Page 58 of Search My Soul (Taylor Family Saga #3)

“Hello?” I rolled over to the sound of my phone ringing.

Normally, I would have already been up at five a.m., but my Juicy baby was riding my dick all night.

It seemed like I couldn’t get enough of her, even if I tried.

Since she moved in with me, we were fucking two or three times a day, so I’ve been sleeping in more than usual.

“Aye, he’s up,” Pure informed me.

“How long has he been awake?” I moved my other arm from under Juicy and sat on the edge of the bed.

This wasn’t the news I expected, but it was what I needed.

We hadn’t been able to get any real leads on who robbed him, so we needed him to tell us who he was messing with.

The sooner we dealt with those bold mothafuckas, the sooner we could get back to business.

“He woke up a few minutes ago. They are checking his vitals right now. I’m sure the police will be informed of his condition, so we needed to get a handle on this before they start sticking their nose in our business.”

“All right, bet. I’m on my way. Let me know if he says anything important before I get there.”

“Fasho.” Pure disconnected the call as I got up to head to my closet.

I was gonna throw on something simple so I could roll up to this hospital.

My trigger finger was desperate for a new target, so I prayed we were able to get the information we needed.

Salvador called last week to see if there were any new developments and it pissed me off.

On the business side, this situation made us appear to be weak.

No way should the culprits still be breathing after coming for one of our own.

People would start to think we were soft, and the Taylor Gang was far from weak. It was time to toe-tag a mothafucka.

“Where are you going, baby?” Juicy groaned as she stretched in the bed. The sheet covering her body slipped and almost made me forget what I was supposed to be doing.

“I have somewhere I need to be.” I kept it short as I slid on my black Versace jeans. I decided to throw on a simple long-sleeved top since the weather had been up and down lately.

“Where are you going? I thought your meeting wasn’t until this evening.

” I cursed under my breath for even giving her so much information.

As much as I loved Neeya, there were some things she didn’t need to know about me.

We joked about me being a certified killer, but she had no idea how deadly I truly was.

I wanted to keep it that way because if she really knew the depths of my darkness, she would be ready to run for the hills.

“Pure called me. We have some business we need to take care of. I shouldn’t be gone too long. Once I finish my business, we can go out on a date or something.” I tried to soften the blow with a peace offering, but she seemed suspicious.

“You’re hiding something from me. I’m not sure what it is, but for your sake, I hope it’s something simple.

” Neeya huffed, tossing the sheet onto the floor before heading to the bathroom.

Her anger became evident as she moved through the room.

When I saw her sliding into a pair of leggings, I began to question her.

“Where are you going?”

“I have somewhere I need to be,” she spat, using my words against me.

“Don’t be like that, Juicy. I’m not leaving you out of anything. However, when it comes to my business, I prefer to keep it separate from my personal life. I don’t want you to be worried and stressed about what I’m doing because those two worlds should never cross.”

“I don’t need to know the ins and outs of your organization, but when you hop out of bed in the wee hours of the morning, of course I’m gonna have questions.

I can tell by your demeanor that it’s more than business, but you don’t want to tell me what’s going on.

” This was one of the reasons I avoided relationships.

Women were too emotional, and they couldn’t accept that there were things in our lives we weren’t at liberty to share.

“Aye, I’m not about to sit here and argue with you about some bullshit.

Do you honestly believe I would get out of my comfortable bed with my fine ass woman just to be on some bullshit at six in the fucking morning?

Come on, Juicy. You have more sense than that.

” Her face softened, but I could tell this conversation was far from over.

“You’re still deflecting. I know what I saw.”

“Okay, and what are you gonna do about it? ’Cause this conversation is pointless.

If you don’t trust me by now after I’ve given you access to damn near every part of my life, then I don’t know what you want from me.

Now, I have somewhere to be. If you’re leaving, that’s cool.

All I ask is that you lock up before you go.

” My family came before anything and everything, and I wasn’t about to explain myself to anyone.

“So that’s it. You’re just gonna dismiss my feelings like they don’t matter?”

“What do you want from me? You have my location, the keys to my house, cars, and you have my bank card. What are we even arguing about?” I shrugged as I put my watch on.

