Page 37 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

Pleasure...

Heat...

Desire...

And love...

It’s everything I feel as he thrusts in and out of me, and I open up to receive him until I spasm and come. An instant later, he impales me one final time, and after a long groan, he falls limp on top of me.

I won’t let him go. I’m trembling as his body presses against me. He is wet from sweat, and I hug him even tighter.

Two minutes later, Eric rolls over on the bed and takes me with him so I’m on top of him. He loves doing that. He loves having me on top.

My hair is full of cake and chocolate, and we’re both still covered in the stuff.

“When my sister asks you if you liked the cake, say yes, or she’ll kill me,” I tell him.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” Eric says, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m completely convinced it’s the best cake I’ve ever had in my life.”

We both laugh. Five minutes later, the sugar begins to glue us together, and we get up and go straight to the shower. Passion overtakes us once more as we wash, and I get to make love with my German once again.

6

That afternoon, everyone except Juan Alberto, who went to see a potential client, is gathered at Pachuca’s restaurant. Eric has invited them to celebrate our one-month anniversary.

Before going to the restaurant, he gives me my gift. It’s in an envelope. Eric and his envelopes. I laugh and open it.

“Good for one complete motocross crew.”

He’s happy. His face, his eyes, his smile tell me everything is all right, and I am the happiest woman in the world. I cover him in kisses.

I am astonished we haven’t had a single argument since we got married. I have been thinking about calling the editors at theGuinness Book of World Records. Like our song says, if he says white, I say black, but we’ve been so happy so far. We’re in complete harmony, and I hope this lasts a long, long time.

My father is beaming because he has us all here, and I love seeing him happy. I’ve always thought he’s the best father in the world, and I feel confirmed in this with every passing day. He’s getting an express ticket to heaven just for putting up with my sister and me.

He and Eric get along marvelously, and I love that. I love seeing their complicity, and, even though it won’t always be in my favor, I don’t care. That ease between them is something my father never had with that pig of an ex-son-in-law.

Eric listens to him and doesn’t try to be clever with him, which pleases my father and pleases me even more.

It’s very clear they come from different social classes, but they both try to adapt to the circumstances, and that’s what I think I love about each of them: that they know how to be.

As we all sit at the table, I see Dexter eyeing some young men who’ve just come into the restaurant. Graciela’s just back from the bathroom when they whistle at her.

I love the way Dexter tries to look like a tough guy. I don’t know what’s going to happen between them, but something is going to happen. Dexter just needs a little time.

My sister seems more relaxed. After talking to her and hearing that my foolish ex-brother-in-law wants to get back together with her, I’m relieved when Raquel makes it clear that’s never going to happen. He’s already taken enough advantage of her, and she’s not going to give him another chance.

In addition, my father has convinced her to stay and live with him in Jerez, at least during baby Lucía’s first year. It sets back returning to Madrid and looking for work, but I think it’s an excellent idea. With my father, Raquel will live like a queen, even though they may want to strangle each other now and again.

Flyn and Luz have become very good friends during this vacation, and when I hear about some of their adventures, I can’t help but laugh. Every time someone mentions that we’re going back to Germany in a few days, they get sad, although they understand the school year will start up again shortly and that we all have to go back to our regular lives.

“Did you like the cake this morning?” my sister asks Eric as Pachuca brings out her cake.

Eric grins foolishly.

“It was the best cake I’ve ever had in my life,” he says.

Raquel is delighted with the compliment. “Well, whenever you like, let me know, and I’ll make you a lemon cake, which is also quite delicious,” she offers.

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