Page 54 of Juke
Her hands roamed my back, nails scratching down as she panted, “God… you’re tryna ruin me.”
“Pretty much.” I smirked, grinding into her until her lips parted and that shaky sound slipped out of her throat. The air in the room was thick with heat and her breathless little sounds mixing with my own low groans. She kept twisting beneath me, muttering between moans.
“Don’t stop… shit don’t stop,” she moaned
I was just about to answer when I was interrupted by someone banging on the door.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The door rattled, followed by Boom’s voice blasting through. “Nessa! Tell that nigga to come holla at me!” Her whole body stiffened under me, eyes wide. I pulled back slow, jaw tightening as I looked toward the door. Boom’s voice had barely finished echoing when I looked back down at Nessa. Her brows were pulled tight, her chest rising fast.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, almost pleading.
My smirk deepened as I braced my hands on the mattress and drove into her harder, sharper, making the bed frame slam against the wall with every thrust. Her gasp turned into a high, broken moan while her nails raked my arms.
“Mmm… oh my God, Rio,” she cried out, her voice climbing each time I bottomed out. I kept my pace brutal on purpose, knowing Boom could hear every damn thing.
“Shut all that damn whining and take this dick,” I growled, sweat dripping down my back.
Her head tossed back, lips parting in a shaky scream as her body trembled under me. “Shit… I’m about to cum,” she whimpered.
I leaned down, my mouth brushing her ear. “The fuck you waiting for? Give me that shit.” That was all it took before she broke apart. A loud, raw cry ripped from her throat as her nails dug into my shoulders. I followed right after, groaning deep, emptying into her while she pulsed around me. Once I had my breathing under control, I pulled out slow, slapped her thigh, and slid off the bed. “Stay here.” I grabbed my boxers, headed to the bathroom, and cleaned up, letting the water run cold across my face until my heartbeat calmed. After I got myself together, I left the room and went to see what Boom wanted. When I stepped into the kitchen, he was there leaning on the counter, arms folded, face twisted like he was ready to fuck some shit up.
“I’ain say you could fuck my sister,” he said flatly.
“I’on remember asking you for permission on where I could stick my dick,” I shot back, leaning against the doorway. His jaw flexed.
“You real comfortable in my house, huh?”
“Comfortable enough,” I said, my tone cutting. “But fuck all that… what’s up with the plan?” He studied me for a beat, then pushed off the counter.
“I’m ready to move,” he said.
“I’m not,” I said
His brow shot up. “The fuck you mean you’re not?”
“I’m not ready to grab her yet. I wanna put fear in her first… let her see me, feel me around. Make her nervous. When I finally make my move, I want her head already fucked up.” I shrugged.
Boom’s lip curled into something between annoyance and respect. “You a fucked up nigga.”
“I might be?” I smirked again. “She’s mine, and I’ll take her when I want her.” I grabbed a bottle of water off the counter, twisting the cap. “Matter fact… I’m going to the fight.”
Boom arched a brow. “The one at Vault?”
“Yeah,” I said, taking a long swig. “Nobody knows me here. I’ll blend right in with the crowd. She won’t see me coming until I want her to.”
He thought about it for a second, then nodded slow. “Do that… and hopefully Rell knocks Juke on his ass while you’re there.” I laughed under my breath.
“You really don’t like that nigga, huh? What’s your issue with him?” Boom’s face went cold.
“Nigga thought he was bigger than the program.” That was all he said before pushing off the counter and walking out of the kitchen, leaving me there, thinking about just how easy it was gonna be to get her back in my reach.
***
The casino upstairs was loud and flashy, but down here… this was different. The air changed as soon as you hit the bottom of the steps. The underground arena wasn’t huge, but it was clean and tight, and the setup was nice. The ring was dead center, with the crowd wrapped around, allowing standing room on all sides. The lighting hit just right, bouncing off the ropes, and those glass VIP boxes up top gave a perfect view for the oneswho didn’t want to sweat in the crowd. Boom’s boys were posted near the front, while Nessa stayed close to him, but my eyes were moving around the room. I wasn’t here for the fight. I was here for her.
“You not sliding up here?” Boom jerked his chin toward the ring.
