Page 26 of Truth

He said nothing, absolutely nothing as I stood there with my heart bleeding. I closed my eyes, tears filling my eyelids. I felt so stupid to the point my body was trembling. My life was falling apart from me being out of work to being shot at and the only person that made me feel like it would be okay was the one person that betrayed me.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

I went to leave when he wrapped his strong arms around me. I tried to push him away, but his ass wouldn’t budge. The feel of his firm arms around me, his chest against mine, his heart racing and the smell of bergamot drove me insane. “Shhhh.”

“I don’t need you telling me what to do, Truth.” With a forceful push, he released me. “I just need something to eat and then I need rest.”

“You sure that’s all you need?”

“Damn, your aunt said I was free to visit the kitchen. You want to control when I eat too?”

He dragged his hand down his mouth, his chocolate peepers barely opened and red. I could tell he hadn’t slept but neither had I, so fuck him.

“No, but I do want to be the kind of man you could trust.”

“Then give me something to fucking trust!” I belted, then punched him a few times until he gripped me by wrists. “Let me the fuck go, Truth.” My voice croaked as tears streamed down my face. I knew this wouldn’t work. Love simply wasn’t in the cards for me, and I was fine with that. Had been for the past thirteen years until he bulldozed his way into my life.

He shook his head as defeat settled inside of me. I wasn’t worth the attempt.

“Too late. You don’t trust me and you shouldn’t.” He tucked his lips. “Whatever you think about me and the Saints, it’s true. After this shit is over, you make sure Germ gets to that fucking art school,” he spoke, shocking the hell out of me.

“Hey, how did you know that? He told you?”

“Don’t matter. I’ll pay for it, too. If you don’t move the fuck on and take him with you, the next business to burn down will beInkz. The only difference is that it won’t be a mystery who did it because it’ll be me. Run from me, Merci.” He lifted my chin andstudied me, my chest heaving as he dragged the pad of his thumb across my lip.

He slipped it inside of my mouth, and without a second thought, I slowly sucked on it. I had no clue how the fuck he had me doing shit I’d never done before. When he turned me around and pushed my body against the island, I knew he was right. I had to get away from him, and Germ was coming too.

“Tell me no.” He grunted as I assumed the position, stretched across the countertop with my legs open wide. “Tell me.”

I could hear him unbuckling his belt. My pussy thumped with anticipation. I tooted my ass just enough when he yanked my shirt over my ass and lowered to his knees. When he ripped my panties off, I yelped.

“This pussy’s leaking, Mercilyn.” His breath washed over my center before his tongue swiped inside of my lower lips. “Fucking sweet.”

He stretched my lower globes apart and attacked my pussy. The feel of his beard between my legs, the warmth of his tongue and his huge hands gripping my thighs, allowed me to ride his mouth with ease. He smacked one ass cheek, and I yelped.

“Cum for me, Merci. Cum,” he whispered in between his tongue dipping inside of me. “So fucking sweet. You are, and I’m rotten to the fucking core. I’ll ruin your ass. As soon as you can, run from me and never look back.”

“Truth, please. Don’t do this to me... to us. I want it.”

“Naw. You don’t have to beg for this dick. I want you to have it. Remember, I said it was yours. Still is.”

He stood up, and with a forceful thrust, he entered me from behind. My walls welcomed his girth, and when he eased inside of me, I cried. Fuck, he had me crying for the dick.

“Being inside you is the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now. I’m sorry for saying that shit, but it’s true. Life’s fucked up for me.”

I heard his voice crack as his hands held me on each side of my waist. Pump after pump, he stretched me as his lips traveled up my back. He muttered how much of a piece of shit he was, how undeserving he was to even be in my presence. Crazily, I didn’t see it that way. Not anymore. He had a job to do. That was to protect his family at all costs.

“Merci, baby. I need you to cum for me. I need that shit, baby.” I obliged as I cried out when my body gave way. My walls pulsated and latched around his thick, heavy dick as it throbbed inside of me. For fuck’s sake, we were cumming at the same time. He quickly released me as my feet touched the floor. I looked around and there he stood with misty orbs.

“Truth?” I called his name even though I didn’t know what to say. I just knew I didn’t want him to abandon the idea of us. Sure, we’d just met, but we were connected in ways I never thought were even possible. The fact that he wanted Germ to attend art school spoke volumes. He was a man worth loving. I just needed him to see it, feel it. He didn’t though. I could tell when he looked down at the beautiful mess we’d made in his kitchen. My essence covered his dick that he quickly covered when he slid on his boxers then jeans. Just like that, it was over again.

“People die around us we love,” he whispered. “I can’t let that happen. When this is over, I mean it. Don’t fucking stick around. Do better, choose better. Trust me, that ain’t me.”

I couldn’t believe this man. He’d fucked me not once but twice then dumped me before we were even a thing. Where’s the family, love, and loyalty he so called pledge to live by? Damn him. He was a fucking coward who would kill for me but wouldn’t love me. What kind of sense did any of this make?

Chelly was wrong. If she were around, she’d see that Wally would turn out to be a piece of shit too. Men—they were full of shit, starting with Truth Saint.

“Is it mine?”

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