an acceptable sacrifice and I fuckin’ hated that. We rode out, and I was glad I wouldn’t have to see any of their faces for another month. It might give me the chance to cool down some, although it was just a matter of time. I would get mine from them and then they’d be the new Eastern Washington chapter’s problem.
I split off from the rest of the boys at their urging when we stopped for some food. Their insistence I escort my lady and her brother home one I was secretly grateful for. I still felt some guilt for it, though. I wasn’t one to cut and run. I was the guy that always saw everything through to the bitter end. I guess, this time, priorities…
I certainly had a new set and that was a little awkward, at least for now, to begin with. Still, I was happy to make my little zaychik my new normal, and all that came along with that.
Her little brother was zany, funny, and exuberant. He put a smile on my girl’s face and the same love that radiated from her honey-gold eyes in his direction was one I recognized. She looked at me the same way, and even though she hadn’t had the occasion to say it yet, I knew, and that was honestly enough for me.
It was late when we got home. Past Mateo’s bedtime but the kid was excited. His excitement only went up a notch when he got a load of his new bedroom. It wasn’t much by my standards. Ikea furniture, cheap but well put together by Marisol herself. Well, she’d had a little help from me with the dresser. Still, it was all done up in his favorite soccer team’s colors and Marisol had gotten posters of his favorite players on the pitch doing their thing from some Mexican grocery nearby and had framed them up nice.
He loved it, of course, but it took some time with his sister to calm his little ass down. She handled him like a pro, and I’d never really put a mind toward being a father before, but she had me rethinking the vasectomy I’d had. I guess, if she ever wanted, IVF was an option. I could get that shit extracted with a needle or something – not that the thought was all that appealing.
Still, she made me believe in myself that maybe the whole fatherhood thing could be possible for me. If anyone could keep me from being my father, I believed it could be her.
“Hey,” she said softly from the bedroom doorway, shutting the door softly behind her. I turned from where I was getting ready for bed, toweling off my head from the shower I’d taken.
She came to me and wound her arms loosely around my waist. I tossed the towel into the laundry hamper in the corner, half making it. She looked up at me, those eyes of hers captivating in the low light from the bedside lamp.
“Kiss me,” she murmured.
“You sure you wanna start this?” I asked, glancing meaningfully at the bedroom door.
“He sleeps like the dead and I’m not going to stop living my life simply because he’s here,” she said. “I can be quiet.”
“Mm.” I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her softly. Her hands drifted from my hips to my face, cupping my stubbled cheeks gently as she kissed me, her body drawing closer to fit in the circle of my arms, her hands slipping around to the back of my head, nails scratching lightly against my scalp sending tingles down my spine.
I moaned softly into her luxurious mouth and felt her lips curl into a smile against my own.
God, she was such sweet perfection one minute and a guilty pleasure of my deepest, darkest fantasies the next. Tonight felt light and sweet, though, and I took my time undressing her, slipping her blouse over her head, cupping her perfect tits, kissing my way down her chest to suck lightly at her dusky nipples until she moaned all breathy, the sound of her being all hot and bothered like music to my ears.
“Oh, God, Mav…” her voice was breathy and throaty all at once as she tipped her head back, holding mine to her breast as I worked her tit with lips, teeth, and tongue, lavishing her beautiful breasts with attention.
I pulled back, letting her nipple pop from my mouth and queried, “Yes, my queen?”
“Mm, make love to me?” she asked, looking