Page 244 of Tell Me Lies

“It looks fantastic.”

Since he continued to convalesce from malaria, they took the trip in two hitches, spending a night in Wichita, Kansas. The next day, Sunday, they rolled into Guymon, Oklahoma. The Manhattan socialite, the wealthy woman who had never eaten fast food until they traveled west, the daughter of well-known Broadway theater folk, Cecily gawked with delight. Javier had to admit the town wasn’t so bad, after all.

“It’s wonderful, like something from a movie.”

She repeated the sentiment over a Mexican spread of tamales, enchiladas, and more at Jorge’s, all made from Mami’s recipes.

“I promise it’s real,” Jorge told her with a laugh. “Now, your house, that’s like a Hollywood dream.”

“It’s not,” Javier argued. “It’s got Western style and space to raise a family.”

Ava grinned. “When’s the wedding?”

Javier and Cecily exchanged glances. “As soon as we can get a license. It won’t be fancy. I don’t care about the wedding. The marriage is what’s important.”

“Amen to that,” Jorge said.

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Cecily and Javier were married at Thanksgiving, in their new house, before the massive stone fireplace. Javier’s mother came along with Josie’s family and Jorge’s. Jorge served as best man and since Cecily had few friends, Ava was her sole attendant. Their wedding reception was a Thanksgiving feast with both traditional American and Mexican dishes. For dessert, there was no pumpkin pie but a wedding cake.

Mami hugged Javier. “I’m glad you’ve settled down and moved out of the city. I might leave Miami, come to Flagstaff with Josie or even here. I’m tired of urban living.”

“We have room for you here, if you didn’t mind living with us,” Cecily told her mother-in-law. Javier hid a grin. It seemed his bride would get the family she wanted with his and he would make fucking sure she had her happily ever after.

After everyone had gone home and the mess had been cleared, Jorge lingered. The two brothers smoked cigarillos on the wide back porch while the bride prepared for her wedding night.

“Now you need a job,” Jorge told him, blowing a perfect smoke ring.

“I’ll figure that out in time.”

“And kids, you need some kids.”

Javier grinned. So far, they hadn’t told anyone but he shared the news with his brother.

“We’ve got that project started. Cecily’s pregnant, due in May.”

His brother pounded him on the back and shouted with delight. “That’s awesome! Fast work, though.”

Javier smiled. He wasn’t going to admit, even to his brother, that he’d taken Cecily without protection and that although he never dreamed he’d want a child, fate had other plans. Now the baby represented their love and their future.

“Why wait?” he said.

“No reason. Isn’t Cecily waiting for you now?” He snuffed out his cigar.

“Yes, thank you. I’ll call you, maybe tomorrow.”

“No hurry, hermano. You’re finally home.”

In their spacious bedroom upstairs, Cecily had lit many candles. Their soft glow illuminated her lying on the bed, naked and ready. The small swell of her belly pleased him as he shucked out of his garments.

“Come love me, husband.”

“I do and will, forever, Mrs. Morales.”

Javier came to her and kissed her mouth with tenderness. He cherished her body with his hands, caressing and stroking with gentleness. His mouth rained kisses down her throat, on both breasts, and on her belly, where his child grew. His desire grew and she spread her legs wide for him. He slid into her with finesse, his dick savoring the now familiar feel of her box around him.

He settled into place and rode her but with regard for the precious cargo within. Cecily had told him it was too early to matter and that nothing they did would harm the baby, but Javier wanted to use care.

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