Page 46 of Velvet Deception

Before she could stop, I stood, keeping my thumb and fingers in her.

Glad to only be wearing shorts, I slid them down and let her stare hungrily at my thick cock jutting out and pointing at her.

And before she could fall back to that fear or get stuck in the worries flooding her mind, I turned her until she fell back on the bed.

“Eyes on…”

She nodded, already watching me greedily. Her legs parted wider, welcoming me home.

Home.

She was my home.

I leaned forward to drive into her and savor yet another new memory that would fill me in the absence of all the ones I’d lost.

19

SOFIA

“Mama, the Nativity scene isn’t looking good,” Ramon said from across the living room.

I winced, getting up and rushing over to reset the dilapidated structure. Since those two men broke in and destroyed the living room, I’d been trying to keep the traditional Nativity scene together. It had fallen, but glue helped to patch it mostly together.

Every house had one. We Colombians loved our displays of the holy gathering on baby Jesus’ birthday. This small scene had been made locally, homemade from the village where my parents had lived before I was born. My mother told me that they’d received this set as a wedding gift, to celebrate their first Christmas as a married couple. My father had found little ways to add to it, with moss and grass for a more realistic detail. My mother contributed too, so excited when she’d find a porcelain figurine of a wise man or donkey to supplement it.

I didn’t have much from my childhood, but I did treasure this. After their deaths, when I packed up their things to get rid of since I had no room to store it all, I made sure to secure thisset with abundant packing material. It was too precious and irreplaceable to lose.

Helping Ramon to shove a small dowel against the back of the replica of the barn didn’t seem to be a permanent solution, and I hated how upset it made me all over again.

Those bastards. The damn bastard druggies breaking in here and ruining my things, threatening me and my son.

“How about this?” Diego said gently as he came up beside me.

I hadn’t realized he’d come closer, but I sat back and watched him move the dowel to the back of the display and reinforce it better. A deep sigh escaped me as he helped me. He was ever observant, like Ramon, both of them careful to watch me and step up if I needed help. Diego didn’t like seeing me unhappy, and I felt blessed to have this man in my life, a caring, quick-to-comfort man who’d bend over backward to help me.

“I’m sorry they broke it,” he said softly.

“Me too.” A big part of what bothered me about those men breaking in and causing so much trouble on Noche de las Velitas was how they weren’t even the enemy I feared. I funneled so much time into hating the Cartel and fearing them. I hid from them the best I could while hoping the sheltered life I gave Ramon wouldn’t stifle him as a child.

But those two men hadn’t even been from the Cartel. They were just men. Ordinary, non-Cartel men.

It tempted me to assume thatallmen had to be bad, which was a hell of a depressing and gloomy mindset to have during what was supposed to be the happiest time of the year.

If it weren’t for Diego doting on me and supporting me—even if that meant pushing me sexually and challenging me to step outside of my comfort zone—I would’ve sunk further into a pit of despair and hatred than I already was.

“Maybe we can get another one,” Ramon said. “Not to replace it, but another one.” He grinned as he colored another page from his coloring book. “I’ll makethatthe number one gift I want on my list.”

Today was a rare gift in itself, and I shoved my anger about the break-in aside so I could appreciate the gift of being together. We could all spend this day as a… family. I was off work and Ramon wasn’t in school today. Between me and my son, we would finish decorating and setting out the last of our Christmas décor. Our tree would wait for Christmas Eve night, as usual, and I looked forward to bringing Diego into that tradition. Diego was deep into looking up how to set up and repair a new train set that we’d found thrown out on the side of the road. Even if it couldn’t run, it would look nice at the base of the tree.

“I thought you wanted a moped for Christmas,” Diego reminded him.

“I do. But another nativity set is just as important as that.”

Keep dreaming, kiddo.A moped was a great gift idea for a boy, but I couldn’t bring myself to get him one yet. I couldn’t stomach the fear of his riding it alone and being taken.

Our decorations were simple, but Ramon and I always made the most of what we had. As I brought more boxes out from my closet and the linen closet, we all three started a silly list of what we’d like for Christmas. They were jokes, and soon we were trying to one-up each other with the craziest, goofiest things wecould think up. The easygoing and entertaining mood reminded me of when we’d walked at night together. When we’d looked at Christmas lights and decorations outside and bantered back and forth about what our dream house would look like.

I paused in setting a box down on the coffee table, smiling as I watched Diego and Ramon joke and color together.

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