Cold Hearted

•Speeches•

{•edited•}
~Santi's POV~

"You expect people to eat that?" I ask Amor whose covering the food container with the plastic lid. She shoots me a glare. Everyone knows this girl can't cook. "How about you go home to get dressed, and I'll stay here and do the rest of the food?" I suggest. So you don't poison anyone.
"Fine, but remember to-"
"I'm not taking cooking advice from you. I'm Gordon Ramsay in this situation; leave my kitchen." She rolls her eyes grabs her keys. I wonder if she actually thinks she's a good cook. What does Mac do when Adriel is deployed? Starve herself?
Ida comes down the stairs, fixing her hair. I give her a soft smile. I'm more thankful for her being here than she knows. She was hesitant about the idea at first, but she understands that if she didn't, I would be a wreck all day. I've never been one to depend on anyone else, but she's stabilizing my emotions of the most part. She's keeping me from putting my walls up again and for that I'm grateful.
"Do you know how to cook?" I ask. She nods, leaning forward in her elbows against the counter. My eyes go straight to her now exposed cleavage. Her gaze follows mine; she sits up and pulls her shirt up to hide what was just showing.
"I can cook."
"Good can you-"
"I brought food since we all know Amor can't cook!" Don yells from the front door. She stops in her tracks when she sees Ida. She sets the food with, a grin on her face. "Y'all finally fucking?"
Ida's face beats red at her words. "Thank you for the food...grandma."
"I don't care if you have a gun, I will beat your ass so hard with a bread roller that you won't be able to stand for months if you call me grandma again." I blink in shock, nodding frantically. "Wow, you're a little bitch."
"I'm not a bitch," I say, defending my ego. If there's anyone who able to ruin it, it's my family. Don turns towards Ida.
"He is. If he gets you mad, just threaten him with a bread roller. It's worked like a charm for the last eighteen years," she tells her. Ida just smiles, nodding. Please don't take her advice. "I was just dropping this off. Zurine refuses to get dressed."
"He's the bitch." She nods, walking back out the door she left open. Ida comes around the island, looking around awkwardly. "Is something wrong?"
"No, I just-I feel like I'm out of place in all of this. Shouldn't this be a family and friends thing only?" My eyes search hers. I don't want her feeling like she has to be here. "It's not that I don't want to, I just don't want to intrude. This is still a hard time for you all."
"You're a friend," I tell her. She gives me another soft smile, leaning against me. "You have no idea what you have done to help me through this."
"I haven't done anything." I press my lips against hers, cupping her small face in my hands. Her skin is so soft under my fingers. Hopefully, she's not wearing make- I don't think she is- because it'll rub off. Her body relaxes, her hands resting against my chest.
"You've done more than you know."
••••••

