She nodded, biting her lip, eyes wide but glassy like she was drunk off me.
“Yes…” she breathed. Her voice cracked, and it sent somethingsnappinginside me.
I made her arch over the couch and then slowly and deeply slid inside her. I felt her whole body shudder around me. We moved like we were trying to break the fucking couch. We were grinding, gasping, and cursing under our breath to the sounds of skin, sweat, and whispered names.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, messy, desperate, and claiming. She cried out when I gripped her hips, pulling her down harder while her pussy walls clenched around me. My hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back so I could bite her neck, leaving marks that weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Her nails dug into my chest, and her breath stuttered out in a sharp, shaky moan as she broke apart. Her whole body trembled.
I followed her over the edge, hips jerking and breath ragged. I was holding her so tight, she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. For a moment, we just lay there. We were sweaty, tangled, and breathing heavy like we’d just survived a storm.
And maybe we had. Because after that? There wasn’tjust one night. There wasn’t a moment's doubt thatthis might not last. This was it.
Her and me. Mine. Forever.
ALIGNED WITH THE DEVIL
I knewHurricane didn’t believe in God. That wasn’t a secret in Southwave. He believed in what he believed; himself, the streets, the ocean he was scared to drown in, and whatever else he kept locked up in that twisted-ass mind. He had his ownrituals, his own ways of making shit feel right to him. I’d heard the whispers of how he moved, the way he talked about power like it was a religion of its own.
Hell, we even talked about it once. We were drunk, parked outside the beach at three in the morning in his Corvette with me still in tears after crying over Coast, Hurricane was trying to "get me out of the house." I was praying in that car, begging for peace, begging for my brother back, and he just sat there, cool as hell with a blunt hanging from his lips.
“Yummi,” he said, voice lazy, like he was talking about the weather. “You don’t need to be worshipping no God. God ain’t never did shit for you but take Coast away from us. You need to worship the ones who protect you. I’ma blood tie you to me since you want to believe in a higher power so bad.”
I laughed back then, thought he was just talking crazy because he was high, but I should’ve known better. I should’ve known when he said he was gonna “blood tie” us, he wasn’t just talking shit.
And yeah, I knew he’d put something in my drink that night. I felt it in the way my body moved slowly and heavy, like I was floating under his thumb, and I let it happen.
Now here I was, a week later.
The summer heat was killing me. The sun damn near melted my skin, but I didn’t care. I was lying out on the beach with shades low over my eyes. My body felt heavy and weak, and thethrobin my hand made me nauseous. The cut from the blood ritual had gone bad. It was infected, swollen, and hot to the touch.
My girls were in the background, laughing, talking about some pool party they wanted to hit up. I could barely hear them, could barely think through the fog in my head.
“You hear me, Yummi? I said are you going to the pool party?” Solace nudged me, her voice snapping me outta my haze.
Before I could answer, I heardhisvoice. “Nah, she ain’t goin’ nowhere with y’all.”
I sat up fast, eyes wide and heart slamming in my chest. “Hurricane? What are you doing here?”
He walked up with a cocky grin on his face and shades covering his dark eyes. His black Tom Ford tee was tight across his chest, tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves. He looked like the fucking devil.
“Just making sure you don’t turn into a hoe like them,” he said, his voice smooth as poison.
Solace cut her eyes at him. “Nigga, I ain’t no hoe.”
He smirked. “You might not be, but I know for sure she is.” He pointed dead at my other homegirl, Diamond. “You remember, huh? Sucked my dick and Mula’s the same night two summers back. Tell the truth.”
Diamond’s whole face went red, her mouth falling open like she couldn’t believe he’d aired her out like that.
“What the fuck, Hurricane?!”
I jumped up fast, shoving him hard in the chest, my voice sharp. “Boy, what the fuck was that? Have you lost your damn mind?”
He smirked at me, eyes cold as hell. “You know I've lost my mind.”
He grabbed my wrist, pulled me close so our bodies touched, so I could feel the heat off him like it was a warning.
“I just wanted you to see how much you don’t need them bitches. They don’t even respect you enough to tell you shit like that.”
