Chapter 12 #2
Alejandra tosses around until she’s curled behind me, one arm draped lazily around my waist, her body pressed tightly against mine.
Her breath is warm against the back of my neck, and her hand rests just below my belly, fingers twitching.
I freeze every time it happens—my entire body tense like a live wire.
As much as I wish it didn’t, my brain replays that almost-kiss, extending it until our lips crash together, but my mind doesn’t stop there.
I imagine how soft her lips would feel on mine.
Warm, maybe a little hesitant at first, but then the sensation would turn into something that burns.
I picture her fingers tracing lightly against my skin, igniting every nerve.
Even just imagining it sends a rush through me, leaving my body aching and a molten heat pooling low and deep.
I open my eyes and exhale, trying to rein it in, to calm the fire spreading through me, but then I feel her fingers move across my skin, and she pulls me closer.
Is she awake?
Alejandra’s face nuzzles into my neck, sending a delicious shiver down my spine, making my nipples harden, shooting a pulse of heat straight between my thighs, where I’m already soaked and my clit is throbbing with a need so intense it’s impossible to ignore.
I hold my breath, waiting for her to say something, for her lips on my neck, for any bit of movement. Every second feels unbearable. But then her fingers still, and her grip loosens.
I turn, confused, but then I realize Alejandra is asleep. Definitely asleep.
I stare at the ceiling, feeling ridiculous for thinking otherwise. I bite back a laugh, but the heat in my body doesn’t go anywhere. And having Alejandra wrapped around me isn’t helping. My fingers ache thinking about what it would have felt like to touch her tonight, to feel her under me.
I shift in bed, trying to put some space between us, but the heat coming off her makes it impossible to think straight.
If anything, it intensifies the desire. My mind won’t shut up; it’s locked on her, on this need that’s been building, and the longer I fight it, the stronger it gets.
I need to deal with it now before it completely takes over.
I slip out of bed as quietly as I can, careful not to wake Alejandra. In the dim light, I grab my vibrator from my bathroom and tiptoe out of my room into the bathroom down the hall. The last thing I need is for her to wake up to the buzz.
I close the door softly behind me and lock it, the click sounding louder than it should be. The bathroom light is too harsh, so I leave it off, letting the faint glow from the hallway seep in under the door.
I turn the shower on, twisting the handle until the water runs hot. Steam starts to rise almost immediately.
I strip slowly and step under the spray, letting the water hit my shoulders and slide down my back.
I press my back to the wall, eyes closed, letting the heat work its way into my skin. My hand moves without much thought now, guided more by instinct than intention. All I can see is Alejandra, the shape of her mouth, the gentle curve of her hips.
The water beats down, steady, but it’s nothing compared to the rhythm building inside me. I imagine what it would feel like if it were her hand instead of mine. Her hand gliding past my waist, fingers teasing toward the fire building deep in my core.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ve never let myself indulge in fantasies of Alejandra, but tonight I can’t help it. I need the edge to soften, the pressure to ease.
Every part of me aches for her, so I let the feeling take over. As I press the vibrator to where I need it most, I think of Alejandra, how she might taste, the sounds she would make as my fingers traced every inch of her skin, her mouth on every inch of mine.
I bite my lip to keep her name from slipping through. My head rests against the cool tile, the world dissolving around me until everything fades—except her: her name, the pulse between my legs, and the pressure building inside me until it breaks.
A low knock stirs us awake, followed by Lala’s voice calling through the door, telling us to get up.
I try to stretch, but my body feels like liquid—limbs heavy, skin still buzzing from last night. I’ve never come so hard on my own before, and now my body feels wrung out, tender in the most delicious way.
“We’re awake,” Alejandra calls back.
“Perfect. Mija, can you come help me with something real quick?” Lala says gently.
Alejandra groans, but she stands and heads for the door.
“I was putting a few of my things away and accidentally turned this thing on that I can’t get to turn off,” Lala says.
“Holy fuck,” Alejandra shouts, panicked.
I join them, but the second I peek over her shoulder, I freeze, and I think I might die of embarrassment.
My cheeks burn as Lala holds up my rose vibrator, buzzing in her hand.
This is what I get. I knew it was a bad idea. The gods aren’t just punishing me, they’re humiliating me.
“Is this . . . a massager?” Lala asks as she uses the suction against her palm.
My blood runs cold. I glance at Alejandra, who is looking at me with wide eyes, then at Lala, whose face is entirely innocent.
The room feels as if it’s shrinking. Alejandra’s face is turning that shade of white I’ve only seen when she’s about to pass out as we both repeatedly watch Lala press the pulsing vibrator against her palm.
She slowly tugs at it, letting it suction on to her skin, watching with mild curiosity as it clings and releases.
“Alejandra,” I manage to squeak, but I can feel her entire soul screaming in agony, and I think she might die right here, right now.
“Here,” I say, quickly snatching it from Lala’s hands. I press it against my chest in some frantic attempt to hide it, but the damn thing is still vibrating—loudly.
I fumble with it for a few seconds, trying to turn it off, but I can no longer remember how to do it. Alejandra takes it from my hands, and it falls silent at last.
Lala tilts her head and studies us curiously, but whatever she’s thinking, she doesn’t say, and I’m grateful. She does, however, stretch her hand out. “Would you like me to put it back in the bathroom?”
“No!” Alejandra and I both shout in unison.
Lala’s eyebrows shoot up. “Okay,” she says. “I will go make some breakfast, then.” She turns toward the kitchen, and when the door closes behind her, I collapse, all my bones suddenly turned to jelly.
“What the fuck,” I say from the floor, looking up at Alejandra, who’s still frozen in place.
A few seconds later, Alejandra finally blinks, but she still looks like she’s processing a near-death experience. “Did that really happen?” she asks.
I groan, throwing an arm over my face. “No. We imagined it. A shared hallucination.”
Alejandra lets out a strangled laugh, running a hand through her hair. “She suctioned her palm with your vibrator,” Alejandra says a little louder than I’d like her to, and I pull on her hand to bring her down as I shush her, but she barely even registers my tug.
“Don’t say it out loud,” I beg, squeezing my eyes shut. But she doesn’t hear me.
“She thought it was a massager. A massager.” She pauses, then shudders. “I think I stopped breathing for a full minute.”
“You looked as if you were watching your soul leave your body.”
“I was,” she groans. “That was my soul, Clara. Leaving. Gone. Goodbye.” Alejandra finally collapses onto the floor next to me, exhaling sharply. We sit in silence for a few minutes before she suddenly turns her head and locks eyes with me.
“What was that doing in the spare bathroom?”
I groan. “I used it last night and took it into the bathroom. I must have left it in there after I cleaned it.” My entire face goes crimson as the tips of my ears start burning and heat blooms in my cheeks.
“You used it last night? After we got in bed? Why did you go to the other bathroom?”
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
“And you couldn’t wait until you showered today?” she laughs.
“No, I definitely couldn’t,” I reply, letting out a shaky laugh of my own, remembering how intensely I’d wanted her, knowing there was no way I’d have been able to sleep next to her like that.
“Damn, you must have really liked Olivia,” Alejandra says, staring down at her feet.
I freeze, my laugh catching in my throat.
“I—uh.” I sit up, my face somehow getting hotter. “Yeah, Olivia,” is all I say as I look away, suddenly very interested in the carpet.