“You. Are. What’s-up, bae.” She was trembling first and now coming a second time. The table was even shaking. I kept my hardness up in her as she got her nut off.

“FAAHEEEEM! Oh, god. Oh, god,” she kept repeating. Finally she fell back limp, creaming all over my dick. I began stroking her as deep as I could.

“Faheem.” Her voice was shaky as she tried to put her legs down.

“Nah, I don’t think so. Put them legs back up there. You miss me, remember? Why couldn’t I come home, remember? You needed a good fuck, remember?” I had locked her ass in place and was going deep, right when I couldn’t remember where I was at, I began to skeet. And skeet. And skeet some more.

Dayum.

I lived for moments like this. I looked down at Jaz and the way she was breathing. I knew she was about to come again. I was done. Depleted. My dick was soft. Jaz raised up, wrapped her arms around my neck and I lifted her up in the air and gave her a kiss. I told her, “You pregnant for real this time.”

“I love you and we miss you.”

“Then go wake my daughter up. I want to see her before I go.” I eased Jaz onto the floor.

“Go? Faheem, you just got here. What do you mean go? Go where, Faheem?”

I leaned in and took another long and passionate kiss. My baby really did miss me, and she was worried. She had reason to be worried because my mission in the streets had my undivided attention.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

JAZ

“Jaz, go get my baby.”

“Faheem, no. You’re not going anywhere. Can’t you at least spend the day with us?” I felt as if I was hyperventilating. I was losing him. His focus was in the streets. It was obvious what he had been doing for the last ten or eleven days: Reacquainting himself with the game.

The old Faheem had resurfaced, and there wasn’t shit I could do about it. I was a day late and a dollar short.

“Jaz. Go get Kaeerah.”

I felt sick to my stomach. Faheem left me Dr. Jekyll and came back as Mr. Hyde.

“Can I have a little more time with you first? Before you say bye to your daughter and leave us?”

“When I come back next time, I should have us a new place.”

“Faheem, why didn’t we discuss this first?”

“Jaz, it isn’t up for discussion. Go get my daughter, and while I’m talking to her fix me something to eat, right quick, please.”