“Get the fuck out.”
11
ISABEL
How many hail Mary’s for wet dreams?
“I can’t let our first time be in the back of my El Camino,” Manny says, breaking free from the deep kiss.
“Why not?” I ask, pulling him back into me.
I’m breathless, but I’m also aching for more. This desperate need to ravage his mouth. Taste him and let him taste me. I move to straddle him and feel the hardness of his cock when I lower into his lap. I’m somehow already naked.
The music drowns out any sense of reasoning, and I inch back just enough so I can free his cock from his pants.
“Isa... ” he hisses in protest, but my hands are already around the length of him.
“Isa, you’re drunk,” he says.
Am I? That would explain how I got naked so fast. I shake my head, though my hand is sliding up and down over the length of him.
“I’m not drunk, Manny. My libido is high, and my vibrator isn’t doing it anymore.”
“You have a vibrator? Jesus.”
His face flushes red as he watches my hand move up and down his cock. When he moans, I can’t help but take in how he looks. The way his eyes close briefly, his long lashes falling over his cheek. When he opens them and stares at me, I can see the lust in them. I can feel it coursingthrough my own body. I pick up the pace, watching as he moans over and over again.
There’s a burning between my thighs, and we’re on the edge of euphoria when I hear a loud beep coming from a distance.
I jump from the bed, gasping as I reach up and shut off the alarm on my phone. Not again.
It was two weeks until Dolly’s Quinceañera, and these dreams were becoming increasingly more frequent every time I saw Manny. My subconscious was screaming exactly what I was saying in that dream: my vibrator is not cutting it.
I don’t have time to entertain these things when a knock comes from the door.
“Isa.. Isabella? Are you in there?” Socorro calls out.
“No, me juzguen,” I say to the Precious Moments figurines staring at me before I open the door.
“Mija, are you alone?” she says, looking around the room as if a man will just pop out.
“Yes, Ma. I’m alone,” I grumble.Thanks for the reminder.
“Desmond just barely left. He's picking up some overtime at the factory. Mija, I need to talk to you. It’s serious.”
“¿Qué paso?” I ask, moving to sit beside her on the bed.
She looks shaken up, so I brace myself for bad news. Socorro looks around the room, her hands fidgeting in her lap.
“I didn’t want to say anything, but I just received the final notice for the lights.”
“I thought Desmond gave you money for the lights?” I ask, taking in the way her eyes shift. “Ma, what happened to the money Desmond gave you?”
She whispers a tiny prayer and crosses herself before she begins her confession.
“Amparo called me and said she needed money. I didn’t want to ask you because I knew you’d look at me like that,” she says, waving a hand in my direction. I can feel my eyetwitching just at the name. Amparo is my mother’s sister in Mexico.
“Ma, you can’t be sending money to Mexico when we don’t have money here.” I lecture her.
