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"You know how impatient she gets. Tell me if you want me to spank you."
"I'll talk to you later." I turn around and wiggle my ass. I put an extra oomph in my step as I sashay away.
His groan reaches my ears right before I unlock the door. At least, I won't be the only one with an ache tonight.
* * *
Saona
I move around my kitchen, making drinks for us like I do twice every week but this is different. Sierra keeps playing with her hair and now has pulled it tight, away from her face. The heavy black eyeliner frames her eyes in a sexy and delicate look. She moves around my living room like it's the first time she's been here and not like the person who helped me pick out most of the pieces.
"Who were you talking to?"
My hands pause on the lime I just cut. I haven't told her about Jax. He's been my secret for almost three months now, because, what the hell is he exactly?
"Let me save you the lie you're about to tell me. I know it has to be a man and he's probably the one that keeps sending you the texts that make you giggle all the time but you won't share."
She's always been able to see right through me, which pisses me off. "I wasn't going to lie. His name is Jax."
"LikeSons of Anarchy? Does he live up to that name?"
I pour theBrugalinto our tumblers and take them to the living room. I sit on one end of the couch and she takes the other. The game is playing on low on the big TV. She sips slow and stares at me, narrowed-eyed, like she's dissecting me. Since I was three and she was five, that look has made me fold and blab. It's not going to work today.
"I'll tell you about Jax later. You need to tell me what's wrong."
Her smile falters and she takes a second sip, a large one this time.
"Remember when you asked me how I stay with Edwin?" Her voice is foreign, like when she tells stories to her kids.
"Yes."
"He's been playing dad all day. I've been gone since early in the morning. I only went back for an hour to shower and kiss my babies and left again to come here."
I frown. My brother-in-law never spends that much time alone with their kids. Unless he has other reasons. "Tell me it's not what I'm thinking."
She laughs, "Of course it is. He's feeling guilty. This time it’s some chick in Yonkers. Every day he moves farther into the suburbs."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm used to this and years ago, I learned to get mine."
"What do you mean?"
Her face reddens a bit and she looks down at her hands. "Remember my old boyfriend Jose from Washington Heights?"
TheTiguere—our mother's Dominican word for hoodlum, hustler, hooligan or anyone who wasn't the dress-up or kiss-her-ass type—was the bad boy that drove Mom crazy until she pulled every stop to keep my sister away from him. "You're back with him."
"Nah, I'm just fucking him. And he’s the only one. I haven't slept with Edwin since the baby was born."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you are the good girl,Manita, the faithful kind. I didn't think you could understand and I was afraid that you would look at me different."
"I've never judged you." It's the truth. I’ve always envied my sister's personality, and her don't-give-a-fuck attitude.
"The first time he cheated, it hurt so bad. Remember? I wanted to kill him when he showed up at the hospital. I hated Mom for so long for stepping in and saying he had a right to be in the room when I wanted him gone. Thank God you were there."
Our mother has never fully recovered from the way Sierra chose me over her to be in the room when she gave birth. Edwin had to go stand in a corner, far from the bed.