"We don't have to do speeches do we?" Zurine says. My aunt, Lily, rolls her eyes at her uncle. She hardly comes around anymore since her, her husband, and two kids all live a few hours away. When I was younger, I could tell my dad was never comfortable around her and my mom has a distant relationship with her. It was never terrible, but just very obvious. I wish I had asked for an explanation before they were gone.
    "Yes," she tells him. "It's a sign of respect." Zurine glares down at her. He hasn't looked the same ever since my mom, his daughter, died. When I first heard the story of their situation I had never been so confused; going from uncle to dad must have been hard for both of them.
     "They know I respect them," he argues. She scoffs and yells that we're doing speeches. This is new news to me. People from the tattoo shop and old friends gather closely together. Zurine, who is never shy, starts shaking his head.
     Lily gives a short speech about growing up with my mom, their falling out, and everything else. Don tells the story of how she met my dad and then growing up together, then what things were like when he met my mom and how much he changed. Amor refuses multiple times to talk, which isn't surprising.
    "My dad used to call me his dumbass twin," I start. "Growing up, I always felt that he was harder on me than he was with my sister, but it made sense. He didn't want me to turn out like how he used to be. My mom, she was always some sort of angel and she was the best person in the entire world. She loved without judgment or regret. My dad was always rough around the edges, but when it came to his family and friends, nothing else mattered. He would go to the ends of the earth, or back to prison, if it meant making sure everyone was okay.
     I used to hate seeing them kiss or hold hands; it made me uncomfortable, but now I realize that they taught me what love should be like. I had the best example of a far from perfect marriage," I say, looking at my sister. She wipes her tears, holding onto Adriel's arm. "When I told him she passed away, he just seemed mad, mad at the world, and I could tell that he was already gone before he actually left. The day before he actually died, he told me he couldn't be without her. I believed him because the time between her passing and him dying was watching him fade away. As much as I wish they could be here, I'm happy they're still together."
I take a deep breath and walk back to Ida with tears in my eyes. She takes my hand and rests her head against my arm. I blink tears out of my eyes, not wanting to cry in front of everyone. Zurine walks to where I just was, holding his beer so tight in his hand that his knuckles are white.
"I didn't want to make a speech," he says, "cause I don't want to seem weak, but I have been lately. I can't remember the last time I cried. Zane was always my whole world, there was no one else but her for so long even if the circumstances were weird. She was my daughter and I would do anything for her. I used to look at her and wonder how such a fuck up like me could take part in creating something so beautiful and just simply amazing. Ever, that motherfucker, he's another story. He and I were cellmates in prison and I used to tell him stories of my little girl, never expecting that one day he would be my son in law, that they would have a love that even I would learn from. There's so much I wish I would have told him. How I'm so grateful he came here," he says, his voice cracking. "That he's like a brother to me. That even if he didn't see it himself, he was the best man he could be and I wish I could be. It seems all I did was yell and threaten him, and if I could take it back I wouldn't, but I would hug him. I would tell-I would tell him I loved him." 
     This is getting too much. I feel like going to lose it. Placing my hand at the small of Ida's back, she looks up at me with wide eyes. Pulling her with me, we make our way inside. It's a lot cooler immediately when we walk in, the sun no longer beating down on us.
    "What's wrong?" She asks I continue dragging her up the stairs. She groans in annoyance that I'm not answering her. We get to my old bedroom, where I press her against the door, locking it at her side.
   "I need you," I breathe, pressing my lips against her neck. Her head automatically falls back at the contact. Her relaxing lavender scent fills my nose as I brush her hair out of the way. Her fingers run through my hair, cementing herself further against me. I can feel myself getting harder in my jeans.
     I lift the bottom of her dress, cupping her already soaked pussy. "You're so wet for me already," I say against her ear, tracing it with the tip of my tongue. She moans loudly, trying to grind against me, but I have her pinned. "Do you want me?"
    "Y-yes," She sighs, licking and biting her moist lips. Her cheeks are a light pink shade as she takes deep breaths. I find her like this when she's completely lost in me when she's most beautiful. She's her truest self.
    "What is it that you want?" I rub her clit with my index finger, watching as her mouth gapes open. "Tell me."
    "I want you t-to make love to me." Those words leaving her mouth are enough for me to start undoing my jeans and letting them fall to my ankles along with my boxers. I pick Ida up by her perfect ass, the dress riding up again. I push her panties to the side and gently ease her down onto me.
    "Oh my gosh!" She calls out, burying her head in my shoulder. She clenches around me as she starts to relax. I don't want to be too rough, but I also know I can't be gentle. I'm gonna have to find a balance.
    "Are you okay?" I ask. She nods, crashing her swollen lips against mine. She tugs at my hair as I start thrusting up into her, bringing her down onto me as well. Her nails dig into my shoulders, scratching at the skin; I love the feeling. "You feel so fucking good around me. Keep clenching around me. Just like that."
     "I'm close." I knew neither of us was going to last long and I'm okay with that. Biting her lip, my thrusts become harder, listening to her muffled cries.
   "Fuck!" I call out as I release inside her. She bites down on my shoulder as she reaches her climax, holding onto me for dear life.
    "T-that was a lot different than before," she says, trying to relax. "Rougher."
    "That was nothing."
    ••••••
      "LALALALA! I don't want to know about yours and my sister's sex life!" I say, my voice raising over Adriel's. "So are you like...bisexual or something?" Ever since I walked in on...what I did m, I've been wondering that.
    "No, she was just into-"
    "STOP!" Ida comes back in with Amor. Surprisingly, my sister is smiling. Adriel wraps his arm around her waist, kissing the top of her head. She looks up at him adoringly. I take Ida's hand, squeezing it. I'm happy they've started to get their marriage back on track.
     "So you two are a thing now?" My sister asks, gesturing to our hands. Ida looks up at me, waiting for my answer. We haven't actually discussed the label of our relationship. I don't want to just fuck around with her and I know she doesn't want that either.
    "Yeah, finally. And you're advise did nothing," I say, pointing at my dumbass brother in law. He shrugs.
    "You were nine. What was I supposed to tell you?" This doesn't feel like a funeral at all anymore, and I think that's what my parents would have wanted.
      
     AN: A long chapter for you guys cause I was too lazy to spit it into two separate ones 😂 Santi a real freak...which you've only hardly seen 😏 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
     Question: What would you like to see happen? What do you think will happen if Ida's dad found out?
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