“And Cheyenne?” She whispers while she handles the condom like it’s a delicate piece of fabric, doing everything exactly the way I taught her to—rolling it over the head of my dick, pinching the tip, and pulling it down. “Why would you let a girl like her close enough to destroy you on such a special ass day?”
“I didn’t.” I shake my head and try to forget my memories from that day.
It wasn’t even that many, but I wanted all of that shit gone—even the ones with Dough.
“Everybody was there—Cree, Javier, my teammates, and all the people that invited themselves into my life so they could leave with something they didn’t have before. She wasn’t there for me, baby. She was there to take, just like all the rest.”
My fingers find their place between her lips while she lifts and then eases onto the tip of my dick.
“Now you know it all.” I mutter with a sigh. “Does that fix it?”
She can’t answer because I’m knuckle deep inside her throat so she shakes her head. She’s not satisfied that I still can’t tell her with absolute confidence that I can fight through the black spots from that day and figure out what happened with me and a girl I tried to stay far away from after Mom’s warning.
We both stare at the last few inches of my dick we want inside her. Her moans strum against my fingers while she tries to answer me with her words, becausethat’show good I have it.
“Take the rest for me.” I thrust my hips up to help her along the way until I’m buried so deep inside her that my body goes still.
I don’t think we’re making love anymore. I don’t know what to call it but whatever it is hurts too good. We’re locked in with her legs wrapped around my waist and my free hand scraping across her stomach like it’s been years since I felt it. It ain’t been shit but two weeks, but separations hit different in our world.
Hot tears trickle down her cheeks and splash against my fingers that she won’t let go of. The frigid air blasting from the vent above us strokes our sweaty skin while I try to arrange the words in my head to flow just right for her.
“You said you wouldn’t leave me.”
Stupid me. I was dumb enough to think I could get out the right words, knowing damn well 1942 wouldn’t ever let me do that.
“Did you lie to me? Who taught you how to lie like that when we make love?”
All the simp shit I kept bottled inside while she was gone keeps pouring out when I’m supposed to be fixing us.
“Sunny called to check on you. She said she got new powders in and wanted to test all the colors on you. I told her you weren’t feeling good, but I promised her I’d bring you by,” I ramble. “And Gus wanted to pick you up for class the other morning, but I told him ‘no’ because I knew you were still tripping about what people think... about you... about me.”
She tries to move her hips against mine, but I hold her in place. “They both miss you... but not as much as I do.”
I yank my fingers out of her mouth, staring up at her with her braids billowing over her bare arms just like the day I first seen her naked.
“Tell me you ain’t miss me. Tell me you don’t want us anymore and I’ll stop trying to catch up to you. Tell me you good on us, baby.Tell meyou ain’t fuck with my head tonight just to get up and leave me again tomorrow.”
If she does, I won’t survive it. It’ll be like Mom leaving all over again.
Her face screws into a frown that makes my heart thump in wild spasms. I focus hard on her round lips and cat eyes so I can stamp this part of today in my memory just in case.
A deep groan gurgles up her throat and in all my years on Earth, I never had a woman burst into chaotic, snot-bubbling tears while sitting on my dick, but she does it with no problem. They pour onto her chest while she pulsates around me. I didn’t think something so strange was possible, but here we are.
“I can’t.” She claws at my chest before burying herself in my arms. “I can’t.”
After the chaotic tears, something else happens that I don’t understand. Deep, heart-pounding gasps bellow from the back of her throat and I really need to find the perfect words, but they just won’t fucking come.
“I can’t tell you any of that shit!”
Her voice bounces off the walls while I rack my brain for something—anythingto fix this, but just like her, I can’t. I’m desperate, so I try anyway.
“Why not?” I rake my fingers back through her hair while cradling her body. “You said I could have anything I want, and this is what I want. I want you to tell me why—”
The rest of my words get caught in a black hole because she’s screaming some other worldly shit that makes Planet Ace stop spinning.
“I can’t tell you be—be—cause Iloveyou!”
Our sun gets hotter.
