Chapter 11 #2
“Please,” I begged as he fucked his statement into me, like he needed me to feel it, and oh god I did.
“Please what? Tell me you ain’t going nowhere, Selah,” he demanded, pulling back then thrusting into me again.
I was so wet, so fucking wet I could hear it… us.
I must have been quiet for too long because he pulled back and paused, the look in his eyes almost animalistic when he rammed himself back into me, trapping my arm between his legs for more access.
“Indi,” I cried, feeling that access. Fuck, the pressure began to build as he went back to work, sure to hit everything on the way in and out every single time. This was different, he was heavier, teaching me a lesson.
Before I knew it, I was breathing so hard, my chest had to be caving, and I was cumming in the midst of promising him I wasn’t going anywhere.
Shit, if this nigga needed a blood oath he could get that.
“Don’t fall asleep. Get on up and pack. We got a flight in the morning and dinner with your people tonight.” His voice had me opening my eyes and looking at him. He stood in the doorway of my bedroom shirtless with his jeans riding dangerously low on his waist.
I smiled lazily, making no effort to get up. “I forgot about that.”
“Sure you did. Threw a fucking tantrum and had me follow you over here. When Jordyn and Journee call on some cursing me out shit, I’m handing the phone to you.”
“I didn’t have you follow me. I left.”
“And I said what I said. Now get your ass dressed and packed so we can get out of here.”
“You said that already,” I responded with defiance living in my tone.
“And I fucking meant it.” He left the doorway of my room, going toward the kitchen.
After a deep exhale, I made myself sit up. I scooted to the edge of the bed when there was a knock at my door then I heard it open.
“Yo, Indi. Y’all might wanna hurry up. About three motherfuckers with cameras done pulled up asking about Ms. Baker Lady.”
My eyes ballooned, because that was strange, but also on brand for Nathanial. He’d seen me with Indiri, so why in the hell should I be shocked that people had pulled up outside with cameras? He was such a bitch!
“Do you think I need to be more active on my social media?” I asked Indiri as we sat in the back seat while Bigs drove to my sister’s house. I’d badly wanted to cancel and tell her another time.
“Do you want to be?”
“Yeah, but I don’t like people in my business or commenting on things they don’t know about.”
“That’s gonna happen regardless. Shit, especially since there’s a lot of motherfuckers in this world who don’t go outside and touch grass too often.”
I shook my head. “I just can’t believe they were at my house,” I said aloud, thinking back to the amount of cameras and people yelling crazy questions when we were leaving .
It only took me five minutes to pack after Bigs announced there were three, but somehow it had been a swarm of people with cameras when we left.
“Is it true you dumped Knockout for Indiri?”
“Indiri, Knockout says you like his leftovers. Is that true?”
So many stupid people and faces I had never seen a day in my life all in my business.
“Stop thinking about that shit, man. When we get back we’ll figure it out, but till then, fuck them people.”
I glanced over at him, then down where his hands rested on my legs in his lap. “You’re right.”
He grinned as the car slowed. “I know.”
“We are here,” Bigs announced from the front.
I sat up and looked around, taking in my sister’s massive, two-story, pale bricked home.
We were literally in her driveway which meant I had gotten lost in Indiri’s presence that fast. “Oh, shit we are.” I had gotten so caught up in him and everything that just took place that I forgot I was kind of walking him into the lion’s den with no warning. Well maybe not, Siyah wasn’t that bad.
“Why did you just get nervous?” Indiri asked as Bigs opened the door from his side.
“Because you’re meeting my sister,” I said in a duh tone.
“And? You met all my siblings. Shit, you’re about to go on vacation with them.”
“First of all, I met them before I knew they had any relation to you. As a matter of fact, I me—”
“It doesn't matter. You met all my people at this point. When am I meeting your mama and grandmother?”
I melted when for the millionth time today he extended his hand toward mine. “When do you want to?” My hand locked in his as we walked up my sister’s long ass pathway.
“When we get back.”
I laughed. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be getting a call soon anyway, seeing as how so many people with cameras were in front of my place and bakery.”
“That was a bitch move. Compromising your safety doesn't sit well with me.”
“How do you figure it was him?” I asked as we reached the two-step porch. I pressed the doorbell before turning to look at him.
“Because he plays media games. Jordyn already texted me about it.”
“Oh my was i—”
“Nothing for you to worry about. We are good.” The look he gave me was so reassuring that I was smiling and leaning into him for a hug that ended with him pecking my lips. At the same time, the door opened.
“Oh my. You’re definitely a tall one, aren’t you?” The voice behind me wasn’t my sister’s, but instead my mother’s.
My eyes bulged. As far as I knew, this was supposed to just be my sister and her family. When the hell had the plans changed? When had my mother and my grandmother been added?
I turned around abruptly, eyes landing on my mother who had a massive smirk on her face, like she had caught me doing something. “Mama, what are you doing here?”
