It only took an hour to set a room up in the house for the private doctor to tend to Major. Despite his friend’s injuries or the pained expression that had crossed Cabhan’s face due to his mother’s crying over her lover, all Jakobe could only think about was Nakida. The thought of losing her had both enraged and deepened his love for her. He wanted that damn woman to the point that he wanted to smother her. He longed to bury himself with her and never leave her warmth. By the time he had found her on the terrace, his ears were throbbing. He bit down hard at the look she threw him. Gripping the iron chair, he swung it backward and sat down.
“I see now that bringing you to my office was a bad idea.”
“That was the mistake. So, the fact that you smelled that bitch’s pussy wasn’t?” she snarled.
“I wasn’t smelling her pussy.”
“Bullshit! How could you not when your face was all up in it.”
“I don’t want to fight, Nakida,” he mumbled, touching her arm.
“Fuck you ‘cause I do,” she roared. “I want to pistol-whip your dumbass before I go gun down that asshole of a father of yours.”
Jakobe lowered his eyes to hide the emotions within them. Heaven, help him; he was getting so turned on from watching her. He loved her strong and fearless nature.
“Are you sleeping around on me?” she snapped.
“No,” responded Jakobe.
“Then, look at me,” she commanded.
The lust in the depths of his blue gaze took her breath away. When he bit his full bottom lip, she was hypnotized. Jakobe lifted out of the chair to touch his lips to hers. The groan of relief he made as he devoured her mouth spoke of his need to have her. His strong hand cupped her head to keep her from breaking away as his mouth moved over hers, deepening the kiss with every stroke of his tongue. Just as before, whenever Nakida became in sync with his passion, she left him dizzy with everything she would do. The throbbing that he had in is ears shifted to his thickening cock. Jakobe moved the chair out of his way to lower himself to his knees before her.
His hands glided up her skirt. He forced her legs apart.
She gasped. “Kobe, we’re outside!”
She watched as he licked and nibbled on her inner thigh. She began to sway in her chair. Turning her head, she looked at the group of people that were in the room staring at them. Lost in the feelings of Jakobe’s mouth as he teased her, she closed her eyes, only to open them in horror. She leaned forward in disbelief while she tried to comprehend how and why her step-father was standing in the sitting room off the terrace.
“Papi…” She moaned as the sensations caused her body to jerk.
“Yes?” Arturo answered with a menacing growl.
“Stop… Stop! Back up,” she ordered as she shoved Jakobe’s head back. “My father is here,” she said with a hiss.
Tightening his grip on her legs, he released her. Giving her space to move, he turned his back to them. He surveyed the backyard, but he didn't actually see the manicured landscape. He closed his fists as he tried to reign in his anger at her father being there. He fought the possessiveness that was raising its ugly head.
“Who let you in?” he inquired, still not turning around.
“Your father is a sensible man. He didn’t want me to show out,” grumbled Arturo. “I’m here to take my Nina home. She doesn’t—”
“You’re delusional if you think she’s going with you.”
His deep voice was so low when he spoke that everyone had doubted his words. It wasn’t until he finally turned to face her father and the small posse he brought with him did everyone know he had spoken. His stride was slow and sleek, almost like an animal, as he walked into the house.
“You’re telling me that I can’t take my daughter?” asked Arturo, tilting his head.
“You’ve been here long enough to understand English, old man. I don’t repeat myself. Out of respect for who you are, I’m going to let you and your band of desperados leave.”
Arturo raised his hand to stop his men from drawing their weapons. He was very aware of Jakobe’s abilities, even if his men weren’t. He could see why his little girl had fallen for the man. He had an authority about him that dared to be tested. He had seen him in passing, many times. He also heard many associates talk about the man’s shrewd business deals he made in the daylight and the dark. He ran a tight ship that made everyone money. Her father took in Jakobe’s stance as he looked him over in his dark, navy-blue, tailored slacks and a crisp, white shirt that was rolled up his arms to reveal tattoos on his arm.
“See it as a favor, son.”
“Don’t test me. I don’t give a fuck who you are to her. Nakida is mine.”
“Then we do have a problem because I’ve been told that she was put in danger due to the shit going on in your backyard. Shit that you can’t clean up. Shit that I don’t give a damn about. What I do care about is her.” Arturo pointed.
Jakobe took a deep, steadying breath and let it out in a long whistle. He narrowed his gaze when Arturo pulled Nakida to his side. He knew he wasn’t thinking straight. Faced with the thought of Nakida no longer being with him was fucking with him. He didn’t want to make an enemy out of the man that would become his father-in-law, but if the man was determined to push his hand, he would shoot his ass where he stood.
“It amazes me that you hold such an affection for my Nina. I would have thought that after what her mother did to you and your mother that—”
That was the push. Jakobe lunged forward so fast; no one had time to react and block him. His fist connected with Arturo’s face. The man felt pain radiating up his jaw and head. Even still, he refused to show how much damage the young man had done as his men pulled him back. Nakida grabbed her father’s arm to lead him out of the room.
“Nakida!”
