Chapter 12
Jabarri
I watch her dance around the room, and I know I made the right decision. That day after our gun training I told her I wanted to show her something but I had to go by her house first. The truth is what I wanted to show her was at her house. When we got to the house I went to the room and called her asking her to come here for a second. She had an empty room downstairs she kept saying she was going to make into another sitting room so I took it upon myself to finish the room while she was at work, or away recruiting for her brother. She never even realized what was happening in her own house. When she opened the door, she skidded to stop in the doorway. “Jabarri?” her hands clamp over her mouth as her eyes travel the room taking in everything.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it.” She walks around the room touching everything.
“Why didn’t I think to do this?”
“Cause it was meant for me to do it for you,”
“This is a gorgeous dance studio.”
“You dancing for me will always be one of my favorite memories and it looked like you really missed dancing. So, I wanted to give you your own place to dance,” I tell her and she turns to me, rising on her tip toes to kiss me. I put in a wall of mirrors, a bar against a wall, a ton of lights, and a sound system that the movie theater would be jealous of. There is movable pads for her to use and even a piano. Everything she could possibly need to dance to her heart’s content.
“You are amazing, you know that?”
“I mean I knew that but it’s nice that you finally know it.”
“Barbie, hush,” she says, laughing, still going through everything.
“Were did you get these pictures from?” she asks, referring to the photo collage of her on one wall.
“I had Jassiel get them from your mom”
“Oh my God, look at these!” she says, turning to notice the giant pictures of her I have on another wall.
“I picked my favorite pictures of you dancing,” I explain.
“This is too much,” she says.
“It’s not enough for you. All I want is to be able to watch you some of the time when you dance. I know this a private thing for you, to decompress, so I don’t want to interfere too much.”
“It is a personal thing for me but so are you and you can watch me anytime.”
“Thank you, beautiful. Oh, and in the lockers over there are some outfits for you to wear, unless you want to dance for me in your birthday suit,” I tell her, waggling my eyebrows at her. The smile that blooms across her face makes me so happy, not because I may actually get the chance to see her dance in all her naked glory, but because she was comfortable with the comment. She didn’t turn away from me, or start fidgeting like she would have in the past, and I love that. I think her and I continuing to go to couples therapy has helped after the Alayna debacle and making love, we had a lot to discuss. One thing I have worked diligently to provide for her is a safe space, a safe space to emote, to talk to me about anything and not have to worry about judgement or my feelings coming into play. I will not take over, or try to fix the problem unless she wants me too, but I want to be her safe space in all things. Coming to therapy has taught me how to verbalize correctly and effectively and also how to identify what I am feeling properly and that has made me a better man, not just for her, but for myself as well. And she is getting there too, a lot slower than me, but I don’t care how long it takes for her to get there. I will be there with her every step of the way.
“You know they say great minds think alike right?”
“Yeah, I say questioningly,”
“Come with me,” she takes my hand, walking out of her dance studio and walking me through the house towards the garage. “I don’t know how we both pulled this off without either of us noticing, maybe we were to busy trying to surprise each other,”
“Probably,” I say, truly curious as we stop in front of the door that leads to the garage.
“Open it,” she says moving away and when I do I was not prepared.
“N?ku Ahi,” I say astonished. “How did you pull this off?” I ask.
“I know you wanted to get into this, you kept talking about it so I started planning. And this is a bit self-serving because I want to buy it from you so I can give it to my mom when you are done,”
I step in the garage and look at the 2007 Monte Carlo SS that needs a shit ton of work sitting there. Along with an impact wrench, air compressor, grinder, and toolbox that I assume is full of tools with a huge bow on it.
“Naw, I would have noticed this coming in no matter how busy I am.”
“I know, that’s why I had them bring it all today and I disabled the alerts and cameras on your phone,”
“I’ve taught you too much shit,” I tell her as she walks into my arms, rising on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. Yeah, it’s stuff like that that lets me know I am heading in the right direction with her. We walk into the garage, and I begin to assess the damage to the car. It’s not in horrible shape, but it definitely needs a lot of work. All of my brothers have carved out hobbies for themselves, but all I had was computers, and I love what I do. I am damn good at it, but I wanted to do more. I can build a computer from a VHS player and hack into damn near anything on this planet, but at this point, it’s no longer providing me a challenge. I have always loved cars. I remember when I first met Shepp, we instantly hit it off over our love of cars. I’ve had the thought to try my hand at car restoration and said as much to Skai about it, and she goes and does this. Yeah, we got to hurry up and talk to Savvy and Josh; I need her as my wife now.
