Page 93 of Strikes on My Heart

Her eyes fluttered open, and tears rolled down her cheeks. I ain’t know what to do wit’ her tears, knowin’ I was the reason behind them. All I could do was hold her tighter, kiss her deeper, and hope she felt everything I couldn’t say out loud. The thought of losin’ her again made my fuckin’ chest hurt, and she was right here, under me, lettin’ me have her when I didn’t deserve it. She reached for my face and choked out a cry that stabbed me in my fuckin’ heart.

“I’m right here, baby. I got you.”

“Juvie…” Her voice shook. “Don’t leave me again.”

I couldn’t promise her that, so I kissed her instead, rollin’ my hips into her body. She was about to cum. I felt her walls pullin’ me deeper. She was so wet that it spread between us. I couldn’t hold it no more; I was already cummin’. Her body locked up, and she came. Puddles of that shit, and it wouldn’t stop. Her legs shook around me as she screamed every time I hit that spot. Just when I thought I was empty, it kept comin’. My mouth caught hers, and my tongue slid through her lips. Her pussy was still throbbin’ around my dick when she sucked my tongue into her mouth.

We stayed there, locked together. Neither of us came up for air until her body stopped shakin’. When our eyes met, I was almost scared of the way she looked at me. But I couldn’t worry about that right now. I just rolled on my side and kept her close. Her head rested on my chest.

I ran my fingers through her hair, listenin’ to her breathing settle. Neither of us said shit for a while. I ain’t know what tomorrow was gon’ look like, and for once, I didn’t wanna think about it. All I knew was that Juicy was in my arms, and I wasn’t ready to let her go.

She shifted closer, drapin’ her arm across my stomach.

“Juvie?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I missed my JuJu.”

I closed my eyes and held her a little tighter. Fifteen fuckin’ years since I heard her call me that while she was curled against me. Everybody knew Juvie Ross, but only one person in this world ever knew JuJu the way she did.

“I missed you too, Juicy.”

She kissed my chest, then settled back against me. I kept rubbin’ her back until her breathing evened out and her hand went still against my stomach. I should’ve been thinkin’ about everything that could go wrong. All the shit waitin’ for me when the sun came up. But I couldn’t. My Juicy was finally back in my arms. I fell asleep wit’ the one person I’d spent every night wishin’ was beside me.

I woke up and almost forgot where I was until I felt Juvie’s arm wrapped around my waist. His chest pressed against my back, and he was holding me tight like he thought I would escape. I could feel his steady breathing against my neck, and for a few seconds, I let myself enjoy the warmth of his body.

Then, last night came rushing back. The guilt of what we did was heavy in my stomach. We still had three days in Tokyo to get through, and here we were, in bed like we both didn’t have people to answer to. Selene’s words echoed so loud in my head. She told me I was caught.

What the fuck have you done, Savannah?

I was still trying to wrap my mind around it when a voice cut through the silence.

“You two look comfortable.”

My entire body went stiff. I knew that voice. Slowly, I lifted my head. Niema Scott sat in the chair across from the bed, one leg crossed over the other, looking like she’d been waiting for room service.

“Niema?” I snatched the sheet against my chest, my heart damn near beating out of it. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”