She didn’t look back as Jakobe bellowed. She glanced at Bea and Warren as she passed them in the doorway. Outside, she let go of her father to get to the awaiting limo. She opened the door and paused.
“You aren’t coming, are you?” He sighed.
“No.”
“That man isn’t right in the brain. I could see the blood in his eyes… The killer,” he warned. “He doesn’t think when it comes to you. That could be a dangerous thing.”
“For other people, but not for me,” she promised.
“Yes.” He groaned, touching his jaw, at last. “His fist is concrete.”
Nakida laughed. She was clearly shaken. She saw her life flash in front of her in that room. Jakobe would have charged into a losing battle to keep her from leaving him. In the face of such love and commitment, she felt her heart break and swell at the same time. The pain and even fear that she had never seen in him were beyond words. Even still, she had to wonder if some of that fear stemmed from whatever her papi had hinted at.
“What did Mom do to them?”
Arturo looked up into the sky in thought as he rubbed his mouth in frustration.
“I don’t think the past has anything to do with why he wants you, Nina.”
“That still doesn’t mean I don’t want to know. I don’t think so either, but the way he looked at me when he found out…” She shrugged as her words trailed off.
“We all know how your mom can be. Why you want to know?”
“‘Cause I’m going to ask him.”
“And?”
“If he lies, then I’ll see you for dinner.”
Five minutes later, his men came stumbling out of the house with the help of the others. One man was trying to stop the gush of blood that was streaming down his face.
“Not in the limo. What’s wrong with him?” inquired Arturo of the man that was being carried on the back of one man.
“Dislocated shoulder and a broken knee,” the man grunted, staggering under the weight.
“Get in the house and calm him down before he comes with guns blazing,” suggested Arturo as he pushed her away from the car door to get in. Pausing, he added, “In three days, if he doesn’t have it done, I’ll kill the asshole myself and deal with the consequences myself. I have just-cause because of you being in danger, but being a man, I can understand his need to prove he can take care of his house,” he stated in a rush before he got in.
He sighed, knowing that he was encased in the bulletproof vehicle. He was sure; after his visit, Jakobe would have his father’s head in the next forty-eight hours.
Nakida went back to the room to find it destroyed and empty. Walking through the house, she went to his wing. Her eyes darted into each room until she headed for the bedroom. She frowned upon finding it empty as well until she heard movement in the closet. Her eyes widened at the sight of his bare tattooed back. Her eyes moved to the large, leather bag at his feet.
“What are you doing?”
She saw him tense at the sound of her voice. Jakobe dropped his head. When he finally turned, she felt her heart skip a beat at the intense look in his blue eyes. He remained silent as he scanned her from head to toe. Closing the space between them, she gazed up into his handsome face.
“I was coming to get you,” he replied sheepishly.
She touched the cut on his mouth. He closed his eyes. “I don’t know why. I thought I could never get away from you. That I was yours forever,” she whispered.
He opened his eyes at her words, and for the first time, Nakida was looking into the face of pure love. In that second, the world and the shit encircling them disappeared, leaving only him, her, and the miracle that was growing within her. Jakobe pulled her slowly into his embrace. Raising onto the tips of her toes, she opened her mouth to receive his kiss. She felt his passion—his heart—in the painfully slow movement of his mouth. Her hands began to stroke his muscular back as she deepened the kiss and took it to the next level.
Jakobe broke away. He stared down at her. “I don’t want to lose you. Three times in less than twenty-four hours, I almost lost you,” he spoke. His voice was raw with emotion.
“What did my father mean about my mom?”
Jakobe tightened his hold as if someone in the darkness was going to snatch her from his embrace. “That wasn’t why I fell for you. This isn’t a game that I’m playing,” he promised.
“What happened?” she pressed on.
She held her breath. She could see the conflict in his eyes. Finally, he opened his mouth.
“Long story short: your mom was fucking my father. My ma thought they were friends, but they weren’t. I can’t say she was the cause of them breaking up ‘cause he was always nasty and abusive. She was just the one that he was with when he got out of control. I don’t hate her. I don’t even think about the woman, to be honest. Do you understand?”
Nakida pushed back on his chest, forcing his arms to drop to his side. Without a word, she walked out of the closet. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration before he followed her. He watched her walk to the bedroom door. The frown that creased his handsome face relaxed into a weak smile when she closed and locked it. She turned around to find Jakobe standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his low riding jean pockets, looking sexy as hell with the side of his muscular torso covered in colorful ink-work.
“I closed the door because I don’t want to be disturbed.”
His eyebrow went up. He knew he would never forget the sight of her strolling sensually across the floor. The sway of her hips. The way she licked her lips. The lust in her brown eyes—all of this etched itself in his memory.
“This is what’s going to happen,” she continued as she began opening her shirt. “You’re going to fuck me.”
She held up her hand to stop him in mid-step. “Wait! Listen to me,” she ordered. “You’re going to fuck me ‘til I know, without a doubt, that there is no other woman, no man, nothing that will tear us apart.”
