Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
JACOB
I had to have fucking blue balls. Whenever I was around Mekayla, my dick was ready for action. Last night was hard as fuck, knowing she was in my house and not being able to have access to her. I understood her dad had passed, and I surely didn’t fault her for sleeping in the room with her daughter, but my dick had no fucking understanding. He was like a spoiled child and just wanted what the hell he wanted right then. He threw a damn temper tantrum and had me jacking off at four in the morning.
Her explaining her behavior had hit me right in the chest. Any child having to deal with molestation… it just wasn’t right. Her mother knew what was going on and allowed it to keep happening. That didn’t seem to be the same lady I met yesterday. But again, like Zhori had said referring to Mekayla, I’d met the new and improved version of Mercedes. She’d healed from her trauma and was trying to support Mekayla through hers. I had to applaud Mekayla for even allowing her to be in her life, because I would have been done .
This morning, Jess was coming to cook breakfast. She was out of town yesterday evening for a meeting with Shylou and didn’t get back until an hour ago. Mr. Berotte and Mrs. Taylor were also coming this morning to talk to me about my case. Those fuckers were adamant about trying to make me do time. I shot that muthafucka in the head because I didn’t want his ass breathing no more. He was trying to kill my cousin, and only death would keep him from continuing to fuck with us. Of course, I couldn’t say it like that to a judge.
I was pretty sure they would bring me up to speed on how things were going with Aunt Tiff and Jess. Jess had kept her big mouth shut so far, but I knew, as our attorneys, they knew what really happened. Jess delivered the blow that had killed Shayla. I slowly shook my head at the thought. My sister and I had both killed people in the same family. I’d heard Shayla’s funeral would be next weekend. Fortunately for them, she had all that money she’d gotten from Cassie and Uncle WJ’s biological father. Otherwise, they would be in the same predicament as Mekayla and her family were with her dad.
I’d overheard her on the phone when I was looking to see where she went. After opening the back door to join her, I heard what she was talking about. Whoever was on the phone had told her to ask me. I respected her reply, but I also wanted her to know that she didn’t have to worry about a thing as long as she was my woman, especially financial shit.
There was a soft knock at the door, so I went to it. I messaged Jess earlier and told her not to ring the doorbell. We’d had a late night, and I wanted Mekayla and LaTee to get as much sleep as possible. They needed the rest. Shit, I did too, but I would rest later. I knew Mekayla was going to have plenty of drama to deal with about this funeral, but hopefully, she would take advantage of her position in my life. I got the point she was trying to prove as well, but just to maintain her peace and keep her in the right frame of mind, I would pay for that funeral ten times over.
When I opened the door, I smiled at Jess and invited her inside. She kissed my cheek and headed to the kitchen with a grocery bag. She knew I didn’t have shit in here to cook. I followed her and sat at the island. I could tell she was bothered, so I stood and went over next to her, resting my butt against the countertop.
“What?”
“Don’t what me. What’s up? What’s wrong?”
“I fucked up. I killed that woman, Jake.”
I knew she was in her feelings big time. That was the only time she called me Jake. She took a deep breath and turned to me. “I can’t let Aunt Tiff go down for that.”
“She ain’t going down. It was self-defense.”
“It was excessive. What if someone says that we jumped her? She hit Aunt Tiff first, but that doesn’t cover me, Aunt Chas, or Cassie. When I saw the hurt on Cassie’s face and the anger on Aunt Tiff’s face, I lost it. Why can’t those fuckers leave us the fuck alone?”
I pulled her in my arms and hugged her tightly. If someone snitched, namely Courtney and her mama, Jess could go to jail. Her case would be weaker than mine. At least the nigga I shot was armed. Although Shayla was disobeying a restraining order, that didn’t measure up to her being killed in that manner.
When Jess pulled away and I saw her wipe her face, I knew just how serious this was. Jess wasn’t a crier. Things had to be really bad for her to cry. I knew she was thinking about Jacey growing up without her, and I was scared for her. I could only hope that people would keep their mouths shut. Being that Jameka’s skank ass mama was involved as well, I didn’t know. I didn’t know how the fuck she got out of jail anyway.
I didn’t see a way around Jess not being implicated. “What is the family saying, Jess?”
“Uncle WJ agreed to contract Watchful Eyes. I don’t know how they will handle it, but I can only hope that they do a damn good job to where none of us are implicated.”
When I heard the car in the driveway, I quickly went to the front door so they wouldn’t ring the doorbell either. Mr. Berotte had arrived, and Mrs. Taylor was right behind him. I took a deep breath as I watched them make their way to the porch.
