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“Nothing,” he says more quietly.
“It’s early yet. Her body has been under a great deal of stress. I’m sure—”
“Nothing is sure, Judge. Nothing.”
It’s despair now.
“Give her time.”
“My sister. I can’t come right now. I know it’s been a long time, but I can’t.”
“I told Mercedes what happened. She’s worried about you. About Ivy.”
He snorts.
“It’s true, Santiago. And she’ll understand if you can’t visit. She’s doing well. Be reassured in that.”
“Thank you. I need…” He trails off. I’ve never heard him so distracted. Never seen him so beside himself like he was the night I saw him at the hospital beside his comatose wife.
“You go take care of your wife now. I’ll take care of Mercedes. Call me if there’s any change.”
We disconnect and I set the phone aside to dry off. Abel ran his sister down. His pregnant sister. I think about my own family. My brother. Would he do the same to me? To Mercedes? To an extent he did. He hurt her to punish me. The only difference between Theron and Abel’s actions is that Abel hates his sister as much as he hates Santiago. I don’t think Mercedes matters much to Theron.
Is one of those things worse than the other?
I step out of the bathroom and am surprised to find Mercedes sitting on my bed dressed to ride texting someone on her new phone.
“Do you knock?” I ask, remembering her very question.
She wraps up what she’s typing out, smiles at whatever the response is probably from fucking Georgie, then deigns to look up at me.
“I did. You didn’t hear.”
“That so?” I walk past her, not missing how her eyes drop to the line of hair that disappears beneath the towel at my stomach. I grin. She’s not immune to me, no matter how much she wants to believe she is. I make my way to the closet.
“You took a long shower. What were you doing in there?”
I pull on a pair of briefs, then my riding pants, take a button-down off the hanger, and put it on. I approach her as I fold the cuffs. “Jerking my dick to thoughts of you on your knees sucking me off.” I brush past her. Her nipples scrape my arm through her blouse, and I suppress a groan of need.
I’ve eaten her pussy out night after night, and I’m not complaining, but jerking myself off in the shower is getting a little old. She’s trying to prove a point and make me believe it’s only about getting off. Like a man, she’s quick to get dressed when she’s done without giving a fucking thought to me or the state I might be in.
But I see how she looks at the swell of my neglected dick in my riding pants. It’s just a matter of time.
“I will never kneel for you again, Judge,” she says too late.
I push silver links through my cuffs, then turn to button my shirt as I study her. “Never say never, Mercedes. You don’t want to tempt the gods.”
“I mean it. Never is never. It’ll just be you and your hand for the foreseeable future. Until you give me away that is.”
I grit my jaw. She knows exactly which buttons to push.
“And when I fail a virginity test—”
“You won’t fail. I’ll see to that.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you don’t have to worry about that.”
