Page 59 of Color Me Broken
She pulled back enough to look him in the eye, hurt bleeding through her voice, “I didn’t sleep with him.”
He stepped back, the high of her touch replaced by a cold, manic paranoia. He paced a single step, his hands gripped at his head like he was trying to hold his skull together.
“Nah…nah.” His voice cracked. “You, you, you lyin’. I feel it. Ifeelthat shit.” He pointed at her. “You gave that nigga some of my pussy.”
Her jaw dropped. “I told you I didn’t sleep with him!”
Juelz wasn’t believing that. They were looking too cozy at the restaurant. He was convinced she was just trying to ease the sting of his own betrayal with a lie. He dropped to the floor; his fist pressed against his temple as he crumbled a fist full of dreads. “Tash…man, why you do that?”
She kneeled in front of him, her hands reaching for his. “I told you, I didn’t sleep with him, Jue.” She yanked his face. “Look at me! Damn it.”
“You did!” He was in a frantic state, a man losing his mind, moving between her legs while she fought him off. It wasn't a fight of hate; it was two people drowning, clawing at each other for air. “Let me see.”
He moved his fingers against her, breathing her in, searching for the scent of another man but finding only her. Only the warmth, sweet scent that he had missed.
“Damn, girl! You got me losin’ my fuckin’ mind out here without chu. I can’t lose you…Tash. You my peace, girl.”
He reached up, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his lips finding her skin. “I need my peace, Tash!”
Tasha let out a broken sob, her arms wrapping around his head, pulling him in. She didn't have the strength to fight the truth or the lie anymore. She just needed the man.
And then she kissed him.
Deep. Devastating. Like she wanted to forget how bad it hurt to remember. His hands moved over her hips, gripping tighter than he should, like he needed to make sure she was still real. Still his.
Juelz lifted her with ease and carried her to the wide glass window that overlooked the city. Their mouths never disconnected. He kissed her like he had something to prove. Like he owed her every breath he took.
Her fingers clawed at his shirt, dragging it over his head. She looked at him like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to love him or slap the shit out of him. So she did both. She slapped his face, then kissed him hard, her tongue tangling with his. “Don’t ever talk to me like that again,” she warned.
“I won’t. I swear to God, I won’t…”
He peeled her dress off slowly, pausing when he saw the scars along her stomach. His eyes locked with hers. She nodded.
“It’s …it’s fine. Don’t… don’t stop. I don’t wanna feel nothin’ but you right now.”
Juelz said okay and then kissed every scar, every inch like it was the first time, like he was learning her all over again. His mouth moved down her stomach, tracing lines with his tongue, slow and reverent. Her legs parted before her mind gave permission. Her body remembered him. Craved him.
Juelz slid her panties down, kissing the inside of her thigh like a man who knew he was on borrowed time. She gasped when he touched her—gentle but firm. His fingers explored her, finding her wet and dripping. He slid a finger inside her, then two, stretching her, preparing her for what she had been missing. He latched his mouth on her swollen bud, tasting her, licking and sucking and driving her wild.
She grabbed the back of his head, arching with a cry that almost sounded like a prayer. Her hips moved with need and so much desire.
When he finally slid inside her, it was like the start of World WarIII. Skin-on-skin, sweat and tears mixing. They rocked together slow, then deep, then slow again, until all that tension and silence and heartbreak melted into the glass. He filled her completely, and she wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight.
She cried against his neck as she reached her climax. He kissed her jaw, whispering between kisses, “I’m so so so…sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry…”
But she just held him tighter. Legs wrapped around him like she hated to let go of the moment.
“Just… stay. Don’t let go yet.”
And he didn’t.
They made love like they were trying to put the pieces back together with their hands.
The secrets were still there. The damage hadn’t vanished. But for today, in that moment, in that room… they weren’t broken. Just two people who didn’t know how to stop loving each other.
Then—
Buzzz… Buzzzz…Juelz’s eyes snapped open.