“Good morning, Jacob. You good?” Mr. Berotte asked.
“I’ll let you know.”
He chuckled then shook my hand. When Mrs. Taylor joined us, she said, “Good morning.”
I shook her outstretched hand and invited them both inside. Jess was moving around the kitchen like she wasn’t about to completely break down a minute ago. She was good at hiding her emotions. People often took that as her being nonchalant. That wasn’t the case. She didn’t trust people enough to reveal her true emotions. She always had to be hard, dealing with Joseph’s abuse… just like Mama.
When we got to the kitchen, they both greeted Jess then sat at the island as she continued to move around, prepping for breakfast. I sat next to them, waiting for what they had to say.
“So, most likely, your case is going to get thrown out again, Jacob.” Mrs. Taylor rolled her eyes. “Shy found some credible evidence, that I refuse to ask how, that exposed the Andersons’ blackmailing scheme. That evidence has already been submitted. We should be hearing back soon. Jess?”
I turned to her to see she was staring right at Mrs. Taylor. Instead of her saying anything, Mr. Berotte continued. “Jameka’s mother got picked up for possession last night. We have to be worried about her talking. If anything, though, it will be her word against the Hendersons’ word. She has a history of lying. Their vendetta for the Hendersons has been exposed with the evidence we found on the judge’s computer.”
He glanced at Mrs. Taylor as she slowly shook her head. “So, hopefully, her credibility is shot, along with anyone else in her family. Unless someone was recording, I think we may have a chance at beating that charge if it surfaces. Right now, Tiffany is in the clear. Several people have gone on record saying that Shayla attacked her first.”
Mrs. Taylor grabbed Jessica’s hand and said, “Try not to worry. We’re going to do everything we can to put a stop to those muthafuckas. They are trying to take the Hendersons down, and I won’t stand for it.”
Mr. Berotte frowned as he stared at her. “Sidney, since when you start being unprofessional like me?”
She rolled her eyes. “First of all, I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you, lil boy. I’m the OG.”
I chuckled as they both stood from their seats. Mrs. Taylor went to Jess and hugged her tightly. Mr. Berotte shook my hand as I asked, “What about Courtney?”
“Oh! I forgot. Yeah… she overdosed.”
My eyebrows went up as he winked at me. I nodded. Watchful Eyes had gotten to her ass. I would have to thank Jakari for sure. It was him and Philly that kept our connection with Watchful Eyes intact. I knew that Mr. Berotte was a part of them as well. However, I also knew that he didn’t typically involve them in his cases. That was somewhat of a conflict of interest that could possibly throw a red flag if they were ever discovered or implicated in a case, since he was part owner of the company.
I couldn’t wait to tell Christian that shit. He probably already knew, because I was more than sure they had already contacted Jakari about it. I was surprised Jess didn’t know already since she and Jakari were tight. Jameka’s and Courtney’s mamas were the only loose ends, as far as witnesses, that would implicate Jess, unless, like Mr. Berotte had said, someone had video footage.
As they left, I could see Jess take a deep breath. I glanced at her and smiled as I watched her scramble eggs then led our attorneys to the door. “I really appreciate y’all. Thank y’all for doing everything in your power for my sister. She’s one of my first loves, and I would hate to see her locked up… her or Aunt Tiffany.”
They both nodded. “We got y’all, man. If we can find a way out, you best believe we gon’ take it… even if Missus Taylor knows nothing about it,” he said as she rolled her eyes.
I already knew that, somehow, they’d hacked into that judge’s computer to get that evidence. I wondered how they ended up disclosing their findings. No one in the Henderson family would probably ever know the answer to that, but it didn’t matter as long as we were in the clear. I was sure the judge would much rather his family’s name get tarnished versus him being disbarred. White people did that shit all the time back in the day. I was pretty sure if every black person traced their ancestry, they would find a white man in it.
White people nearly lost their damn minds when they publicized Thomas Jefferson’s black family. With as fair complexion as most of the Hendersons were, we probably didn’t escape the commonality with other black folks. My grandfather practically looked white in those old pictures of him. He had curly hair and narrow lips. That was why Uncle Marcus was so damn bright. His mother was of mixed heritage, Hispanic and black, but she was darker than Grandpa.
As I watched them get into their cars, I felt arms slide around my waist. I already knew they were Mekayla’s. Maui had bought her some vanilla bodywash, and I could still smell it on her. I turned around with a smile on my lips. “Good morning, baby,” I said as I faced her.
“Good morning.”
“Sorry if we woke you up. I was trying to be quiet.”
