Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
JACOB
T hat pasta my mama cooked was good as hell, but I knew it would be. When it came to food, the woman had never disappointed me. Evidently, Mekayla thought it was good too, because she cleaned her plate. We’d worked up an appetite, that was for sure. After Mekayla slurped my dick up in the most sensual way, I found myself buried within her walls again. I would probably be chewing on Ibuprofen later, but that shit was well worth it.
I was literally sitting here, contemplating asking her to move in here with baby girl. I knew there was no way she would go for that so soon, but that was how sprung she had me. Her pussy gripped me like it had a terminal illness and my dick was the cure, choking the antidote right out of his ass. The last time, I almost fucked up and painted her walls. It just felt so good I didn’t want to have to pull out.
That was what my lazy ass got for not going to get a condom. I was just so ready to feel her insides, I couldn’t think about shit else. It had been a while, probably a year, since I’d had sex, but this was worth every minute of celibacy. I wasn’t striving to be celibate, but Jameka had brought so much drama to my life I didn’t want to look at pussy until I met Mekayla. That shit was everything I thought it was going to be and more.
As we sat at the table staring at each other, I couldn’t help but smile at her. I thought it would take us a lot longer to get to this point, especially after her spiel about taking things one day at a time. She smiled back, then asked, “Why are you smiling?”
“’Cause you shocked me, and because that shit you put on me gon’ have me wanting it all the time. You got me wanting to do the most already. Speaking of… I know you see this gift bag sitting here. It’s not for decoration. It’s for you.”
“Thank you, but you didn’t have to buy me a gift. What’s it even for?”
“It’s a thank you gift for finally giving me a chance to show you what it means to be treated like a queen.”
She smiled and grabbed the bag from the table, immediately pulling the tissue paper out of it. Her eyes widened slightly as she pulled out the Pandora box. Her gaze lifted to mine. “Pandora? Jacob, I don’t know?—”
“Please just open it, baby.”
I watched her open it to see the beautiful bracelet. There were a couple of hearts, a medical symbol, and a little girl hanging from it. Her face reddened somewhat as she looked up at me. “This is so beautiful. Thank you.”
I stood from my seat and walked over to her side of the table to put it on her. She held out her wrist with a huge smile on her face. The minute I clasped it, she held her arm out, admiring just how beautiful it looked on her wrist. I grabbed my plate and brought it to the sink. As I rinsed it out, she circled her arms around me from behind and laid her head on my back.
“This just seems so unreal. I keep wondering when I’m going to wake up from the dream. I’ve always wanted to just be loved. I’m not saying you’re in love with me… I mean, what you’ve done tonight feels a lot like love. It shows that you care enough to want to make me feel good… like a woman. It’s why I didn’t hesitate to give you me. This all may seem small to you, but it means a lot to me because I’ve never had it.”
I turned to her and held her face in my hands. “You continue riding with me, you’re gonna always feel this way. I promise. One thing I can pride myself on is knowing how to cherish a woman. My uncles were great examples. As rude and mean as Uncle Storm can be at times, the way he respects and loves on Aunt Aspen publicly was something I always took notice of. Uncle Jasper does the same with Aunt Chas. One day, that will be us… married with a baby on the way.”
She chuckled. “You would want a child with me? I’m an entire monster while I’m pregnant. I’m not even sure if I want another child.”
I nodded. I knew her trauma was speaking loudly right now. By the time I got her where I wanted her mentally, she would give me whatever I wanted. “That’s okay. We gon’ do whatever you wanna do. When my ankle heals a little more, I want to take you horseback riding. I want to officially introduce you to my family as mine. Plus, I can’t wait to meet your family.”
She smiled slightly and looked away from me. I gently pulled her chin so she would turn back to me. “I’m not saying any of that has to happen any time soon. I just want you to know what my goals are.”
“Thank you for being patient with me. I know it’s gonna take some getting used to, because I can tell you aren’t typically a patient person. I had to threaten to get them to assign you another therapist for you to stop flirting with me.”
I chuckled. “I’m glad you did because I wasn’t mentally ready then anyway. While I’m not one hundred percent right now, I’m better than I was… much better.”
She brought her hand to my face and gently stroked my cheek with her thumb. “I have to go, baby. I have to get to my sister’s place to get my baby. I’m already an hour later than usual.”
