Wounded Love (G Street Chronicles Presents From Love to Loathe Series) (25 page)

I pulled the lounge chair out to the railing and stood on it. I pushed myself up to the edge and balanced there. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for my spiral downwards. I looked up at the sky and the stars one last time. I let everything else go that was going through my head. I spread my arms out wide and thought about Babe’s little face. That made me smile.

Then I took a deep breath. I wasn’t afraid anymore. There was a strange calm in the wind, and I let myself go forward. I heard shouting and then a loud clanking sound, and my body was hitting concrete, but it was too soon to be the ground. I was lying on my back and I hurt all over. Someone was crying near my torso, but I couldn’t make out the voice, and I couldn’t think of anyone here who would be crying for me. I heard a door slam, and then someone was screaming my name.

“Cricket, NO…NO GOD, NO!” I looked over toward the railing and tried to crawl to it, but it was no use. Whoever had my torso wasn’t letting me go. I didn’t want to be here anymore and I knew the railings were my only way out.

“Babe, please don’t leave me. Please, Babe,” Jyme sobbed. I froze and didn’t move another inch.

Troy came pummeling out on the balcony with Trey on his heels. Both of them looked at me and then at Jyme holding me around the waist. Troy’s eyes went all over the balcony. He was the smarter of the twins and figured out the scene right away. A few pregnant silences later, Trey got it, too. Troy fell to his knees and pulled my upper body into his lap. He brushed all my stray hairs away and started rubbing my face.

“Leave us,” he shouted at Trey. Trey just stood there for a minute in shock about what almost occurred here. Troy stood to face his brother, and then Trey turned and ran from the room. Troy looked back down, and I couldn’t read his face.

“Cricket, if you ever left me like that,” he pointed at the railing, “I swear to you I would die. Cricket, I need you. I’m my best with you. When you’re here, I feel like I can conquer the world. You were supposed to tell me when it got to be too much.”

I looked up at him. “It’s too much.”

“Okay, I’ll fix it then. Now, I’m going to have to give you a shadow.”

“No, you don’t,” Jyme said.

We both looked down at the man who was holding onto my waist. “I’ll do it.”

I looked back up at Troy. “You promised me.”

“He’s free to go, Cricket. I even offered him a vehicle or a ride in the private jet, but he won’t leave.”

I looked down at Jyme and then back up at Troy,

“Please don’t leave him here with me.”

“Honey, you’ve left me with no choice. I have a casino to run, and he’s the next best person to watch you besides me.”

“Hire someone then.”

“See, here’s the thing…you can manipulate almost anyone that comes across you. And I think he’s broken, and your little tricks won’t work on him.” Troy looked over at Jyme, and then he smiled a little at me. “You know…I think the Big Indian might really be in love with you, Cricket.”

Jyme looked at me then. I turned away.

“Come on. Let’s get you showered and into bed,” Troy said.

“No, I can work,” I said, trying my best to straighten up.

“Not tonight. I love you too much to do you like that, Cricket,” Troy whispered. Then he smiled at me as he helped me up from the concrete.

“I’ll see you later,” he kissed my forehead.

“Do you have to go now?” I asked him.

Troy looked me over once with cautious eyes and he smiled at me. He yanked me close to him, and then he pulled hard at my ponytail so my ear would be right next to his lips.

“You just made my dick hard when you asked me to stay with you. Then I realized you’re a bitch, and you only want me here because you can’t
be alone with him. But I will play your little game, Cricket,” he licked the side of my face, and I shivered in disgust. He released me and stepped up to the front door. He turned and looked behind me at Jyme, “Don’t let her out of your fuckin’ sight.” Then, he left.

I crossed my arms and started for the master bedroom. Jyme stopped me by grabbing my arm. He pulled me into his arms and held me there. I knew this wasn’t a safe place for me; I had to get away from him. I tried to pull away, but he just gripped me tighter.

“You were really going to do it, weren’t you? You would leave me and Babe like that? I mean, just like that, Cricket. God, I almost lost you tonight. And if you had succeeded, what was I going to tell her when she asked me?”

“The truth. I expect you to tell her the truth.”

“What’s the truth? Because I don’t know it.”

I stared at him and thought,
how fuckin’ stupid can one man be
.

“I mean, you came all the way here to kill yourself, Cricket.”

“I’m doing all this for you and Babe!” I screamed at him. I tried to get loose again, but he had that ironclad hold on me.

“I remember making her,” he whispered in my ear.

“No, you don’t! Let me go!”

“Shh. Do you hate me for what I did to you?”

I didn’t answer.

“Are you afraid of me?”

I didn’t answer.

“Cricket, do you love me?”

I tried to get away from him again, but there was no use.

“You want to leave me and little Babe, do you? Cricket? Do you want her to be motherless?!”

“Don’t talk to me like that, Jyme!”

“Shh, don’t leave me, Cricket. Don’t ever leave me like that.”

“You hate me, Jyme. You hurt me so fuckin’ bad I wanted to die. You were all I had, and then God blessed us with Babe. Then he gave me Chyna back and then little Michael. I was so happy. I was truly happy. We had a family. But you didn’t want me anymore because I did things that give me nightmares. I did all of that shit for you, Jyme…all for you. I tried to make a new start for myself, but I had to meet your ass and you put me right back in the same position I was in before. No matter how hard I try to change, it never works. I will be someone’s whore until the day I die!”

“No, Cricket. No, baby.”

“And then you tried to take her away from me; the only thing I’ve ever done right and you wanted to take her away from me. How could you do that to me?” I yelled through tears and was about to go into full blown hysterics.

