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“Fuck me!” I demand, more beast than human myself.
“With pleasure.”
I’m impaled by Angel’s thick hardness in a single thrust that nearly knocks me through the wall. I press up against the brick and take my pounding. The rippling of my ass against Angel’s six-pack sends shivers of pure pleasure raging through my once exhausted nerves.
Even my scraped arms feel as good as new as every inch of my mind focuses on the heat building between my legs. Angel’s grunts deepen and my whimpers go up an octave. I can feel him swelling inside of me as he uses me for a release of his own.
Sizzling warmth grows from my pelvis like light-speed vines; they wrap around my stomach, then my heart, then my throat. As the warmth reaches my brain, the dark and grimy world goes a clean white. All sound disappears as I implode with pure pleasure. Angel rips out of me and I feel the heat of his release splash over my backside. His cum is thick and hot and it marks my skin like a branding iron.
... Slowly, the world returns around me.
I sigh in satisfaction, my eyelids heavy in the best kind of way.
“How was that?” Angel’s deep voice comes from behind. What remains of my wedding dress lays tattered on the ground below. Good. I can’t wait to get out of this prisoner’s uniform.
“It was perfect,” I whisper.
Angel slaps my ass and I’m snapped from my content daze. “Not perfect,” he teases. “But we’re getting there.”
I find my panties on the alley floor. They’re too dirty to put back on, so I decide to go commando. “We should get going...” I whisper, as I follow Angel over to a half-covered manhole.
“Yeah, that was nice, but we have something more important waiting for us.”
“I know...” I haven’t forgotten about our son. A little whirlwind of shame crosses my soul as I think about how Angel and I just wasted this time fucking when we should have been racing back to Oscar. He’ll be alone for a little longer now because of our selfish desires.
No, not selfish, I tell myself. Necessary.
Angel and I now know where we stand. Everything may have changed since the last time we fucked, but our feelings haven’t. He’s pounded away the last bits of resentment I had for him for not coming sooner. Sure, some of it’s still there, but it’s nothing compared to what it was even just yesterday. My doubt has been cut in half; my hope has been doubled—and all it took was a hard fuck in a dirty alleyway.
“Are you sure it’s this one?” I ask, not recognizing the door—though, to be fair, down here, they all look the same.
“It doesn’t hurt to try.” Angel knocks three times on the door tucked into the side of the underground tunnel. We both wait with bated breath. I have little doubt that Oscar is safe—I trust Juan and Lady more than anybody—but it’s been so long since I’ve been allowed to see my baby boy. The same thing happens every time I come visit; the closer I get, the more my absence hurts.
Like a dream, three soft knocks come from the other side of the door. My shoulders slink in relief. I rush by Angel just as he responds with two soft knocks of his own.
The door rattles open and I burst inside. “Catalina!” Lady’s voice is filled with shock. I let my hand fall on her shoulder as I scan the room for my baby boy. I spot him in his booster chair.
“Mama!”
My heart busts.
“Ozzy!” He’s in my arms and against my cheek before I dare take another breath. His happy gurgles fill me with joy; I smother him in kisses.
“Mama! Mama!” he begs, squirming under my tight grip.
“I’m back.” And I’m never leaving again. I don’t stay that last part out loud. After all I’ve been through, I know not to make promises like that, not to someone as innocent as my Oscar. I only make promises I know I can keep. Mommy promises she will always love you. Mommy promises that she never stops thinking of you. Those are things I can control, but I don’t dare promise what I can’t control. Even with Angel’s return, and the city at his back, I’ve been through enough hell to know that freedom and success is never guaranteed.
I give Oscar a reprieve from my smooches and instead hold him in a vice grip of motherly love. His innocent scent wafts into my nostrils and puts my mind at ease—then I feel Angel’s strong presence on my back and I can’t help but tighten back up.
I’ve never thought about how this would work—us, as parents. Can I even share my baby boy with anyone?
“Boo-boo,” Oscar calls, reaching between Angel and I, towards the kitchen fridge. I turn around and flip him over in my arms. “Boo-boo,” he calls out again. His green eyes are fixed on Angel.
“It sounds like he wants you to fetch him dinner,” I half-laugh.
“I guess he thinks I’m his butler,” Angel smirks.
“That’s a good enough start.”
