "Would you like to talk?" I ask. He keeps quiet and his body tighten up. "Okay," I say quietly. We're sitting in silence again.
"There is nothing to talk about. Parents decided to separate his ways. Laura and I were not deprived of anything. They were still raising us up, but we were not together. As a family."
"Your dad impressed you for the bikes, right?"
"Yeah. And for that I am very grateful to him. When I was three, he build one by putting together parts from different bikes. It was very fun. Many years I was living with him, he accompanies me for every race. He was my biggest fan. He still is. When I was with him, Ana was watching me. She was our neighbor. My dad is like a son to her. She still often invites him to lunch and then they sometimes watch the race together."
"What about your mom?"
He shrugs: "Like every mother, probably. She was worried and she still is. She likes motorcycles and racing, but watching me... it's hard to her. She always said that she'd be more happy if I decide for a football, or any other sport. Well, she was always spoiling me. I am still her baby boy. She's great friend with Dani's and Marc's moms."
I smile.
"What about your parents?"
My body tighten up now. I don't know if I am ready to talk about it.