The Delivery (25 page)

Chapter 36

M
ozey is reclined in the hospital bed, his brown skin in striking contrast to the white sheets and white room.

I sit in the chair next to the bed and reach over, sliding my fingers through his. His eyelids flutter when I touch him.

“Is that you, Doc?” he murmurs.

“It is.”

“Did he leave yet?”

“Who? Your father?”

Mozey’s lids fly open, and he struggles to focus as his dilated eyes adjust to the bright room.

“What the hell time is it, Lana?”

“It’s just after four in the morning.”

Mozey groans and makes a big deal of stretching his arms and rolling his head to loosen his neck.

“Why did it have to be your kidney, Mo?”

“Minimizes any chance of rejection. Why, what did he tell you?” he asks, finally looking at me. His eyes are wide and innocent, he’s already anticipating my anger.

“Was the border crossing story even real?”

“That’s a true story, Doc. Think I could make something that ugly up in my head?”

“Of course you could, you’re an artist.”

“The only part I censored was that my mom and I both knew the guy who opened up the back of the truck. He chose the money over us, but Brisa came in handy when his new wife wanted to start a family. The man who opened the door was the same guy who slammed it closed again to shut out the light.”

I cringe at the revelation. It only makes the trauma worse. I hate Beto Miramontes. I wish I’d just taken the opportunity to spit on his stupid silk shirt. Mozey’s voice sounds scratchy from the meds. His eyes are dilated and his hair for the first time isn’t Pantene-commercial perfect.

“What else did you lie to me about?”

“Hmm, let’s see?”

“I’m serious, Moisés! Don’t ever keep anything from me.”

“I’m not a liar, Lana. I swear to God I’m not.”

“Whatever wasn’t the truth. I need to hear it.”

“That day in your office at Pathways, when I said I didn’t think you were pretty. I always thought you were beautiful.”

“Pffft. Okay. That’s stupid, what else?”

“When I told you I got in early to stock the classrooms, I did stock them, but only after I picked the lock.”

I can’t help but smile even though I’m fighting it with every muscle in my face.

“I had your home address before I took the bus to Detroit. I lifted it from the housing court letter on your desk.”

He covers his face with his hands but I can see the creep of a smile through his splayed fingers.

My face has given up against the smile, but tears are running down my face, and I’m fighting the urge to punch him, only because he’s an invalid.

“The basement sucked, but, it wasn’t that bad on the couch that night. You’re mom got up and gave me extra blankets. I really just wanted to feel your butt.”

I laugh out loud at that one, and my hand flies up to hit his arm.

“You want to know the biggest one of all?”

“No, I say. Shut up!”

“The other night in the hotel…”

“Yeah?”

“When I said,
it’s all right, we don’t have to fuck
,”

“Uh-huh.”

“That was a lie, Lana. We do have to fuck.” Mozey licks his lips and smiles at me. It’s the warmest, most handsome smile I’ve ever seen. And it’s all mine. Mozey’s hand reaches toward me, and he grasps the arm of the chair I’m perched on dragging it screeching across the floor until it’s flush with the bar of the hospital bed. His muscle flexes in his arm, and I watch it, thinking how strong he is in all the ways that matter. He props himself up on an elbow and grabs the back of my neck. He pulls my smile to his smile, his deep brown eyes soaking up all of me. I want to drink in his beauty. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough. He brings his lips to meet mine and slowly begins to ask my forgiveness through the depth of his kiss. I melt into him, both body and mind syncing into his rhythm.

“That stencil of you in TJ with the eyebrows,” Mozey murmurs into our kiss. I can feel his teeth against my lips as he smiles into my mouth.

“Okay, that’s enough,” I say and kiss him so hard that he falls back against the pillow.

Mozey spent just that night in the hospital, and I slept in the chair. We said a bittersweet goodbye to Brisa in the morning with promises to visit. The guards said they would escort us back to the hotel but beyond checkout we’d be on our own. We flew out to Detroit in the afternoon. I asked Mo what he would do about a permanent visa. The Miramontes had secured him a green card so we could stay in the States. Money can buy you anything, including family and organs and country of origin.

He cheekily replied, “Marry you.”

“Do you only like me because I’m easy?”

“Do you only like me because I’m a minor celebrity? And Doc, you’re
anything
but easy.”

“You’re the one who’s hard to deal with.”

“I am hard,” Mozey said and brushed my hand over his groin.

We are ridiculously happy and silly and riffing off of nervous energy.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. While you were dosing in anesthesia, Obama changed up the whole immigration policy.”

“Are you shitting me?”

“Nope. You also missed race wars brought on by police brutality and apparently, it’s now okay for us, and every other American to go to Cuba.”

“How long was I out for?”

“Nearly a decade. But it’s cool because now you’re older than me.”

Lex picked us up at the airport, and I made sure that our reunion was the one of the greatest in the books. Complete with yelling his name when I was at the top of the ramp and running all the way down, checking other people so that I could throw myself into his arms.

“Lex!” I yelled when I reached him. “I’ve missed you so much!”

Mozey took his time with the one bag we had between us. He clapped Lex on the back in a brotherly sort of hug,

“Dude, your sister is fucking nuts.”

“Mom and Dad are coming to my place for dinner. I’ve got the futon in the living room for you two to sleep on. Mom is bringing blini. Dad said to tell Mo he’s bringing vodka.”