I slid my black and white sneakers on and grabbed my keys off the dresser.

I wish I had time to smoke because I needed something to take the edge off.

Neeya stormed off to the bathroom, and I let her go.

She needed a moment to get her emotions in check, and I needed the same.

Since we’ve been together, we rarely argued.

I tried to create a space where my baby felt comfortable expressing herself.

However, I might have made her too comfortable because now she felt like I needed to explain my every move, and that wasn’t gonna happen.

Once I made sure I had everything, I walked toward the bathroom.

Neeya and I were a lot alike when it came to how we expressed our emotions, so I wasn’t surprised when I walked into the bathroom and saw her glaring at me.

I walked over, wrapping my arms around her as we looked at our reflection in the mirror.

“I’m about to head out,” Neeya informed me with a roll of her eyes. I nodded, knowing her spoiled ass wasn’t going to let this go.

“I’ll see you later, right?” I pressed.

“I don’t know. I might be busy.” She shrugged, and I almost cussed her ass out. However, I was trying to turn over a new leaf.

“Yeah, okay. You know how I give it up.”

“Are you threatening me?” Juicy tilted her head to look at me.

I turned her around before lifting her on the counter.

My right hand wrapped around her neck as she tilted her head back.

I positioned myself between her legs as she squirmed in place.

Leaning down, I placed kisses around her jawline while her eyes fluttered.

She was something like an addiction to me.

No matter how upset she made me, one touch and I was locked in.

Her breathing increased as her heart beat wildly.

“Why do you want to play with me like this, huh?” I unzipped my jeans, allowing them to fall to my knees. My dick was rock hard as I freed it from the hole in my boxers.

“How do you expect me to go out into the world and put niggas in their place if a part of my heart is mad at me? You want me to die out there because I’m not focused? Huh?”

“N-No. Mmmm,” she moaned as I pushed past her folds.

Juicy’s nickname was more than fitting because each time I entered her walls, it felt like my own personal waterpark.

The tightness of her muscles almost caused me to cum prematurely, but I held it in.

My baby needed some act right, and that’s exactly what she was gonna get.

Her legs wrapped around my waist while her hands held onto the edge of the counter.

My toes were curling in my sneakers as she worked her pussy on me.

My hand gripped her throat as I took possession of her tongue.

I could count on one hand the number of women I’ve kissed in my lifetime and still have fingers left.

It wasn’t something I did on a regular basis, but kissing Juicy was like a form of foreplay to me.

I could feel her pussy getting wetter the longer I kissed her.

Juicy’s moans filled the room, but it was her sex faces that sent me over the edge. Her head was thrown back while her mouth hung open. Her hand held a tight grip on my shirt as I slid in and out of her wetness.

“You’re a spoiled brat. You know that?”

“Yes, and I don’t care. You made me this way, so deal with it.” Before I could respond, her walls began to convulse around my shaft. My eyes rolled to the back as I relished in her release.

“I don’t remember telling you to cum,” I whispered, trailing kisses around her breasts.

“What are you gonna do about it? Huh?” I attempted to pull out, but she locked her legs together like a vice grip.

“Don’t even think about it,” Juicy warned.

“Oh, you ain’t talking that tough shit now huh, baby?” I lifted her from the counter and then pressed her back against the wall. We both sucked in air as I pushed back into her womb.

“Damn,” I groaned as I tried to catch my bearings.

I bounced Juicy on my dick, and each time she came back down, I moaned like a bitch.

My hands squeezed her cheeks, spreading them apart while Juicy rolled her hips.

She knew exactly what she was doing so it wasn’t surprising when I felt that familiar feeling.

“Ahhh,” I roared, feeling my nut rising.

“Baby, I’m about to cum, and I can’t hold it!”

“Let me feel it, baby. Cum on this dick,” I urged, knowing I was about to shoot the club up in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck!” Juicy squealed as she rained on me. I held her in the same position as I sprayed her walls with every drop of nut inside of me. Leaning down, Juicy cupped my face in her hands, raining kisses all over my face before landing on my lips.