“Xavier!” I snap out. “Watch your mouth!”
“It’s romantic,” Luna says, her twin Sol’s face scrunching up.
“I would never kiss a frog. They have diseases.” Sol replies.
“‘Cause a frog wouldn’t kiss you!” Luna fires back.
“Shut up, fart face,” Xavier says, throwing a pillow at Luna.
“Hey cabrón!” Efren warns. “Apologize to your sister.”
“She started it,” Xavier says, pointing at Sol.
“You started it shit bag” Sol replies.
“Shit bag?” Efren laughs.
“No cussing,” I say, glaring at Efren from the doorway. “It’s time for bed!”
Immediately, the girls retreat to their separate beds, and Xavier walks to his room, slamming the door. Efren kisses each of the girls’ cheeks before meeting me in the hallway.
“Your kids are assholes.” He laughs.
“And you wanted more?” I tease.
“You never said no?”
“That was before Sol learned to argue,” I say, slipping out of my robe.
“She’ll be our lawyer.” Efren shrugs
“Or she’ll need a lawyer,” I reply.
I pull back the covers and lie next to him. Efren shuts off the light and pulls me into his chest. My breathing hitches as his hands roam from my belly down to the ache between my legs. How this man never seemed satiated was beyond me, but then again, I never had enough of him.
“I have to go back to Houston this week.” He whispers, and I let out a groan. “I was thinking we could all go, you, me, and the kids.”
“I know what you’re doing. It’s not going to work. I hate going to Houston.” I reply.
“And what am I doing, Kitten?” Efren says, his fingers swipe gently over my clit.
“You’re trying to seduce me into saying yes,” I say through a shaky breath.
“What if I make the trip worth your time?” He slides intwo fingers and curls them deep inside of me. “We could leave the kids with Ari and visit La Cuevita.”
What he means is he’d let me have my way with him in El Purgatorio, something I indulged in whenever we had the chance. Efren was starting to accept more responsibility for his role in Calavera Hotels, mostly for our son Xavier, who would one day inherit the very ring Efren now wore with the gold skull on it. The same finger that was pumping into me.
“More.” I moan. “I need more.”
I turn and press my lips to his before pinning his arms down. Pulling my silk night gown over my head, I climb on top, bringing my mouth to his ear.
“Be a good boy, and I’ll consider going,” I whisper.
“Fuck Alma.” I slap him once and feel the length of him grow, brushing over my clit.
I take my time lowering onto him, transfixed on the way his eyes drink me in, the way his body feels beneath my touch. I loved the power he gave me in the bedroom and the support he provided outside of it. We had built a life together.
My head falls back as I take him deeper into me. My hips shift forwards and his hands palm my ass. I ride him long and slow, letting his mouth trail over me, my neck, my nipples, every gentle kiss causing an explosion inside of me. His moans grow louder in my ear, and my hand grabs his throat. I fuck him harder, squeezing until I feel my orgasm hit. He is still spilling his seed into me, and my body folds on top of him.