“No, it wasn’t you. I could hear something going on outside. When I looked out the window, I saw…”
She lowered her head as I smiled. Ace and Kingsley were probably already here doing what I asked of them. I lifted her head and stared into her glossy eyes. “You saw what?”
“A bounce house, a Slip ’N Slide, and a sprinkler system being set up. That’s so sweet of you to do that for LaTee.”
I smiled at her. She missed it completely. Her attention was always so focused on LaTee, she couldn’t even see the obvious. “Baby, I love LaTee, and I would do anything to make her happy, but I didn’t do that for her. I did that for you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. You said as a kid, you should have been running around outside playing in the water sprinklers, sliding on a Slip ’N Slide. Well, my cousins are coming back today, and we’re all gonna have fun. Rylan went to Beaumont to get the big water slide. So invite your siblings and their families. We gon’ barbecue some links and have a good time.”
She stared at me in disbelief. Her face was flinching slightly, like she was trying to hold in her emotions. Without saying a word, she grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway. After peeking in on LaTee, she kept walking to the room I’d slept in. The minute she closed the door, she locked it and pulled her night shirt over her head.
I licked my lips as I stared at her breasts. My dick went from zero to ten in two point five seconds. It didn’t take long for that shit to start throbbing. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts as Mekayla took off her panties. Grabbing her arm, I practically yanked her ass to me and lifted her in the air. Her legs wrapped around me, and her pussy slid down my dick with haste.
“Oh fuuuuuck,” I said. “Damn, you feel good, baby.”
I walked to the wall and began stroking her like it had been months since I’d felt her. I’d been fiending big time, that was for sure. The tears slid down her cheeks as she said, “I love you, Jacob.”
“I love you too.”
“You… take care of my soul, baby.”
She began rolling her hips against me, and I couldn’t help but still my movements to watch her handle business. I gripped her ass and watched her lil ass fuck my world up. I leaned over and pulled her nipple into my mouth as I listened to her soft moans. When I felt the liquid dripping down my legs, I released her nipple to see the action.
She was so damn wet. I thought she’d squirted, but she hadn’t. I began slow stroking her, meeting her down stroke with force. “Jacob!” she whispered harshly.
Right after, her body spasmed, and she creamed on my dick. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them then began flicking her clit back and forth. As I did, she started squirting. “Mm hmm. Give me that shit, Mekayla. Fuck.”
Her whimpers were so damn sexy. They were only turning me on more as I filled her repeatedly. Watching her pussy drown me didn’t help matters. I could barely contain myself. I leaned over and asked her, “If I fuck you, will you be able to keep your filthy ass mouth shut?”
Her eyes opened, and just as she was about to respond, her pussy gripped her by the neck and had her convulsing all over my dick. At this point, I didn’t give a fuck about her being able to be quiet or not. I lifted her legs and pressed them to her body and fucked the shit out of her. I kissed her lips as I took her breath away with every thrust. I could feel my nut rising, so I slowed down and stroked her until I could no longer hold it and came all over the outside of her pussy.
I was panting uncontrollably for a moment, but I was able to get it under control. I felt slightly winded, but I knew it was because I was trying to be big Willy and pick her up, knowing that my ribs were still healing. While I was on the downside of the healing curve, I wasn’t quite there yet. I was still a little fragile. Plus, my knee was screaming. That was what I got for doing too much.
I lowered my head to hers, and she brought her hands to my face. “I love you so much. What you did for me today proves how much you love me. You listen to my complaints, my sadness, and all the fucked-up shit I went through. This is overwhelming.” She slowly shook her head. “Not to mention the way you put yourself last when it comes to me.”
She wiggled out of my arms and slid down, placing her hand on my chest and gently rubbed my rib. She kissed it and said, “As good as that was, we can’t do that shit again until you’re better. Okay?”
She lifted her eyes to mine, and I nodded. I kissed her lips and led her to the en suite bathroom to get cleaned up. After wetting the towel and putting a little mild soap on it, I turned to her and began cleaning her up while staring into her eyes. Her head dropped back some because I was intentionally applying a little pressure to her clit. Seeing the satisfaction in her eyes gave me gratification. She needed me as much as I needed her.
“Mama! Where are you?” LaTee yelled.
That snapped both of us out of the haze we were in, and she giggled as I smiled at her. She grabbed the towel from me and quickly cleaned up so she could go check on baby girl. I smacked her ass as she turned to walk away and watched that shit jiggle. But then she had the fucking audacity to bend over and make that shit clap for me. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it, watching precum leave it. “Fuck what we can’t do again. I’m gon’ fuck you up next time.”
She giggled and slid her night shirt on and left the room. That was wifey right there. Mekayla Jaguar Henderson, coming soon.