She stepped back, allowing Indiri and me inside before she responded. “Well, you live in the city, so we can’t just pop up on you, but your sister we can visit whenever we want. Now stop asking me questions before you greet me and tell me who’s this man you just had your lips all on.”
I grinned nervously. Nigga asked to meet my mama, and here she was in the flesh, looking like she wanted to jump his bones.
“Mommy, this is Indiri. Baby, this is my mother, Annie.”
She cut her eyes between me and him before she spoke again. “Like the boxer?”
I closed my eyes and exhaled. Yet another person in my family who knew sports while I hadn’t found out Indiri was a boxer until he’d told me.
I didn’t respond fast enough.
“Yes ma’am, like the boxer. It’s nice to meet you.” He reached to shake my mother’s hand, but she shook her head.
A brief silence unfolded, sending nervous energy through my entire soul.
“We don’t shake hands in this family, son, especially not with the way my daughter is looking at you. We give hugs.” She opened her arms for him and I exhaled.
When she finally freed herself from the foyer and led the way to the living room where my grandmother sat with my niece who was laid out asleep, my breathing was shallow again.
When my mother said we, I should have known she was talking about her and my grandmother. Afterall, they were a package deal.
“Well, no wonder she was out of touch. You know what, I don’t blame you.
If your grandfather looked like that, he’d probably still be alive.
” My grandmother’s voice made me look at Indiri.
Of course he was smirking. How could he not?
In less than five minutes my grandmother and mother had damn near hit on him.
“Granny.” My hands went to my mouth at her statement.
“Don’t Granny me. If the boy is fine, the boy is fine. Don’t expect me to act blind.” She was up on her feet by now, putting most of her weight on her cane and coming toward us. She and my mother were just alike, hugging this man and making his head even bigger.
Then entered the worst of them all. When I said the worst, I meant it because she was tongue tied.
“You’re Indiri Jones, standing in my living room.” Siyah clasped her hands together and looked from me to him like her mind was about to explode.
“Yes.”
“Um, you’re fighting Kno—”
“Yes, he knows and I just found out,” I responded before she could finish her statement.
“You just found out?” Confusion swept her features. “But then again, you do live under a rock.”
I shrugged and Indiri laughed.
Good sign.
“Anyways, It’s nice to finally meet you, Indiri. I’m her sister Siyah, and this is my husband Owen.” She pointed toward the doorway where my brother-in-law stood. He too was speechless.
Owen nodded. Of everyone in the family, he was probably the most calm and easygoing.
Funny enough, he had never been a fan of Nathanial.
He’d never said it himself, but Siyah let it slip one day.
I started to see the signs soon after. Then again, who was I kidding, nobody in my family liked Nathanial.
I loved him though, so they’d tolerated him for me.
After the extremely awkward moment was over, Owen offered Indiri a drink in the mancave at the back of the house and I was left with my mother and sister. Granny had long since retreated to the living room.
“No warning, just bam, here is my new man who's also scheduled to beat the shit out of my old man in a matter of a month,” Siyah said, standing in front of the stove. “Sorry for the cursing, Mama.” She apologized right after.
My mother threw her hands up. “Nope, you just said what I was thinking.”
I shook my head at both of them.
“Don’t shake your head. Explain, girl.”
I cackled. “I promise you I didn’t know, not until today. As soon as I saw Nathanial’s name and face on that poster at the press conference, I wanted to pass out. Do you really think I would’ve purposely started dating hi—”
“Well, shit, he’s fine. I would’ve dated him, even with that knowledge,” my mama responded. The funny thing about my mother was that she acted more like our friend or third sister in most situations.
“Exactly,” Siyah responded. “So did that pale nigga see you there?”
“He did. I’m shocked you haven’t seen it in the media. He had them at my house less than two hours later.”
“Had who at your house?” my mother asked, her hand on her hip.
“Any and everybody with a freaking camera.”
“At your house?” Siyah asked with a scowl.
“Yep. I’m surprised you didn’t see it.”
“Girl, I’ve been slaving in the kitchen. Your mother and grandmother came here to literally just be guests.” She cut her eyes in my mama’s direction.
“You damn right. When you come to my house, you’re just a guest. So as uninvited as I am, I’ll settle for the guest role.” She sipped from her drink.
My sister shook her head.
“Wait, since those people know where you’re staying, I don’t want you going back home. Stay with me and your grandmother for a while,” my mother said, making me think back to what Indiri said in the car.
“I didn’t think about it like that. If it doesn’t die down by the time we come back from vacation, I may take you up on that offer.”
“Vacation. Where are you going? And why am I just now finding out about it?”
I laughed. “Belize with Indiri and his family.”
Both my sister’s and my mother’s faces contorted into wide grins.
“Stop looking at me like that. Both of you.”
My mother shrugged. “I like him already.”
I tilted my head to the side, looking at her. “You haven’t even had a real conversation with him. How do you know you like him?”
“Because he likes you. And before you ask how I know, just know I know. When a man looks at you like he worships the ground you stand on, that says something. I also like him because he is not that big headed boy.”