Page 64 of Juke
I set a rough, yet steady rhythm, driving into her with the water slicking our bodies together. She clung to me as her nails dug into my back and her head falling back against the tile.
“Rashad… oh my God—”
“Mhm… take this shit,” I growled, fucking her harder. “This what you wanted, right? Wanted me to show you how much I missed you?”
Her answer was a broken cry as her body quaked with the orgasm that was ripping through her body. I held her through it, pounding deeper and talking her through every wave.
“Don’t fight it… let that shit go, mama. There you go, shorty… that’s my Lovie.”
Her orgasm ripped through her, and the way she screamed my name bounced off the walls, drowning under the shower spray. I didn’t slow down… hell, I couldn’t. I fucked her right through it, pushing her over the edge once again.
Her body trembled, legs shaking in my grip, while tears ran down her cheeks. “Rashad… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” I rasped against her neck. “One more for me. Give me one more, mama.”
That did it. At my command, she rained down on my dick again, crying out, as she dug her nails into my back.
That was all it took. I slammed her against me, kissing her hard, swallowing her moans as I emptied all my seeds into her. Every thrust slowed until I was just holding her there, still buried deep inside, kissing her like I couldn’t get enough.
“I missed you, too,” she countered.
The water rained down over us, but in that moment… she was all I felt. By the time we finally shut the water off, steam filled the entire bathroom, clinging to the mirrors and our skin. I wrapped her in a towel first, then one around my waist before carrying her out to the bedroom. We fell onto the bed together, skin still damp, breaths still uneven, but the intensity had shifted. It was more peaceful.
I brushed her hair back off her face before I kissed her slow. “I would’ve gladly missed going in today if this is what I had to occupy me all day.” I smirked.
She laughed against my lips and shook her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but you love that shit.” I smirked, finally leaning back on the pillows. “So… tell me about your day. How was lunch with the girls?”
Her face lit up a little, but I caught the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It was nice. Just… catching up, you know?”
I narrowed my eyes slightly, watching her like I watched a fighter in the ring. “That all? You sure?”
“Yeah. Just lunch.” She nodded too quick for my liking.
I didn’t buy it… not for a second. I could see the shift in her. The way her voice dipped like she was holding something back, but I didn’t press the issue. Instead, I reached over, laced myfingers with hers. “Aight. If you say you good, I’ll take your word, but remember I got you… always.”
“I know,” she responded, as her hand squeezed mine.
We lay there, talking about nothing in particular. I told her about my day at the gym, and about MJ clowning one of the new kids who thought he could skip footwork drills. She laughed at that, but even while we talked, I kept studying her. I didn’t miss much, and whatever she was keeping to herself… I’d find out soon enough, but for now, I just pulled her closer and let the silence wrap around us again.
***
a few days later…
The gym was loud with the sound of fists hitting bags and sneakers sliding across the mats. I was working with one of the older boys, correcting his stance, when MJ’s voice cut across the noise.
“The fuck you doing here?”
I glanced up and saw Nessa strutting through my space like she had a right to be here. My jaw tightened instantly.
She ignored MJ and made a straight line to me. “I need to talk to you.”
I stepped back from the kid I was working with, pulling my gloves off slow. “What the fuck we gotta talk about?” I griped.
“It’s about my brother,” she blurted. “And Rio.”
That caught me by surprise. I flicked my eyes at MJ, then jerked my head toward the office. “Come on.”
