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“Reece, we can’t pay them.”
“Of course we’re not going to pay them. I’m not even going to give them a second thought. And you shouldn’t either.” His voice is sharp and bruising. He doesn’t say anything else and neither do I. The silence in the car is uncomfortable and I don’t know how to make it better. We pull up to the gates of the Malibu estate and Reece punches in the code to open the gate.
I need to think about what I’m going to do, but I also need to find a lawyer. I need to explore my options and then decide what’s going to be best. I start to say this to Reece when he says, “I’m just going to drop you off tonight, Luc. I’m headed back to LA. I have an early meeting . . .” His voice trails off. Early meetings hadn’t kept him from staying with me before.
My heart sinks. I swallow and try to keep my voice from quavering. “Is this too much? More than you signed up for?” I quietly ask one last question. “Are you thinking of breaking up with me?” I’m not prepared for him to answer that honestly. I don’t look at him; I just stare straight ahead.
He doesn’t answer, the gate opens and the car doesn’t move. When the gate starts to close again, I finally look up at him. And my breath catches. He’s staring at me, looking at me with eyes full of naked, unabashed love. And behind that is something much harder to identify, it’s need, promise, helplessness and anger all blended together.
“Reece . . . ” It’s a question and a demand.
Without responding, he turns the car off and gets out. He closes his door with a slam that makes me jump. His stride is long and angry as I watch him round the hood of the car. In a flash, he’s snatching my door open. He reaches across me to unlatch my seat belt. He grips me by the forearms and yanks me out of the car. I yelp in surprise as he turns me around, and presses me against the side of the car. He kicks my legs apart and then steps into me. I feel his rock-hard erection pressing into my lower back and I start to squirm. I rub my thighs together and my entire body clenches in anticipation.
“I fucking love you,” he growls in to my ear. “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.” His hands tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck and he pulls my hair back to expose my throat. His mouth hovers over my ear, sending a chill through me and causing a whimper to escape me. “We were made for each other. You were looking for freedom . . . I thought I’d already found it. I had no idea.” He puts his open mouth on my throat and starts to suck it. Hard and fast. My hi
ps move of their own volition. He groans, his hand leaving my hair and moving to my side. One of them cups my breast through the thin fabric of my dress and squeezes. The other runs down my thigh and yanks the dress up around my hips exposing my bare flesh to the cool night air. His rubs my ass, squeezing and kneading it.
“You think that it could ever be too much? That what happened today would scare me off?” He bites my ear, then moves to my throat. “Lucía, I’ll ruin anyone who tries to hurt you.”
I feel him lean his hips away and tear the zipper of his jeans as he pulls them down. It’s dark, but we’re outside, just off a main road. Anyone could drive by. I feel a surge of moisture at the thought. I turn my head and look around. “You looking around because you want to make sure no one sees?” He tips my hips back while dipping his hand inside my panties. “Or are you hoping someone will drive by while I’m fucking you?” I grind myself against his fingers and a moan rips from my throat.
“Yeah. You like that.” He laughs and then grunts as he puts two of his thick fingers inside of me.
“You’re always so ready for me. Fuck. I need in you,” he says before his fingers leave me. He pushes my panties to the side and then with one strong thrust, enters me. His cock is hard and with every thrust he sends a jolt through me that runs from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. He grabs my waist with both hands and sets a punishing pace. I groan, long and low at the sensations he’s creating inside of me. “Tell me you love me,” he whispers frantically in my ear as he fucks me out in the open like our entire lives depended on it.
“I love you.” I manage to get out.
“Yes. You do. Don’t fucking doubt us. I’m not going anywhere.” He pants in my ear. One of his hands leaves my hips and circles around to find my clit. It’s pulsing and when he touches it, I feel my orgasm start to build.
“Shit, yes. Come for me, baby,” Reece mumbles in my ear. He keeps talking but I don’t understand a word. I’m lost to my climax and soon Reece is, too. He shudders and groans at my back as he comes. His finger digging into my hips so tightly that I know I’ll be bruised there tomorrow.
He lays over me for a few minutes when he’s done, breathing hard as he pulls out of me.
“Stay right there,” he says as he runs over to his side and comes back with a hand full of tissues. He kneels in front of me, lifts my dress up and wipes me clean.
Still on his knees, he looks up at me. His eyes have lost the anger and helplessness, but the love and promise remain.
“I’m not going anywhere, Luc. Unless you’re coming with me.”
I stroke his face with my hand, caressing his cheek and looking back into the eyes that have come to be a compass for me. I look at them when I need to find my true north.
He’s it. And I need to fix things so that I can be a real partner to him. Before I started this journey, I’d thought about coming out of the shadows and finding my path to citizenship or at least to legal residency. My life has been a series of dramatic events that propelled me in a direction I have little control over. I don’t want this to be like that. I want to plan and do it, and give myself the best shot at being granted re-entry.
37
Reece
“I’m going to call that immigration lawyer tomorrow. See if I can get an appointment,” Lucía says as we lay in bed, she’s drifting off and I was too, but at her words, I’m suddenly wide awake.
“Okay . . .” I respond not sure what else to say.
“I just need advice, Reece. I need to know what my options are.”
“Options?” I repeat, dumbly.
“Yes, my options for trying to change my status. I can’t live like this anymore.”
“I understand; do you want me to help you find someone?” I ask calmly, even though my mind is screaming “no.” I know she needs to do this. I’m just afraid of what happens when we open this door.