“I understand. I wish you could stay all night. I know those days will eventually come.”
“Jacob, I attach quickly. If what you’re showing me is genuine, you’ll be meeting LaTee before you know it.”
“Well, I can’t wait to meet her then.”
My phone rang, interrupting our intimate time. I rolled my eyes and pulled it from my pocket, silencing it. When I saw it was Ashanni, I figured she was calling to see how everything went. I’d call her back once Mekayla left.
“That was my cousin. I’ll call her back after I walk you out.”
Before I could slide the phone back in my pocket, it rang again. I frowned slightly and saw Ashanni’s number again. Hmm. “Maybe I better answer now. Ashanni doesn’t call me often.”
Mekayla nodded then went to the couch to gather her things.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Jacob. We need you, cuz. Milana just got into it with her boyfriend, and he pushed her to the ground. She didn’t want to call her parents because?—”
“Where are y’all?”
“We’re at the Exxon on College and the freeway in Beaumont, right next to Chick-fil-A.”
“Okay. I’ll be there in a little bit.”
I ended the call. I didn’t know why the fuck they called me. Everybody knew how I felt about niggas who put their hands on women. Maybe that was why they called me, but they were going to get me locked up for real. I walked over to Mekayla and helped her take her things to the car. She turned to me after putting her bag in the back seat.
“Today was amazing, Jacob. Thank you. I’ll call you when I get home.”
“It was beyond amazing. Thank you for giving me a chance. I’ll be looking forward to your call.”
I kissed her lips, and before I knew it, my hands had roamed her body, finding her ass. I gripped that peach and couldn’t wait to experience it all over again. I would have to open up the master suite for that shit.
“Milana, you of all people know not to let a nigga manhandle you. You Tiffany daughter. Fuck that nigga up next time,” Ashanni said.
I slowly shook my head. Of course, by the time I got here, that nigga was gone. “Cuz, listen. I don’t even care what happened and why y’all were arguing. Ain’t no way he should be putting his hands on you that way. None! You hear me?”
She nodded as tears fell down her cheeks. I pulled Milana in my arms and kissed her head. “There is nothing for you to be ashamed or embarrassed about. You need to tell Aunt Tiff and Uncle Ryder what’s going on. You know they gon’ have your back.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. I don’t want to see their disappointment.”
“Girl! Uncle Ryder gon’ try to find that nigga!”
“This shit is my fault! I cheated on him.”
She pulled away from me and left me and Ashanni stunned. I didn’t know she was the cheating type. Regardless…
“Milana, I don’t care if you fucked his brother. He should still keep his hands to himself. How did he find out anyway?”
Her eyes widened somewhat. “He saw me leaving his house. When I found out he’d cheated on me, I literally did fuck his brother.”
I lowered my head and shook it. Here I thought I was only the Henderson engaging in bullshit. Milana proved me all the way wrong. “Maaann…”
I didn’t have any words, but Ashanni seemed to find some. “Well, was it good?”
I rolled my eyes as Milana said, “Yeah. Better than his pitiful ass.”
They high-fived and giggled. I took a deep breath. “Man, y’all gon’ get a nigga locked up for real. Next time, call SS or Kingsley. I have some beautiful shit going on for a change, and y’all’s bullshit interrupted that.”
Milana’s smile faded completely. “I’m sorry, Jacob. It won’t happen again.”
“Uh huh. I don’t believe you. Carry y’all asses back to Nome.”
I hugged both of them and kissed their heads then got in my truck just in time to see the message from Mekayla.
I’m home, baby.
I smiled slightly, then sent a message back. Okay. Can I call you?
Give me a little bit to get my baby fed and ready for bed, then I’ll call.
I smiled at her text then cranked up and headed back to Nome. I couldn’t believe Milana had done that ratchet shit. That nigga could have fucked her up for real. Although I was firmly against putting my hands on a woman, I was two seconds from fucking Jameka’s ass up. As I drove, my phone rang. Glancing at it, I saw it was Jess.
“Hello?”
“Where the hell are you with a bum leg, nigga?”
“On my way back from Beaumont. I’m fine. How you even know I’m not at home?”
“Because I’m at your front door about to break in this muthafucka. I thought something had happened to you, and yo’ ass is out and about.”
