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Shane felt so embarrassed. As she drove past the giant billboard with her ad on it, the photo seemed to follow her pupils—that ridiculously good-looking face, that toned, shirtless torso, and those men's briefs pulled up to her hip bones.
You look very Shane today.
Ewww. She couldn't stand looking at it, but she also couldn't close her eyes while driving, so she just told herself it wasn't like she'd never done sex work before. At least it was just a commercial—way better than when she was actually selling herself on the streets of Santa Monica.
"Heyyy baby," Carmen greeted her with a smile, pulling her and Shay—just home from school—into a light kiss. Shane smiled and leaned in to kiss her back, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught that familiar, haunting shape. Her own shape.
So she stopped just before their lips met, looking at Carmen with something like a plea. "Please don't tell me you—"
"Oh yeah, I got a surprise for you."
Carmen cut her off mid-sentence, then grinned and stepped aside to show off her little surprise.
"Fuck! Carmen!" Shane was losing it.
"Kid's here. Mind your language."
"Sorry," she quickly turned to look at Shay, who was munching on snacks at the table. "You didn't hear anything, okay?"
Shay nodded indifferently.
Shane realized she was losing control of her mouth, so she immediately pulled Carmen into the bedroom and slammed the door.
"What the fuck was that?!" Shane kept her voice down as much as she could.
"Your ads, of course. The brand new Boss men's underwear—white, 100% pure cotton…" Carmen clearly didn't share her disgust.
"Okay that's enough—" Shane interrupted.
"It's a great underwear, baby!"
"You can't just put underwear ads all over the house no matter how great it is! There's a kid in here!"
"Well then just put them in our bedroom." Carmen shrugged.
"No. No, please don't. Please I can't have this thing existing in my eyes 24/7—" she sighed.
"Do you not like it?"
"No—"
"But I do," Carmen said, stepping closer, looping her arms around Shane's neck, one hand resting on the back of her neck, tracing a little circle with her fingertip.
"You do?" Shane's voice softened a little.
"Yeah, I do…" Carmen kept tracing that little circle, gently pulling her down to eye level.
"What do you like about it then…"
"Everything…" Carmen murmured, "I like your eyes. Your abs. Your hand, resting on your chest. The underwear you're wearing. And I can't stop imagining you taking it off—your hand moving from your chest to mine, the other reaching me from the bottom, your abs pressed against me, there's no space between us…"
She started kissing down Shane's body as she spoke.
"and I couldn't stop touching myself when I thought about it…about you…so I came four times when you were gone…" Shane pulled her back up, feeling Carmen's lips brush against her ear, her scent drifting into her brain, that warm breath and deliberately lowered voice slipping softly into her body.
"You do like it that much, huh?" Shane had completely lost her edge, chuckling quietly as one hand slipped under the hem of Carmen's shirt and found her waist. When she touched Carmen's body, it was always the heel of her palm first, then her palm, then her fingertips, layering in one after another.
The sensation on her waist reminded Carmen of how Shane touched her down there, and by the time Shane's other hand reached for her underwear, she was already soaked.
"Wow, look at you, wifey." Shane grinned when her fingers found Carmen's wetness, pulling her hand out to show her, spreading her fingers and drawing a thin, glistening strand before smearing it across Carmen's lips, biting down gently, then kissing her deeper.
"You really do like it that much…" she murmured between kisses.
"I like you…" Carmen's voice pitched higher.
"Do you like me—" Shane seemed unsatisfied with that answer, skipping more foreplay and, after circling outside for a moment, slipping two fingers inside her.
"—or love me?"
Carmen couldn't help the moan that escaped, but before she could answer, Shane's mouth was on hers again.
"Shhhh, Shay's outside.."
Shane kissed her without pause, guiding her by the waist toward the bed. The edge caught the back of Carmen's knees, and she went limp, pulling Shane down with her.
Shane braced herself with the hand that had been on Carmen's waist, fingers inside her moving in a steady rhythm—turning, pushing, pulling—Carmen's hips rolling to meet her, pushing her own top up, hands sliding under her bra to knead her own breasts.
"Why won't you answer me…wifey?" Shane sped up.
Her tongue kept wandering through Carmen's mouth, giving her no chance to protest with an "Idiota, eres tú quien me deja sin palabras." ("You're the one who won't let me talk, dumbass.")
Whatever. Not like Shane would understand anyway.
A question she already knew the answer to was nothing compared to the tsunami of pleasure building inside her. The moans from deep in Carmen's throat grew quicker, sounding almost like sobs, until a sudden, unexpected spasm hit—her stomach clenched, her hands left her breasts and pushed against Shane's chest, desperate to release the sounds trapped in her throat.
Shane deliberately didn't let go, not until Carmen's whole body trembled and her teeth bit down on Shane's tongue.
"Ouch! That hurts!"
Carmen was still riding out her high, Shane's fingers slipping out and bringing another wave of wetness with them. She was breathless, her cheeks flushed just like last night, the sheets a mess beneath her. She turned her head and rolled her eyes. "You deserve it."
Shane half-opened her mouth to show off her bitten tongue, looking at her with something like hurt. Carmen could never handle that look—still catching her breath, she cupped Shane's face with both hands, full of tenderness.
"Ohhh…I'm so sorry baby…I shouldn't have said that, should I?"
"No…" Shane nuzzled into Carmen's neck, taking a deep breath, wanting to savor that sweet scent of her, but forgetting that Carmen always smelled like her after coming.
They lay there for a while, and then Carmen looked down at her.
"Baby?"
"Mhm."
"Do you know why I like that ad you shot?"
"Cause I wasn't wearing anything except the underwear?"
"No…well, that might be one of the reasons…
What were you thinking when shooting it?"
"Uh…I wanted that male makeup artist to stop touching my hair…I wanted to get it done asap…and umm, I was thinking about you and Shay. I wouldn't have shot it if it weren't for you two…"
"And I knew it," Shane looked up at her, meeting Carmen's warm brown eyes, full of laughter, and in the very center of them, her own reflection.
"You did it for us. For me and Shay. For your family.
You know what the word for that is?"
"What?"
"Responsibility.
You were taking responsibility for your family, and you didn't run away. You're wonderful, baby."
Carmen pressed her lips to Shane's forehead as she spoke, and Shane felt a warmth flowing from Carmen's body through that kiss, spreading all through her.
She curled deeper into Carmen's arms, holding on tighter, like she'd never let go.