Witchcraft by Leslie Johnson

Author:Leslie Johnson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atrevida Publishing

Nine

Jose

Sophie’s comment regarding having the room for the rest of the day gave me an idea, and for a few seconds, I was ashamed at my way of thinking.

Still, my shame only lasted a few seconds. After that, I was texting Maritza and praying—not to mention getting aroused—that she would answer me soon.

“What are you doing?” I typed into my phone.

“Nada,” came her response.

“Free?”

“Sí.”

“Come to Amadores de Santander. I have a room for a few hours.”

My phone was silent for a few beats, and I thought perhaps she had put the details together and was offended that I would ask her to come to the bed I’d just shared with the American woman. If she didn’t answer soon, I’d know, but I needed her response so that I could call the restaurant and tell them I’d be late.

Finally, my phone vibrated, and I looked at the incoming message.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

I felt a swell within my groin at the anticipation of being with Martiza. I loved spending time with Sophie, and she’d shown me plenty when it came to making love, but I was beginning to see that I was merely a diversion for her, and I wanted more. Maritza held my future. She held my dreams, and when I allowed myself to dream, she held my children.

I called the restaurant and told them I’d be late; that my double shift would be more like one and a half, but I would still be there. For a moment, I felt guilty about doing what I scolded Flaco for doing so much, but then the picture of Maritza’s smiling blue eyes framed by her springy curls made me feel less guilty and more excited at seeing her.

Martiza knocked on the door, and when I opened it, she burst through and sprang into my arms giggling.

“What’s wrong, Papi? Old American woman couldn’t satisfy your youthful desires?” she chided.

I buried my face in her chest and licked the top of the valley between her breasts. “Something like that,” I said, feeling myself growing and already straining against my jeans. “I can’t afford to treat you to a place like this. I had an advantage, so I thought I’d take it. You deserve this just as much as any old American woman, Mari. And when we’re in America and free of this skunk-hole, then we’ll live in a place like this.”

She bent her head down to kiss my lips full-on, and I tasted the guava juice she’d had before she came over. “Do you really believe all that?” she asked me. “Do you really want all that still? With me?”

“I’ve only wanted it with you. Even when you left, my goal was the same, but I still wanted it to happen with you.”

I carried her over to the unmade bed and dropped her onto it playfully. Her laugh tickled my soul and rippled through my heart up into my throat and escaped in an echo of joy. This was love. I rested my hand on the skin of her midriff just underneath her white halter top.

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