May to December

Chapter Sixteen

I had Letty pressed up against the tile of the shower wall, her legs wrapped around me, her full breasts rubbing against my chest, and my lips locked on hers as tongues dueled each other for dominance. Taking myself in hand, I rubbed against her soaked heat, feeling her warmth easily over the heat of the water that was beating down my back.

I pulled myself back from the kiss so that I could speak against her lips. "Are you ready for this, baby?"

"You know I am," Letty said before she moved to attack my neck with kisses.

I was poised at her entrance, about to finally sink home inside her...when the motherfucking doorbell rang.

"Someone's gonna die," I declared as I carefully and regretfully set my old lady back on her feet.

"Go see who it is." Letty shut off the water. "At this time of the night, it's probably important."

She was right, but I was in infuriated. I quickly toweled off and threw my jeans back on before going to answer the door. His temper wasn't improved by who I found standing on my porch.

"What are you doing here, Emily?" I ran a hand over my face. I had the worst fucking luck. Letty was not going to like this.

"Do the Mayans know anything about who took my son?" Emily demanded to know. "I know you guys work for Miquel."

"No, we don't," I corrected her. "We just handle shit for him from time to time. And if we knew anything, we would have told him."

"She doesn't trust her hubby to tell her the truth," Letty's voice appeared beside me. She didn't sound angry, which I hoped meant that she knew I had nothing to do with this little visit. "How sad."

"Who are you?" Emily demanded haughtily.

Because I could hear a nasty (literally and figuratively) response coming from Letty, I stepped in before she could open her mouth. "This is my old lady, Letty." I wrapped my arm around my girl's waist. She was only wearing my old Stanford t-shirt and a pair of panties, and I knew it had to be making Emily uncomfortable.

"Well, can she maybe go home so we can speak privately, please?"

This time the question was so snotty and dismissive that I made no attempt to keep Letty silent. Instead, I gave an encouraging squeeze to her waist.

"Sure!" Letty responded cheerfully. She looked around the pretended to be shocked by her surroundings. "Would you look at that? I'm already here."

"The house was a gift from her dad," I explained to a seriously deflated-looking Emily. "And I', not your personal spy inside the Mayans. That's my club. They have my loyalty. Go home and talk to your husband." I closed the door in her face, already thinking of ways to use this visit against her.