“Yeah, keep going. I’m okay.”
“If I hurt you, let me know. We can try another position.”
“I’m good, babe. Please, I need you.”
“Fuck, say that again.”
“I need you, Bent. Please.”
“I always want to give you what you need. You feel so good. I’ve missed being inside you so much.”
He lifts my leg in the air and begins to fuck me harder. It’s just what I need. I get so lost in us, all my stress and worries melt away.
I’ve thought about finishing the semester and going back home to finish up somewhere else. However, Erica is here. I’d be leaving her alone.
“Zah, baby, I need you here with me. I can feel your thoughts drifting,” Bent groans into my ear.
He pulls out and rolls me onto my back. Pulling my right leg against his waist, he then settles between my legs and slides into me once again. We lock eyes as he rocks in and out.
He licks his lips, then leans in to take mine. I need more of him. I want to do my part.
I begin to rock my hips to meet his thrusts as best I can. He groans and his eyes roll back in his head. He’s so deep and hard.
“Don’t stop, I’m coming. Yes, yes, you feel so good,” I whimper.
“Fuck, Zah, keep moving just like that, baby. I’m going to come so fucking hard. Oh my God, you feel good.”
He begins to hit my spot, and my eyes roll back in my head. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer without coming. I’m shaking and convulsing beneath him, ready to come apart.
“I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming.”
“Zah,” he grunts as his hot seed spills into the barrier.
He rolls onto his back, breathing heavily. I look up at the ceiling and begin to think of all the things in my life I still have. Together, we can do anything.
“Zah—”
He doesn’t get to finish his words as both our phones go off. I scoff a laugh and go to reach for my hoodie to grab mine. Seeing it’s my mom, I grab the phone and sit up to answer.
Bentley gets up and heads into the bathroom, leaving me to be able to answer the call in private. I had tried to call my mom earlier when I first got the news, but it went to voicemail. I have a smile on my face as I pick up the call and lift the phone to my ear.
“Hey, Mom,” I sing into the phone.
“Zahirah, where are you, baby? Are you sitting down?”
“I’m at Bent’s. Yeah, I’m sitting.”
The smile falls from my face. A strangled sound comes from the bathroom, almost like a mix between a sob and something soul torturing.
My blood runs cold. I turn to look at the bathroom door, but I can’t move. My crutches are still by the door where Bentley threw them.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
“It’s your father and Bill. They were killed in an accident. Baby, you kids all need to come home.”
“No,” I scream. “Daddy, no.”
I try to stand but fall right onto my butt, sobbing. Bentley appears and wraps himself around me as he sobs with me. I hold on to him tightly, as it feels like my entire world has just imploded.