“Yes!” Mozey said, raising both arms above his head. “Too bad I can’t have any, says my one lonely kidney. Let’s stop at a hardware store on the way to your place.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. He brings my hand to his mouth and gently bites the tips of my fingers.

I throw an arm around both of them, so overjoyed to finally be home.

Chapter 37

W
e didn’t even get to make love that night. We ate and drank too much. Mozey ended up calling a cab for my parents well after two in the morning. We were once again sleeping on the floor in someone else’s house, but there’s no way I could have been any happier.

In the morning I dragged myself to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I put on a pot of coffee and read the note Lex had taped to the refrigerator.

Be back around 6:30. Help yourselves to anything. Welcome home!

Lex

The only thing I want to help myself to is the man on the futon.

Back into the living room, I stand and marvel at Mozey’s shirtless form. He sleeps so peacefully, breathing evenly with rays of morning sunshine splaying across his body. They create golden streaks of light that illuminate stripes on his skin. His legs are twisted poetically in the sheets. He looks like an angel. But that’s just asleep, because once I wake him up, I know he’ll be a demon in bed.

I tease him with feather kisses along his neck all the way to his mouth. Then I nibble and bite my way back down again, his warm skin tasting like honey to my tongue. He smiles without opening his eyes. I untwist the sheets and pull them off him until his whole form is exposed. I drink in the beauty of his hard, sculpted body before taking his gorgeous cock in my mouth. I slide my lips up the rock solid length of him, creating suction as I go. He’s thick and so engorged, precum is already salting my tongue. He groans and smiles again, with his eyes still closed. His hands fly up to rest causally behind his head. He’s letting me worship him, allowing me to savor my very first taste of him.

My fist pumps the base of his shaft in rhythm with my mouth. I cup his balls and feel their loaded weight in the palm of my hand. I bob my head as his hips thrust into my face, until he’s so tense and hard against my tongue, I can tell he’s minutes away. I pull back and sit up, my legs curling underneath me, smiling at Mozey’s body, at his amazing erection—at finally having the taste of him in my mouth.

Mozey squints one eye open and smiles back at me. He raises his eyebrow like he’s curious about why I’ve stopped and now I’m staring. He raises himself from the futon and tackles me. His full weight crushes me down on the opposite end of the bed. He parts my thighs with his knees and teases my breast with his tongue until my nipple is hard and hot in his glorious mouth. He rubs the length of his stiff cock over my entry that’s swollen with longing and slick from desire. He pushes just the head in and my hips thrust forward in desperation. I could easily come from this teasing alone. We’ve been denied one another’s bodies for so long that the anticipation is enough to make me combust. He slides in to the hilt. I gasp louder than I mean to and bite down on my lip. My muscles expand and contract to make room for him. My neck arches back at the rush of finally feeling him. I try to roll my hips against him, but Mozey holds me still and struggles not to grin.

“Doc, you’re so eager to fuck me,” he says smugly.

“So…” I say defensively.

“So…tell me how bad you want it.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, Moisés. Just fuck me. Please, please fuck me!” I groan, my fingernails digging into his hips.

He thrusts into me hard enough to make me scream out in surprise. Then lowering his mouth to my neck he nibbles my collarbone and gently nips at my throat.

“Niña,” he whispers into my ear, “I’ve waited so long for this. You feel so good. Even better than I dreamed you would.”

He fucks me hard with an intense but steady pace. Hitting me at just the right spot to make me writhe and cry out at the contact. His thrusts are just like his kiss, demanding and perfectly timed. I lose myself in the delicious and sweet symbiotic friction of his tongue and his cock. The look on his face delights me as he joins his body with mine. Mozey has the warmest eyes that dive right through me and swim straight to my heart. I melt all over and quiver as the tension builds and pressurizes my core.

“Will you always beg me to fuck you, Lana?”

“Yes!” I exclaim as he pounds my sensitive flesh, stoking the fire there, igniting it more.

I knew we would be beautiful together, but I didn’t know he’d be so fucking sexy, so huge, so hard, so accurate at hitting the precise spot with every single stroke of his cock.

“Every morning?”

I nod my head, yes.

“Every day, I want you to come for me.”

I can’t hold back the moans and the gasps as they escape me with a will of their own. My ascent toward bliss peaks as his thrusts increase, and I scream and mewl upon release, raking my nails down his back and biting his bottom lip hard. I can feel my aching muscles contracting over his hard shaft. Mozey grabs my ass with both hands and spasms inside me at full hilt. He looks into my eyes as he comes and that pushes us both over the edge. Our cries mingle in the rays of sunlight as my body arches to his bow. He strains, his hips pressing into mine one final time, then collapses his full weight onto my chest.

I lay underneath him, his head snuggled into my neck as I watch the dust slowly orbit the beams of sunlight. My mind has gone blank, my body is finally, sweetly tuned, in harmony with his. I slide my hands along the v of his hips, touching the edge of the sterile bandage covering one side of his abdomen. I run my hands over his ass, stroking up his back and massaging his broad shoulders. He growls and purrs like a happy cat. His body feels divine. I want to stay naked and tangled up with him forever.

I’m so grateful for second chances, for my family, for this man in my life.

Mozey’s breathing gets slightly huskier, evening out into a perfect roar in my ear. His voice is heavy with satisfaction when he says, “Wake me up when you’re ready to go again. And again. And again.”

I feel his cheek muscles flex where he’s resting along my breast. Mine flex at the same time. My smile, so perfectly aligned and in tune with his smile.