Page 44 of There Once was a Dancer
My mamá knew I liked boys, and she’d liked Rex enough to feed him. Come to think of it, she never did that. Maybe she saw a man rather than the boys I brought home, dismissing them because I deserved a man, not a boy. As I kissed Rex back, I realized he was the one she’d always wanted for me, someone who’d care for me, provide for me, and protect me.
I wiggled free, gasping as I separated our mouths, already hard and leaking as I panted. We were going to steam up the car windows at this rate. Then all our neighbors would know what was going on and I couldn’t let that happen. This wasn’t the mostmodern of neighborhoods and I didn’t want everyone knowing a gay boy lived here and it to blow back on Tio and Tia. They were too good to me…too good to us both. “Rex, I can’t. Mi mamá…I need to—”
“Go inside, I know.” He gazed at me with eyes filled with desire. He nodded slowly, sighing as he let go. “Okay.” He took hold of my ass and lifted me as if I weighed nothing, putting me back in my own seat. He stared at me for several seconds. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
I offered him a tiny smile. “Thank you, Rex…for everything.” I gave his hand one last squeeze and then got out of the car.
He waited until I’d reached the porch and waved as he started the car. I turned away and stepped inside the dark house, turning back one last time, watching him drive away before I shut the door. I leaned back against the solid wood and blew out a long breath before reaching down and adjusting my hard dick in the ill-fitting sweats he’d given me. I passed Mamá’s door and almost made it to my room before she stopped me.
“Cachi? Is that you, mijo?”
I opened her bedroom door, sticking my head in so she wouldn’t remark on my clothing or my feet, clad only in socks. If she saw what I was wearing, I’d be forced to explain and that was the last thing I was ready to do. I smiled at her. “Hola, Mamá.”
She started to get up but I waved at her. “Go back to sleep, Mamá.”
“Tienes hambre?”
“No, Mamá. I ate dinner with Rex.” It wasn’t a lie. I was only slightly caught off guard by her massive grin.
“Rex, huh? The big cowboy?”
“He no really a cowboy, Mamá. He only talk like one because he come from Texas.”
She was smiling as she nodded, relaxing back on her pillows and smoothing her comforter. “Si, and he like you.” She clapped her hands. “I am happy, Cachi. I think he is good man.”
I nodded because he was the best. “Si, Mamá.” I paused, trying my best not to blurt out everything that had happened. I was exhausted and calming her down after I explained everything would take forever. Besides, she didn’t need to know the particulars. If she did, she’d never let me leave the house again.
“Everything okay?”
I sighed. “Si, Mamá. Solo estoy cansado.”
She nodded. “Yes, you are tired. Go to sleep, precioso.”
“Okay, Mamá. Buenas noches.”
“Buenas noches, Cachi.”
I closed the door and headed straight for my room, feeling dead on my feet. Falling on my bed, I looked up at the ceiling. I didn’t even want to think about everything that had happened. If it hadn’t been for Rex, I don’t know what I would have done, especially with Agent Wallace. I couldn’t believe he thought I’d had some kind of ties to a Mexican drug cartel. All I could do was be happy that everything was over, now that Rex and his captain had intervened, ending the interrogation.
I laced my fingers behind my head as I stared at the ceiling. I hoped I wouldn’t have nightmares, but every time I closed my eyes, thoughts of blood and brains came back to me. Rolling over, I filled my head with thoughts of the way Rex had taken care of me instead. My mamá was right. He was a good man, andI couldn’t wait to see him again. With thoughts of Rex, I closed my eyes once again and this time, drifted off.
The insistent ringing of my phone jolted me awake. I opened my eyes and realized that light was filtering into the room from the window. I rolled over, glancing at the clock—it was barely eight. When my phone rang again, I picked it up. I groaned as all the memories of the day before came rushing back and swiped the phone. “Marcello?”
“Cachi? Hey, are you okay?”
I sat up, rubbing my face as I held the phone to my ear. “Si, I’m fine, Marcello. How are you?” I asked around a yawn.
“Sorry I woke you up,” he said. “I didn’t want to call you so early, but I was worried. I tried your phone last night, but I guess you were still being interviewed when the rest of the guys were allowed to leave the federal building with me. They drove us home in a bus. Why weren’t you with us? You’re not in trouble are you?”
“No, I no in trouble.” I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat on the side. “I do not know why I last person to leave. Maybe they think I know those cartel people.”
“Really?” Marcello sounded shocked. “How? What did the FBI say?”
“Agent Wallace…he say he think I lied when I say I no know them.”
“What did you tell them?”
“I tell them the truth, Marcello. I say you get job for me.”
