“Tasha, PULL the fuck OVER!”Juelz shouted through the phone.“Get off the road! Fuckkk!”His voice was a panicked roar.
“I can’t!” she cried. “It’s a guardrail—I can't get over!”
Her foot mashed the brake pedal to the floor as the seatbelt dug painfully across her swollen stomach. The distance between them disappeared in seconds.
Then—
She could see the dark, grimacing silhouette of the driver, a sudden, sick grin flashing in the low sun.
She squinted her eyes, trying to see who it was, as she started whispering a prayer to the child within her. Recognition hit her like cold ass water. Her eyes widened.
“Jue! It’s—it’s her! SHE’S COMIN’ TOWARDS ME! OH MY GAWD! WHAT DO I DO? Ahhhhhhh!”
Her final, guttural scream was swallowed by the world dissolving into a maelstrom of violent noise: the thunder of tearing, twisting metal, the final, agonizing sound of the phone skittering across the dashboard, and the deafening, crystalline SHATTERING OF GLASS.
“Jue, how you like this one?”Tasha asked Juelz as she held up a wine-colored bodycon dress against her in the mirror. They’d been at this mall for damn near two hours. Had gone in almost every store there was. Juelz told her she could have it her way, but he didn’t expect her to go into every store.
“It’s straight,” Juelz answered, arms folded, leaning on the wall like his soul was slowly leaving his body. “Just like the last thirty outfits. Get it and let’s get the fuck up out this store.”
“Okay, meanie.” She stuck her tongue out. “Let me try it on real quick. Then we can go.”
She grabbed his hand, dragging him behind her. They had been engaged for two years now, and you never really saw one without the other. Juelz was ready to get married any day—courthouse, chapel, backyard, wherever. Tasha? She would always say.Juelz, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,and brush it off.
“Scuse me, miss, can I try this on?”
The salesgirl’s smile lingered a little too long, clearly checking out Juelz more than the dress. “Yes, the first fitting room should be open.”
“Thank you,” Tasha replied. She went into the first room and pulled Juelz in with her. No way she was leaving him out there with that girl eye-fucking him like that. Inside, Tasha peeled off her crop top slowly, letting it drag over her head. Her C-cups bounced free, and she didn’t miss the way Juelz’s jaw tightened. She slid her pants down next, swaying her body from side to side, giving him a show.
“Aight,” he warned, gripping the middle of his jeans. “Don’t start some shit you can’t finish, Stank.”
She laughed as she stepped into the dress. “Zip me up, bae.”
Juelz stood and slid his hands over her hips, up her waist, memorizing every curve like he hadn’t already a thousand times. “Shit, I don’t wanna zip nothin’. I wanna take it back off.”
“Jueee,” she giggled, turning toward the mirror. “Ooh shit…this makes my booty look crazy big. I'm definitely gettin’ this.”
“That’s exactly what I had in mind, my baby,” he added. “Unzip this shit.”
She was still smiling when he pulled the zipper down, his hands already claiming her chest. His thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples. His mouth followed, slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing a path from her collarbone to her breast, taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Tasha sucked in a breath, a sharp moan escaping her lips. “Shit, Juelz...you ain’t playin’ fair.”
She pushed him down on the fitting room bench and straddled him. He was kissing all over her breast, leaving a trailof bite marks on her soft skin. “Damn, Tasha. You don’t even know what you do to me, girl.”
She chuckled, pushing him back against the mirror as she sucked on his neck. She was kissing all over his spot, and he was about to lose it.
“Lemme get in that pussy real quick,” he asked, as he trailed a finger close to her center.
Tasha pushed his hand away, laughing at his suggestion. “No, crazy!”
“C’mon!” he humped against her. “Just lemme put the tip in then?”
Tasha laughed even harder. “You know I’m still bleedin’, Jue.”
As she said it, she realized it had been day eleven, and it showed no signs of slowing down. She always felt bloated and exhausted. The bleeding had been relentless, heavier than her usual flow, leaving her drained and worried. She told herself it was just stress and she’d make an appointment, eventually.
“The fuck, Tash? It’s been a week and a half,” Juelz complained, frustrated. “Look at my shit, you got me harder than Chinese arithmetic, girl.”
Tasha ignored his comment; instead, she reached down and took out his hard erection and got on her knees. “Don’t worry, I gotchu.” She wrapped her lips around his penis that was already leaking precum, and she didn’t hesitate to lick it up. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. Juelz groaned, his head falling back against the mirror. “Shit, Tasha… you ‘bout to pull a nigga soul thru that shit, girl.”
