When her eyes finally met mine, I pushed in—hard.
“Shit,” I moaned, gripping her thighs.
Her arms wrapped tight around my neck. “Fuck… Bear.”
Hearing that name again was like a battery in my back. I moved deeper, fucking her like I was trying to make up all the time we’d lost.
“Still mine,” I muttered.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. “F-fuck—right there, please.”
I gave her long, deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the tile as the steam curled around us.
“Baby…”
“Come for me, Kitten,” I growled in her ear.
“Fuck!” she cried, her body trembling as she came apart around me.
“So responsive,” I murmured, rolling my hips through herclimax. I was right behind her—my balls tightened and I buried my face into her neck as I spilled into her.
We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath. She braced herself against me as I set her down slowly. I kissed her again, softly this time.
She leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, chest still rising fast. I grabbed the body wash and started washing her off.
“You still got my shit in your closet?” I asked.
She cracked one eye. “You staying the night?”
I paused.
She laughed quietly. “I’m fucking with you. Yeah, it’s still here.”
We finished washing up and got out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and dried her off, then myself. She slipped into a silk robe hanging on the door and headed into the bedroom. I scooped up my clothes and followed, stopping at her closet to throw on some basketball shorts and climbed into bed beside her.
She wore nothing but panties, curling into my side like muscle memory had taken over.
“How are you, Nai?” I asked. “For real.”
She sighed, her breath warm on my skin. “Fine… I guess. Is it weird I didn’t really feel anything when she told me he died? But being in that house again…” her voice trailed off. "That's when it hit me.”
I pulled her closer.
“Kenya’s a mess,” she continued. “And then there’s this whole shit with his money being gone.”
“What do you mean gone?” I asked. “Your pops was deep in government contracts for years, plus his military pension. He had to be sitting on something.”
“Twenty million, to be exact. I spent a few hours going through his office. When I logged into hisaccounts, there was barely two grand left. That’s it. And my mom’s never worked a day in her life—what’s she supposed to do?”
She rolled over and rested her chin on my chest. “I have enough to cover her for a while, but it’s not sustainable.”
“Fuck that,” I said, unable to hide my anger. “What has she ever done for you? She had you, then handed you off to Sterling like you were an object instead of a child. Neither of them treated you like a real person.”
She was quiet for a moment, chewing on her lip. “I can’t abandon her, I’m literally all she has. Her little social circle will disappear when they find out she’s broke.”
I rubbed her arm. “So, what’s next? What you tryna do?”
She huffed a soft, humorless laugh. “I have to find that money, obviously. Shit’s not adding up. Sterling was a lot of things, but I don’t think he’d blow it all and leave Kenya with nothing. In his own weird, fucked up way, I think he loved her. Me too, but he didn’t know how to show it.”
