Chapter 21

 

Jimmy

Jimmy and Cherokee sat camped out in a low-key hotel out in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania. It wasn’t what Jimmy was used to but it would have to do he was trying to stay off the radar but didn’t know how long this would last for. Pennsylvania was cool but Jimmy was used to being around the hustle, ripping, and running. He sat on the couch as he watched Cherokee’s head bob slowly up and down on his pole. Cherokee’s mouth was wet and loud just as Jimmy liked it. He watched her struggle to try and get the whole thing in her mouth.

Cherokee looked up from in between Jimmy’s legs with a seductive look on her face as she let saliva drip sloppily all over his dick. Cherokee worked her hands and mouth a hundred miles an hour until finally Jimmy couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up and bent Cherokee over then went up in her forcefully from behind. Cherokee placed her hands on the wall and threw her ass back matching Jimmy’s thrust stroke for stroke. Cherokee craned her neck looking back at Jimmy as she bit down on her lip. She enjoyed the site of Jimmy’s pole sliding in and out of her.

“This all me?” Jimmy asked as he grabbed a hand full of Cherokee’s hair forcing her head to snap back.

“Yes.”

“I can’t hear you!” Jimmy growled as he slapped Cherokee’s ass, making it jiggle.

“Yes.”

“I can’t hear you!”

“Oh god yes! Yes! Yes!” Cherokee moaned as Jimmy forced her to cum for him yet again. Jimmy grabbed Cherokee’s waist firmly and sped up his strokes as he tried to pulverize her insides. “Ugh!” Jimmy groaned as he pulled out and released himself all over Cherokee’s huge ass. 

“Damn,” Jimmy huffed as he headed to the bathroom and cut the shower on. He tried to think about several positive things to take his mind off the fact that he and his girl were hiding in a hotel room out in the middle of nowhere. Jimmy was the hothead in the family and he being stuck up in a room wasn’t sitting well with him. He stuck his head under the shower and enjoyed the hot water running down his head and back. Jimmy jumped when he felt a pair of hands rub on his chest from behind.

“It’s me baby,” Cherokee whispered in Jimmy’s ear as she grabbed the soap and began to clean off his penis. “What’s on your mind I can tell that something is off.”

“I ain’t with all this hiding shit,” Jimmy said. “I’d rather die like a man instead of hiding like some coward.”

“You’ll never be a coward baby,” Cherokee purred as she washed Jimmy’s back. “You just have to be smart and not put yourself in lose-lose situations. Start thinking like a boss.”

Jimmy spun around, faced Cherokee, and gripped her ass. “Why you love me so much? I’m no good.”

“You may be no good, but you’re great for me,” Cherokee looked him in the eyes. “When I think of a husband I think of you. You’re smart, funny, and you don’t take no shit. Did I mention blessed?” She reached down and pulled on his rod. That last statement put a smile on Jimmy’s face.

Cherokee stepped out the shower, dried off, and exited the bathroom naked. “Let me take you out tonight.”

“Maybe best if we stay inside,” Jimmy said drying off the back of his neck with a towel. “What you had in mind?”

“Dinner and a movie,” Cherokee stepped into her thong. “It’ll be fun.”

Jimmy leaned back on the dresser and watched Cherokee wiggle in her jeans. He walked over to the nightstand, grabbed the bottle of liquor, and poured him and Cherokee a shot. Jimmy downed the liquid fire in one quick gulp, and then handed the other shot glass over to Cherokee. She tossed the shot back like a trooper then headed to the bathroom to put on her make up.

Forty-five minutes later, Jimmy and Cherokee stepped into the theater. “Just in time,” Cherokee looked up at the screen and saw that the movie was just coming on. Once the couple were seated, Cherokee opened her purse and took out all the snacks that she had snuck in. She didn’t care how much money her and Jimmy had, she refused to pay six dollars for some popcorn.

“You mad ratchet,” Jimmy joked as he reached for some chips.

Cherokee playfully slapped his hand away. “Nope keep your hands off my ratchet chips.”

Jimmy leaned back in his seat and enjoyed the movie. This outing was exactly what he needed. This quality time with Cherokee was refreshing. Jimmy was enjoying the movie until the man sitting behind him kept on talking during the movie. Cherokee could tell that the man talking was bothering Jimmy so she squeezed his hand signaling for him to calm down and relax. Jimmy looked back and saw that it was a man with dreads who had the motor mouth.

“You see,” the man with the dreads said, in an outburst. “This the shit I be talking about... watch this white chick fall... what I tell you... they always fall and hurt they leg or some dumb shit.”

“Yo can you shut the fuck up!” Jimmy turned around enough was enough he was sick and tired of hearing the man’s mouth. “I can’t even hear the movie!”

“I paid for my ticket like everyone else!” The man with the dreads shot back. “I can talk if I feel like it... who gon stop me?”

Jimmy’s hand moved in a blur as he leaned over and smacked the shit out the man with the dreads then followed with a quick right cross that stunned him. Before Jimmy could hit the man again, he saw Cherokee get two clean punches in on the man with the dreads face. Jimmy sat back for a second and watched Cherokee go to work on the man with dreads. It felt good to know he had a rider on his side. Jimmy stepped in and finished the man off with a belly-to-belly slam from there him and Cherokee stomped the man out until security came and forced them out of the movie theater.