“Since you got so much hostility in you, you need to be talking to yo’ lil cousins.”
“Who?”
“Milana and Ashanni. That’s who I came to Beaumont to see about.”
“What happened?”
“Ashanni called and said Milana’s boyfriend had shoved her. So after Mekayla left, I made a fucking beeline to ExxonMobil to see what the hell was going on. Why the fuck did she say it was her fault because she cheated on him. But get this shit… He cheated first, so she fucked his brother.”
“Ooooh shit! That’s my level of petty. I didn’t know Milana had that shit in her.”
I rolled my eyes. “See, I can’t deal wit’ yo’ ass either.”
I ended the call as she laughed and continued home. Had Ashanni called while I was deep in Mekayla’s Crock-Pot pussy, they would have been shit out of luck. That shit had me all tender and juicy afterwards. I’d be a tender dick nigga any day for that shit. I cranked up my Slim Thug greatest hits playlist and jammed to “U Know” with Luda and Bun B.
I needed to calm my nerves. I’d probably hit up Uncle Jasper. Milana had me hot as hell. If that nigga would have still been there, I would have probably fucked him up. He was wrong for cheating on my lil cousin. So, even though she fucked up too, I probably wouldn’t have felt bad about it. Realization that he started this shit partially calmed me.
I was so hot about her reaction I’d forgotten all about what caused it. That nigga still deserved to be fucked up. I called Ashanni back, because I didn’t feel like looking for Milana’s number. She answered on the first ring. “Hello?”
“Hey. Where Lana?”
“She’s right here. She can hear you.”
“I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. You didn’t deserve to be cheated on. That nigga need to be dealt with. Just tell me one thing. You love him?”
“No. I hadn’t fallen in love. That was probably why I was able to do what I did.”
“A’ight. What’s that nigga name, and why hasn’t he met the family?”
“His name is Julius Harding. I felt like something was off with him, so I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time, including my own. Turned out I was right. He and his brother can’t stand each other, so in my mind, at the time, it was the perfect payback. I regret it now.”
“It’s okay. You acted off emotion. Just learn from it in case there is a next time.”
“I did. Thank you, Jacob. I appreciate you, cuz, for having my back.”
“We all we got. Whether you right or wrong, I’m gon’ have your back then tell you about yourself afterwards.”
She giggled. “Be careful going home. Talk to you later.”
“A’ight.”
I ended the call, feeling better about making the trip to Beaumont. When I turned in my driveway, Uncle Storm and Jess were sitting there on the back of his truck talking. His nosy ass was gon’ be all up in my mix. I didn’t want to tell him anything and jinx myself. He couldn’t hold cold water. He and Uncle Jasper had already eluded that she would be my wife one day. They would scare Mekayla off. Well, then again, she didn’t seem to scare easily until it came to love. Yeah, I better keep shit to myself for a minute.
When I got out of my truck, I hobbled a bit. My ankle was killing me. Mekayla was right. I was gonna have to call my doctor. That shit shouldn’t be swollen. It had been almost two months since those niggas jumped me. This shit should be doing so much better. While I knew part of the reason why it wasn’t was my fault, I was gonna act like they fucked it up when I got there.
“Where the hell you been?”
“I had to make a run right quick,” I said as I glanced at Jess.
I was hoping she didn’t tell that nigga what I told her about Milana. Uncle Storm was closer to both of us than anyone else. Aunt Tiff was a close second for Jess, and Uncle Jasper was a close second for me. Uncle Storm could pull shit out of us that no one else could, though. I didn’t know why it was that way, but it was. I wanted to believe that he’d seen that our father wasn’t shit way back when but didn’t know it was to the extent that it was and stuck closer to us because of it.
“What kind of run? I saw you and Mekayla looking like a brand-new couple or some shit in this driveway about an hour ago.”
I rolled my eyes. Taking the focus off where I’d been, I went against my original plans and said, “Because we are, Unc.”
A slow smile appeared on his face. “Well, it’s about time she stopped playing with your emotions. Hell, she was playing with her own emotions too. Just from that day I was here, I could see it. I know you avoiding my original question, but you know I’m gon’ find shit out.”
I rolled my eyes and made my way to my porch. I supposed tonight would be long with the two of them following me inside. They just didn’t know, the second Mekayla called, they would be on their own.