was rockin’ and ridin’ hard and fast. I felt that G-spot and could tell that her clit was getting the stimulation it needed. My baby was going all in.
“Apologize, Jaz. Again.”
“I . . . sorr . . . oh, shit . . . oh . . . shit!” When she started coming, I kept going as I held onto her ass so she couldn’t get away.
She must have woken up the neighbors, because somebody was banging on the door and ringing the bell.
JAZ
Oh, you talking about a good fuck? Faheem had some good dick! Over the years, I’ve learned to master that monsta and subjugate him to my command. In certain positions, I could get my clit and my G-spot freaked at the same time. And Faheem let me go in. It didn’t get any better than that. I came so long and hard I thought I was going to go into shock. I knew I was dragging my juices up his stomach as I seductively slid up to kiss my baby’s sweet lips.
“I love you,” I told him.
“You woke up the neighbors. You didn’t hear the knocking?”
“Umh. Umh.”
“You hear it now?”
There was banging. And whoever was there was also ringing the doorbell.
“Shit.” I climbed off of Faheem and snatched my robe off the bed. I peeked out the bedroom window and saw the squad cars. I caught a lump in my throat.
“Fuck! It’s the police!” I yelled out.
“See? I told you to let me handle shit. Put some clothes on, and I will call Steve.”
“Wait, maybe they just want to ask some questions.”
“Not at five in the morning. You know how they roll. Put some clothes on, Jaz.”
I did and headed downstairs to see what they wanted. They were there to take Faheem in for questioning. His baby mama was found dead.
16
TASHA
Trae came back from his so-called meeting with Charli wearing his poker face—and it was driving me insane. I hadn’t heard from Jameer, so I didn’t know if I should panic or not.
Trae was standing on the front porch, waiting for his ride. I was standing inside the doorway, watching him. I didn’t know where he was going, and according to his body language, I shouldn’t even think about asking.
“Do you mind me inquiring as to how long you are going to be away?”
“Not sure, but you know I’ma call you. So no need to even trip, Tasha.” His back was still turned away from me.
“I’m not tripping. I’m just wondering how long you plan on being away.” I opened the screen door. “For real, it’s no sense in going, because your side bitch is done. So I’m trying to understand why you have to go.” Fuck. That slipped out, and I hoped like hell that Trae didn’t catch it. But when he turned around and cocked his head to the side, I knew it was on.
“Tasha, what do you mean, she’s done? Who is—fuck, Tasha! Do not tell me you did what I think you did!” He gritted, turning slowly in my direction.
His mood and his face turned dark. When I saw that, I eased the screen door shut and locked it. He lunged at it and tried to snatch it open.
“Tasha! Open the fucking door.” He threatened.
“No. Go be by the bitch’s bedside. You think I didn’t know where you were going?” I yelled.
“Open the goddamned door!” He looked as if he was trying to yank it off its hinges.
I walked away. Then I heard a crash and turned around, and Trae’s arm was inside, unlocking the door. My vase that I had made all by myself in pottery class was now broken up in big chunks.
Trae caught up to me, snatched me by the shoulder, and turned me to him. “Tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” He shook me. “Tell me!”
When I didn’t say anything, he looked as if he wanted to cry, and that’s when I lost it. I hauled back and slapped the shit out of him. “Fuck that bitch!”
He grabbed the front of my shirt, lifted me up, and slammed me into the wall, pressing me and holding me there.
“How many times have I told you it ain’t about her? This was business, Tasha. Money, security, knowledge, business, not pussy! You fucked with the wrong bitch, Tasha. And why? ’Cause you’re scared that she’s gettin’ your dick?”
Marva came bursting through the door. “There’s a limo parked in the driveway. And put that girl down. What’s the matter with