IsabellaWe make it out of town and to the spot while the sun is still clinging to the sky. Soon it will dip completely below the horizon and there will be a chill in the air before we know it. Luckily, I keep blankets and sweatshirts in the back of the car as part of an emergency kit in case the car should breakdown… in the tundra, I guess.It never hurts to be prepared, especially with a child in the mix.Anyway, we follow the same routine we did five years ago. Park on the gravel shoulder meant for people having car trouble and take the short walk out to the rocky outcropping that makes a half-moon shape, offering an unusual cage of privacy.As a teen, my friends and I would come camping out here. It’s not a legal campground which is why the rocks are so helpful for concealment for building tents, tending fires…And other activities.Rex follows me, just as he did five years ago. A California boy, but not a desert boy. He was freaked out by the lack of streetlamps and the distant c
The tattoo rests there as it always has."Look at that," Rex says with a half-smile.I guide his hand to feel it, just as he guided mine the other day, pressing his hand into my skin. Electricity zooms up my spine and I feel blood rushing between my legs, swelling my center with need.However, Rex is taking his time with the tattoo. He brushes his thumb across it. "So, I'd always be a part of you..." he says.That was the agreement. Delete each other's phone numbers and never seek to contact each other. Always carry a reminder on our skin that a love like ours happened."Kind of pales in comparison to the other thing I left you with," he says wryly.I giggle. "I mean, yeah, definitely less of a responsibility to care for a tattoo until it heals versus carrying a human, but...""Carrying a human and caring for a human and –" He draws away, running his fingers through his hair. "God, Isabella, I feel like such an asshole.""What? Why?""Because you've been here the whole time and sacrif
I squeal in laughter beneath him, but the laugh turns into another moan when he pushes the ridge of his cock into my groin."Feel me?" he whispers against my mouth."Yes, but want – I want more," I say between kisses.Rex sighs. "Fuck, yes."He retreats onto his heels and hurries to undo his belt. He's shaking.I understand. I'm shaking too. The adrenaline is coursing through our bodies. How many times do you get to have something you never thought you'd have again?I'm getting déjà vu as he works his pants down his thighs, except not at the same time. I've been beneath Rex Redford with the stars as our roof before, but now we're older. Both our bodies have changed. And he's not wearing his usual T-shirt and slouchy jeans, the ones I remember well. He's wearing a suit I picked out for him to pretend to be my husband.My heart swells with adoration. I push myself up onto my elbows and crane my neck up, lips begging for a kiss.When Rex sees me, the seriousness splits with a smile. "Hey
Rex“It’s called a smash cake,” Isabella says, her voice a morning type of groggy.I consider the picture on her phone screen. Leo. One year old. Cake covering his face and hands. Happy as a clam. He likes his sweets. I can respect that. “So, you just buy the baby a cake to… smash?”“Yeah, it’s not complicated,” Isabella says.“That’s… weird,” I say, furrowing my brow.She laughs, her head tipping back on the pillow. “Then you have a regular cake for the guests too.”I don’t reply, just taking her in. It didn’t take a lot of convincing to get her to come back to my motel room after our tryst in the desert. Same place we met all those years ago, except the motel isn’t some gritty dump anymore. Someone bought it and turned it into a trendy retreat where rooms go for an absurd amount. It’s Ocotillo Valley for Christ’s sake, not Palm Springs.However, it evokes the same memories.“Okay, next one,” I say, wrapping my arms around Isabella and curling around her like a koala bear.“Don’t thi
"You listening to me?!" Mickey yelps, nearly blowing out my eardrum."Christ, Mick, what –""You fucking got married?!"I stare at the ceiling. "What?""There are pictures coming out of whatever bumfuck town you're in," Mickey says. "I've been able to head a few off at the pass, but some news outlets have already started publishing stuff. And God, the fucking TikToks.""TikToks?"Mickey sighs. "Of you and some woman shopping? At a jewelry counter? In a mall??? For fuck's sake, Rex, you can at least get the woman a nice ring, not any of that every 'kiss begins with Kay' shit."I sit up. "I don't..." I rub my face. "Aw, fuck.""Yeah, stop playing dumb. There's photo evidence. People have been on high alert since your accident. Do you have amnesia or something? You do remember you're in the public eye, right?"Not amnesia. But horniness does make you stupider. "Yeah, of course I do..." I want to turn into a billion grains of sand and disappear. "What are the pictures of?""You were at a
IsabellaI walk into Leo’s bedroom and immediately collapse on the end of his bed.Leo laughs. “Mama, this isn’t your bed!”I glance at my son. He’s sitting at the head of the bed, already under the covers, washed and clothed in his pajamas. “You wouldn’t let Mama share with you?”He shakes his head. “No. I’m a big boy.”God, he’s growing up too fast. I push myself up to sitting and let out a long sigh. “Okay, I’m getting up. I’m getting up.”“You’re not getting up, Mama…” he teases.And lord knows if I didn’t have to I wouldn’t. I’m running on only a few hours of sleep thanks to Rex (and I mean it, thank you Rex) and because Rex promised he’d see Leo today, Rex made today a four-year-old’s best day ever starting with a pancake breakfast, then a visit to an exotic animal sanctuary where Leo got to hold not one but two snakes, then McDonald’s because what kid doesn’t love McDonald’s, then go-karting, and topping out the day with ice cream. Yes. Dessert for dinner.Everywhere we went, t
Leo smiles at me, more grace on his lips than I deserve. "Just have Rex come over more and he can play with me. No problem!"Yes, no problem. It would be so easy to have Rex as the live-in playmate for my son. He'd be so willing to, I bet. "Oh... yes, well, when he's in town, I'm sure he'll always be happy to play with you.""Why can't he stay in town?"It must all be so simple in his head. So confusing that we don't follow logic. "Leo, honey, Rex lives in LA. We talked about this.""Yeah, but why can't he live here? Or we live there?"Leo doesn't know who Rex is, which is great for my sanity. He's going to totally flip when he finds out his father is famous. All in due time, though. "You know, mijo, Rex didn't even know about you until recently."Leo's eyes widen. "What?! But I'm his kid!"I laugh. "Yes, I know.""How could he not know?"I sigh. How am I going to make this make sense to a four-year-old? "You know how I grew you in my tummy?""Yeah...?""Well, Rex didn't know you were
Marisol jerked upward, back straightening, a gleeful smile on her face. “You, Rex –“ She emphasized the “x” at the end of his name. “In for a treat.”Rex smiled haplessly, not knowing what kind of treat to expect.With a pat to his cheek, Marisol got to her feet and went into the kitchen off the living room. Isabella could see her mother sorting through the tiny fridge, lighting the fire under her ass even more to get them out of this hovel as soon as she had the money to make a down payment on a house. A nice one.Rex removed his guitar and leaned it up against the couch before sliding to the ground to join Isabella. His bony knees knocked up against hers. “How am I doing?”Isabella checked her mother wasn’t looking and, when the coast was clear, gave him a soft kiss. “Fabuloso.”“Fa-bu-lo…” Rex began to repeat.Isabella kissed him again and then one more time before she got nervous her catholic mother would take a glance into the room. “God, you make me crazy.”“I hope that’s a good