“Cricket, you kept her from me, too.”

“For her protection, Jyme! I couldn’t risk her being in any danger. She was ours. We made her together. I loved both of you so much, and I never thought I could have this much love for someone, but I will die for her,” I screamed.

“You would die for me too; wouldn’t you, Cricket?”

“Yes!” I snapped back at him, not letting my brain catch up with my tongue. I had just told him what he already knew. I tried to get away from him again, and this time he let me go. I turned away, and my eyes went back toward the balcony.

“You don’t need to do that anymore, Cricket. I’m here now.”

I ran to the master bedroom and locked the door behind me. I went straight to the bathroom and started the shower. There wasn’t a door here for me to lock. I went ahead and stripped down and got into the shower. I cried and cried. I didn’t want Jyme here with me. Why wouldn’t he just go away and leave me alone?

The shower door opened, and I froze. That horrible memory came flooding back. I dropped my soapy towel and backed all the way up against the wall.

“Oh, God. Jyme. Please don’t. Please don’t.”

He stepped into the shower naked and came straight for me. I closed my eyes and started screaming, I wasn’t physically or mentally strong enough to fight Jyme. I just stood there clinging to the wall. What had I done to God? He was the one who truly hated me now. He’s taken everything that’s meant anything to me away. I was all alone now, and here comes more pain. I wished Troy was here. He would help me; he wouldn’t let Jyme hurt me like this. I stood there with my eyes closed waiting for whatever he was about to do to me. But nothing ever happened. I opened my eyes, and Jyme was just standing there naked, looking at me. I slid down to the floor of the shower and sobbed.

Jyme sat down right across from me. I just stared at the floor. He grabbed both of my hands and held them, tracing those invisible circles in them. This always calmed me, and he knew it. He did that so well.

“I’m not going to ever hurt you like that again. I don’t give a damn how much you beg me.”

I couldn’t speak.

“Cricket, let me show you how much I love you, please.”

I looked at him in complete surprise. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out from his lips. I couldn’t form the words to say anything.

“I won’t hurt you ever again. I swear, Cricket. I’d rather die than ever hurt you again.”

I nodded back, and he smiled with curious eyes. I pulled my hand away from his and touched the side of his face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Can I touch you?” he asked. He opened his eyes, and I nodded slowly.

He pulled me on top of him, so I could straddle him. We both stared at each other; neither one of us saying a word. He swallowed hard, and I realized he was nervous. I brushed his hair back, and he let his head fall back into the water stream. I starting kissing the side of his neck, and his breathing quickened. I switched sides, and he moaned in my ear.

“I love you,” he whispered softly. I moved up and started kissing the side of his face. He shifted underneath me, and I knew his Anaconda was growing in between us. I reached down and rested my hand on my inner thigh. He was sticking straight up.

“Cricket,” Jyme moaned for me, and that made me feel so good. To be wanted by him again was almost unbearable. I stuck my tongue in his ear, and I made every licking and slurping noise I could possibly think of. I knew this would drive him absolutely crazy.

“Cricket, fuck!” he hissed in my ear and writhed underneath me. I moved over to the other ear and did the same routine over there.

“I want you now, Cricket.”

I pulled back from him, and he gently laid me back on the shower floor. He spread my legs open and he went deep-sea diving headfirst.

“Oh, God that tongue,” I moaned aloud.

He started really showing off after that by doing that electric fan trick he does with his tongue. I lost my every-loving mind.

“Jyme!”

“I know, babe; I know.”

I came on his tongue, and he licked and sucked every drop of me. He made sure I heard every single slurp. He stopped, and I was completely spent. He stood up over me and helped me up. I touched his Anaconda, and he stopped me.

“No, I want to show you something,” he said with a smile. I nodded and stood back.

He held both of my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Cricket, I’m not going to hurt you.” He made sure I understood what he was telling me. He turned me around, and I faced the wall. He came up behind me, and I froze. His forehead dropped down to my upper back, and he was shaking his head. “Cricket, I swear I won’t hurt you,” his voice echoed into my back.

I nodded and took a deep breath. He slid his hands down the front of my stomach. He cupped Juicy, and then he slipped a finger into her lips. I gasped, and swallowed.

“Jyme, no one’s been in me since you, not front or back. I swear.”

“God, you don’t know how bad I needed to hear that,” he squeezed me tighter, and I just let my body melt into his. “Neither have I.”

I turned my head around, so I could see his face, and he kissed the side of neck.

“I love you. Do you love me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I love you, too.”

“Say it again.”

“Jyme, I love you.”

“We’re never breaking up again.”

“No, never.”

His hand was down on Juicy, and then he slid another finger in. I felt his wet Anaconda hitting the back of my thigh, and I was getting so wet. Every thrust he gave me I could feel in the after vibration through his wet Anaconda.

“I missed you so much,” I gasped.

“Uhhh,” I soothed. He went faster with those long fingers, and I felt the tingle rising from my toes.

“Oh, God, the tingles.”

Jyme chuckled softly in my ear, and that pushed me a little further over the edge.

“Jyme, put it in me.”

“Not yet. I want to show you something.”

“What is it?”

“Wait for it.”

“Jyme.”

“I missed that whine of yours so much, Cricket. Did you miss me, too?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“More than words could ever describe.”

“Show me then.”

“How?”

“I’ll tell you in a minute,” he pulled his fingers out, and I protested.

“Shh.”

He slid into Juicy so slowly. He got about four good strokes in when I felt the tingles in my legs creeping up to my knees.

“Do you remember the first night we made love in the shower at the safe house?” he asked.