“You want me to mark you,” he whispered with a wicked smile.
“Yes.” She moaned.
He bit down on his bottom lip, and she felt a shock run through her body to center in on her pussy. He knew he was good looking. He knew how to look at her to make her wet. He nodded his head while he walked towards her. He stopped to tower over her.
Why isn’t he touching me? Touch me! the voice in her mind yelled.
“I can’t do that.”
Nakida frowned, confused. “Why?”
“I can’t fuck you to mark you. To do that…” he stated as he reached out his hand to remove her shirt. “I have to make slow… very slow love to you. I have to worship you with my tongue,” he said as he paused to suck her neck. “And my body. Is that what you’re asking me to do?”
“Yes.” She panted, echoing the voice in her mind.
Jakobe picked her up in his strong arms to carry her over to the bed. He laid her down, disappeared into the bathroom, then came back with a warm washcloth. He took his time as he bathed her. Tossing it to the ground, he stretched out beside her. She didn’t know how long they kissed, and he still hadn’t touched her. He allowed her hands to stroke and touch his body, while his remained still. Maneuvering his head, he grazed her skin as he nibbled her collar bone. He half-covered her body with his own. He bought new sounds from her as he suckled her nipples. She opened her legs wide, lifted up, and watched his two fingers disappear into her body.
Jakobe played her with his fingers until she coated them with her nectar. Not caring for her demands for something bigger, he crooked his fingers and brought her over the edge two more times.
“Open your mouth and taste what you’ve done.”
He hissed when she began to lick her cum off his lips before she started to suck on his fingers.
“Two can play at that game.” He grunted.
“No, Kobe. No.”
He gave her a wicked grin while he lowered his face between her thighs.
“Oh, yesssss!”
He chuckled at how quickly she’d changed her mind at the feel of his mouth sucking on her clit. Every time she opened her eyes to glance down, she met his blue gaze. He watched every moan and every bite of her lip while he feasted on her. He knew her body well. He had studied it. He knew that when he flicked her clit, her pussy would shiver. He knew that when he stabbed it with his tongue, she would grip his head and ride it. He knew that dropping kisses on her wet, fat pussy lips made her relax and melt into the mattress. He ate her for another forty-five minutes non-stop ‘til Nakida was babbling like an idiot and panting. Her eyes were heavy with lust and exhaustion.
“Don’t breathe so fast,” he whispered after he laid between her legs. “You still have doubt?”
He wanted to get in so bad, but the fear of pushing her while she was pregnant made him worry. He smiled at the way she ground her pussy against his hard cock.
“Just a little bit.” She groaned.
“I think you’re being greedy.” He laughed.
The sound of his zipper made her pause. She glanced down in time to witness his thick, long cock spring proud fully from his jeans.
“I want to feel your dick in my… O, yes! Thank fuckin’ God!” She trembled.
“You feel so good, baby. Your wet pussy is like Heaven.” He groaned.
His slow, deep strokes were killing her. She could feel every inch. She cried out when he rotated his hips as he leaned into her pussy.
Grabbing his hips, she replied, “I know…I swear to God, I know!”
“Do you?” He growled, suddenly turning angry. “Do you understand that there’s no woman that can make me feel this way?” He grunted. His thrusts became hard as he rammed into her body. Slipping his arm under her thighs to push them back and upward. “No one will come between us! Christ! That’s the best feeling; thrusting into all that gush from your pussy. My God!” He groaned, closing his eyes. He shook his head as if he was trying to break free of the lust that was riding him.
“P… ple… Shit, please, Jakobe!”
“P, p, please what? Please stop?” he teased. “I’m not done marking you.”
He forged on, moving her around the bed into various positions until she began to sway when she was on top. Lifting her off the bed, he pressed her against the wall. His strong, thigh muscles flexed as he fucked her. The loving making was over. He was going to drill his point forever into her mind.
“You’re mine! Don’t ever leave me. I need you. I’m lost without you,” he passionately admitted.
Nakida held on to his sweaty shoulders. Her hands moved to run her fingers through his damp hair.
“One more time, sweetheart,” he promised.
He kissed her to the tempo of his hips until she tossed back her head in pure rapture. His body stiffened as he gave way to his own violent release. With each jerk of his dick buried deep inside of her, he felt his strength leave him. Unable to support her weight, he crumbled to the floor, carrying her with him.
“Thank you, Jesus.” Nakida sighed, her body limp with fatigue.
Jakobe stared at the ceiling while he waited for his heart to return to normal. He wasn’t surprised by Nakida’s heavy breathing a few minutes later. His thighs cried in protest as he shifted to his feet again to carry her to the bed. He felt his heart stop when he saw it. His eyes darted to his stiff cock to examine it. He mouthed a curse. He pulled at his hair at his stupidity. He swore to God he would do better if He would take mercy on him. Quickly, he picked up the washcloth from before and began to gently clean Nakida’s pussy, removing all traces of the drops of blood that had been there. He ignored her grunts of annoyance. He would keep her in bed for the rest of the day. Then tomorrow, he would have the doctor examine her.