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What it means, though, is that Carlos is spending the next two weeks up in New York before being shipped back here. It’s getting harder to figure out an excuse for why it’ll all have to be postponed, to the point where I think telling Mimi’s mom about the baby might give us a break. But it’d all be about the baby. So we’re waiting until after the funeral to tell her.
All that business of Carlos is just a twisting knife that keeps reminding Mimi and I about him and his exit. I feel horrible. Like it’s my fault and mine alone. I should’ve just told him the truth earlier. At the party. I should’ve asked him more about his troubles. I shouldn’t have let him fall like I did…
But that kind of talk is too hard on myself. It’s too late too. I’d just be torturing myself with misplaced guilt over his death. It’s all denial anyway, I suppose. I’m not ready to let go and let it be real. I need to stop these bastards trailing Mimi and I. I need to solve this problem so I can get back to work. I need to kill these fucking Russians. For Mimi. For me. For her mother’s and our own kids' safety too.
Before long, the exit for our old neighborhood, comes up and I’m checking my mirror as I indicate and veer off the big, sprawling road. I count who's coming with me. Who’s been with me since merging, and who continues on…
There have been a few cars driving with me since Lauderdale, and most have either left or kept going after I hit the exit lane. But four of them come down the off ramp with me.
Enough to hide amongst, I think. My pulse is steady, and I look between my mirrors as we wait for the lights. None of them appear to be interested in me. They all look normal. They all look like people getting somewhere.
It turns green, and we head through. It’s a short cycle and already turning yellow by the time we curl around onto the right hand side. I spot a car coming down the off-ramp and screeching to a stop. It’s a hatchback-like thing, but from this distance, I can’t tell who’s driving.
I try to put the whole thing out of my mind. No one has followed me the whole drive here. Nothing has happened in the last few days to confirm anything. It’s literally my own paranoia, and I start to feel pretty stupid about it.
Even with all this thinking, I still take back roads to Mimi’s mother’s home. The five- minute drive turns into twenty, and by the time I pull up in front of the house, Mimi has finished the drink in her hand.
“This was for you,” she says, handing me an empty cup glass with plenty of condensation around it. “It was an iced tea. But you took too long, so I had to drink it.”
“That's not a problem.” I lean down and kiss her as she’s rising up. It’s hot and humid weather out and I’ve got a sweat mustache. Mimi pulls away.
“Gross,” she wipes her mouth. “But, I guess I still love you.”
We grin and she opens the door.
“How’re you guys today?” I ask. It’s our code word for asking about the baby, but it could mean her mother too.
“Good,” Mimi says. She turns quickly. “Mom’s asleep,” she whispered. “Decided to nap after lunch.”
“Just us for an afternoon snack then?”
“Just us,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the door.
Despite the boiling weather, the house is relatively cool. An old house like this should’ve been boiling. Mimi brings me through to the darkened back room of the home, her new room is quite cool. It’s also at the other end of the house from her mother.
She grabs my bulge immediately, and I run my hands up her tingling arms. Gooseflesh bumps against my fingers as I rip her shirt up and expose her breasts. I pull up a breast and draw upon the nipple as she wrenches my pants down and grabs my cock by the base. I don’t even have time to react before she drops to her knees, sucking my dick.
I rip off my shirt and waddle backwards, while she keeps sucking, to close the door. “You’ve been that keen, huh?” I whisper.
Mimi doesn’t answer and instead sucks harder. My cock is throbbing and is harder than cement. I pull her head up and we kiss our way back to her bed. In the dim light, shadows and glimpses of her body dance in my mind as the light bounces off of and plays off of her curves. I pull down her pants, and we collapse as a mound of flesh and passion.
She guides the head of my penis to her entrance and slicks the head slightly before I slide in.
A moan escapes her into my ear, and I pull slowly out, only to thrust back in again.
“Ohh,” she gasps. “We have to keep quiet.”
“You have to keep quiet,” I shoot back.
Mimi bites her lip and pulls me down onto her. I hold off on my hands slightly, kissing her neck and pivoting with my hips. I drive up into her, pressing our hips together and pushing her along the mattress. She lets out a sigh of pleasure.
“You like that?”
“You know I love it.” She leans up toward my ear. “I just wish we could get the handcuffs out.”
I kiss my way down her neck and across her shoulder. I keep sliding out and then back in slowly, building it up. I kiss down her collarbone and across her chest. I lightly roll her nipples between my teeth as I begin stroking faster. She claws her fingers across my back as she angles her hips upward and I pound into her. She bites her lip, and I feel my cock absolutely humming.
She takes one of her breasts in her hand and begins rubbing her clit with the other. “I know you like this,” she utters.