“You haven’t taught me enough,” she says provocatively, and my eyebrows touch my hairline.
“Don’t bite off more than you can chew, Sprite,”
“Jabarbie, don’t get fucked up! I told you about that stupid ass nickname,” she says, and I burst out laughing at her. The woman is tiny, tongue sharp as a samurai sword. She is as dangerous as any of us, and her heart is as pure as they come. The. Perfect. Fucking. Woman.
“I couldn’t help it,”
“Whatever,” she says, preparing to walk away, but I pull her back to me. “Don’t leave yet,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers in my arms. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish.”
“Who said I wasn’t prepared to finish it?” she turns in my arms, cupping me.
“Fucking tease,” I groan, resting my forehead against hers until she wiggles out of my arms and runs back in the house, leaving me in the garage hard and needy, knowing I’ll follow her. I find her pants and socks in the hallway. A few feet later, her shirt is on the floor. I turn the corner and several steps later find her panties, yeah, she’s definitely a tease. Skai very seldomly wears a bra, so I know she is somewhere in this house beautifully naked. I hear music coming from her studio, and I hurry my steps, knowing she is indeed dancing naked, but when I cross the threshold, I am woefully unprepared for the sight that greets me. Robin Thicke’s Lost Without You is playing. The lights are dim, and she is moving that sexy body to the music. Even though I am so hard it hurts, I am transfixed on the performance taking place in front of me. The way she rolls her body, her muscles flexing and relaxing, is mesmerizing, and I make a mental note to put a stripper pole in here for her because right now she’ll give the best stripper a run for their money. She cups her breasts as she dances, looking at me with more heat and desire in her eyes than I have ever seen from her before. When her hand begins traveling toward her pussy, I move. I am naked with her in my arms before I can even register moving.
“Put your leg up,” I instruct her as I walk her over to the mirrored wall that has the barre on it. She shows off her flexibility, easily extending her leg across the bar. “Show off. Both hands on the mirror, I want you to watch us make love, N?ku Ahi. I want you to watch us fuck.” She moans at my words. “Hmm, does my baby get turned on from watching? A little voyeur in the making, huh? Would you like to go to Asher’s club so you can watch someone else get fucked? Would that turn you on? Would you let me fuck you in a room full of people, Skai? Letting go, knowing I will keep you safe and that I will kill expeditiously anyone who dared touch you? Is there an inner freak in there? I can’t wait to bring her out. Touch yourself,” I tell her, I look in the mirror and can see her wetness coating her thighs. “That’s it beautiful, make yourself feel good,” I tell her gripping my dick and I watch her rub herself, undulating on her hips, chasing her orgasm. “You look so fucking sexy, baby,”
“Help me, Jabarri, I need more,”
“Oh, I got more, Skai.” Leaning forward I cover one of her hands with mine as I plaster myself to her back. I use the other hand to rub the head of my dick up and down her slit, wetting it with her juices before I place the head at her opening and push inside of her.
“Jabarri,” she moans out, her hand dropping from playing with herself.
“I didn’t say stop,” I growl out.
“Oh fuck, I can’t, Jabarri.”
“Yes, you can,” I tell her, still holding myself at her entrance.
“Jabarri, stop teasing me and get inside of me.”
“You don’t tell me what to do,” I tell her. She doesn’t say anything but before I can take my next breath, she pushes back taking me to the hilt.
“Fuck!” I yell out completely unprepared for that. “You’re greedy, baby, but that’s okay I got you,” I tell her, pulling out before sliding back in. I swear it feels like I’m fucking a slip and slide she’s so wet. “Fuck, N?ku Ahi, this won’t take long. I am not going to last long. Look at us, baby, how beautiful we look.” I cup a breast, playing with her nipple. “Keep playing with yourself, Skai,”
“Manaia, you feel so damn good, I am so close. Cum with me, baby,” she says, pushing back on me. She’s going to take both of us over the edge if she keeps doing what she’s doing.
“Massage him, baby,” I tell her, and my knees almost buckle when her internal muscles clamp down and release before repeating the action. Skai told me once that she does like a million kegels a day and I can tell, as she literally gives me an internal hand job.
“Are you close?”
“I’m ready.”
“Cum with me,” I tell her, pushing her hand aside and pinching her clit, hoping she cums because my orgasm is barreling down, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. She clamps down on me so hard I can barely move and we cum together. Her legs are shaking, I help her take her leg down, before I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom.