The beaming smile on Jakobe’s face vanished at the sight of her. The fact that she was before him in a short nightshirt with dripping hair was completely lost on him. His body stiffened when he noticed her red rimmed, blood shot eyes. She had been crying. He was immediately on high alert.
“What happened?” he snapped.
She frowned at his sudden change. He towered over her while he craned his head to see inside her home.
“You’ve been crying? Why?” he pressed, when she continued to look at him as if he was crazy.
“I… I,” she stuttered.
“Soap got in my eyes,” she finished in a rush.
Jakobe narrowed his gaze. She was lying, and he knew it. He debated telling her that, but he chose to let it go. He reminded himself that he didn’t want to get too close to her. He was just there to entertain himself in the sweet, wet folds of her body.
“I came over to talk business… and to make up for the meal you lost because of me,” he explained.
He passed the cardboard box in his hand that was full of Chinese food under her nose to entice her to ask him in. Needless to say, she was so desperate that she was willing to beg whomever had been on the other side of the door to come in to keep her company. She was overjoyed to have someone to spend the evening with. Playing it cool, she shrugged her shoulders. Jakobe strolled passed her into her home. She inhaled deeply his cologne, and a scent that was all his. She followed him with her eyes. He had taken the time to shower and change. No longer did he look like he was from million-dollar lane. Instead, he looked very urban with a hint of street, in his loose-fitting acid wash jeans that hung low on his hips.
“High tops,” she stated in awe.
He turned around.
“Yeah, I’m a sucker for Converses.”
He fell in step after her, as she led him to the kitchen. His eyes darted around the space of her home. He was taken aback over the fact that not only was it large, but it was virtually empty. His gaze fell upon the cable box that sat on the floor next to a 72-inch flat screen that was still in the box. A medium sized bar was to the left of the room, with a wall garden further along the same wall. That was it. There were no pictures, and no furniture. He took note of the table for two in the kitchen that over looked the room they had just crossed. His blue eyes fell upon the yellow recycling bin that sat in the kitchen. It was over flowing with empty liquor bottles.
“When is the furniture being delivered?” he inquired, nonchalantly. His keen mind was already painting a picture of the woman before him.
“What?” she paused in her act of retrieving them dinning ware.
“Oh, my ex cleaned the place out when I was in… there isn’t any coming,” she corrected herself, quickly.
Jakobe wanted to ask her the story behind the break up. It was obvious that there was something she was hiding. There was something she didn’t want to bring up about that situation. Her movements had become choppy, and almost forced, due to her sudden mood change. His eyes traveled down her body. It was true that a person tends to be more themselves when they are in the familiar territory of their own home. The truth was the same, he realized about Nakida. She had peeled off the hardened shell she carried herself in, along with the damn fake hair she chose to wear. Even the sound of her voice had become less abrasive. She chatted nonstop while she sat the table.
“Are you on something?”
“What did you just say?”
“You just seem so… different… hyper, almost, with all that talking. I was just expecting more of a fight from you,” he pointed out.
She gave him her back while she fished silverware out of the drawer. She bit her lip as she cautioned herself to calm down. She was so giddy that he had come along to pull her out of her downward spiral that she was acting weird.
“I’m just happy that I’m getting a free meal,” she answered in a way that he was accustomed to. “So, will I have to fuck you later as payment?”
By the time she turned back to face him, the narrow eyed expression that he had before as if he was staring into her had relaxed. She questioned her sanity for even entertaining the thought of sleeping with Jakobe. She couldn’t afford him finding out things about her personal life that he could tell his best friend… her boss.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting up this TV.”
He did a lot more than mount the heavy piece of electronics to the wall. He also fixed her dishwasher, fixed the hinges on a door, and did something to the chandelier in the living room to make the light feature shine brighter. The fact that he even knew how to do those these made her wonder about the man behind the millions. They laughed and teased each other as if they were old friends.
“You really didn’t have to do all that,” she smiled, while pouring him a glass of white wine to complement their meal of wonton soup, spare ribs, pork fried rice, and egg rolls. He took the bottle from her hand and sat it on the table. He ignored her questioning glare. The excess empty wine bottles bothered him, if he was honest.
“I actually enjoyed using my old skills. In my place, maintenance is carried out by the staff,” he explained.
“Maybe I should contact a handyman service.”
“I think not. I’ll handle all of those needs,” he snapped. She tilted her head as she looked at him.
He’s serious, she acknowledged.
“But you’re busy with your stuff. I’ll just—”
“No.”
He pinned her with his blue gaze as he chewed.
“I’ll even come over in dirty jeans and a tool pouch to set the mood,” he offered with a wink. He hid his anger with himself behind hooded lids.
Why the hell do I care about who’s at her house when I’m not here?
Once again, the hairs on his neck and arms stood at attention when the words of Major came to his mind. She was just another conquest, and nothing else.
“I didn’t say it before, but I was amazed at the work you did. What I can’t understand is why that kiss-ass took all the credit? Anyone could see that things changed after you twisted your sexy ass into the meeting.”
“That would have bothered me before, but I still make more than those kiss asses. I don’t need the pats on the head like they do to know my worth. I know I’m good at being ‘The Closer’ as Major calls me.”
“You mean the ‘Deal Whistler’ is what he called you, and I don’t believe that shit. Sometimes getting the praise is a good thing. It lets you know that people actual value you. If not, then you might feel as if you’re being used or being taken for granted,” he said.
“Is that why I’m taking over completing the deal… because you want me to feel valued?
“In more ways than one.”
His voice became deep and sweet as honey. He glanced down at her full lips for a second, before his eyes returned to hers. He desired to fill the thick silence with the sound of her moans, and his grunts. He knew that the short shirt that barely reached her chocolate colored thighs would offer no defense. However, now that he was there with her, his focus surprisingly had shifted. He found himself wanting to discover the nature of the woman he wanted to devour.
“It must drive you crazy being in this big ass house?”
“You have no idea.”
“Why the hell did you buy it, anyway?”
“Well, when I bought it, I didn’t think it was going to be a place for one,” she answered with a wave of her hand.
“Ah, the hubby with a family. Shit, you don’t strike me as the type of person to care about needing a man in her life to start a family,” he stated. He paused as if he was examining her.
“You must be waiting until the money is right. Look, I know women are waiting for that perfect career moment to have kids, but you don’t want your kids getting picked on for having an old mother,” he chuckled. He laughed harder at the cold stare she gave him before she glanced out the window.
“I can’t have children,” she informed him. The revelation caused him to choke on his laughter.
“I wish what you said was the truth, but according to many doctors, I only have one working ovary, which is only at 30%,” she continued. For the first time, he saw pure emotion cross her face. He could even hear it in her voice. What he had thought would lighten the mood, had actually dampened it.
Way to go. Now, I won’t be fucking her tonight, he considered, as a way to explain the sadness that he felt from her revelation. He wanted to ask if that was the reason why her relationship ended. He, himself, didn’t want any kids. He knew himself better enough to know that he was too damn selfish to be a father. Even at the age of 33, he was still self-centered. He didn’t want to be slowed down, or be tied to another. Maybe when he was older, the thought of having someone would be appealing. However, he doubted that he would marry the woman. He always thought that Kurt Russell got it right with Goldie Hawn.
At least, I won’t have to worry about her claiming to be pregnant.
He shifted in his seat at the colossal thought. Once again, he was proving to be the asshole he knew he was.
“I’m sorry,” he offered.
At last, her eyes left whatever had her attention outside to look at him.
“Why should you be?”
“Hold up! There’s no need for you to be a bitch to me,” he hissed back at her. He watched on, while she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm down.
“I’m sorry for the bitch face,” she smirked.
“Why don’t you tell me about your vision for this newly acquired shopping mall empire?”
Finally, the mood turned back to the light hearted one of before. They both kicked themselves for the assumptions they had made of each other. Nakida came to notice that Jakobe was smarter than she had pegged him for. Most rich people just sat back and let those behind the desks do all the work and research, while they were out spending the money. The fact that he knew just as much as she did about the business world, gave her a jolt of excitement. It was rare for her to be able to talk with someone outside of work, and not be limited to the things within the office. It went beyond that. He enlightened her about the world, politics, art, music, and culture. It was as if there wasn’t a topic they couldn’t talk about.
She wasn’t the only one that was hiding her feelings. Jakobe found himself enjoying her company. He was coming to find out as every second that passed that Nakida wasn’t the tough nosed bitch that people thought her to be. It was all an act that maybe she had created. She laughed loud. She teased, and she was likeable. He caught himself a couple of times, wondering why the hell she was alone in this home, surrounded by a bin of empty bottles and a wall garden as the only sign of life. He narrowed his gaze while she spoke. Her hair had dried to resemble a thick, long patch of black cotton on her head. He marveled over the fact that she could hide all of it under the wig she wore.
“I wanna turn your cherry out.”
He hadn’t even realized he had spoken the same words out loud that had been running through his mind, until she stopped in midsentence.
“Is that your way of telling me that I talk too much?” she smirked.
“No, that’s just me finding it very hard to stay focused around you,” he admitted. Without a word, Nakida pushed back from the table. Jakobe followed her movements as she got up and walked around to stand over him. She made room for herself by pushing his place setting back before she sat down on top of it. Jakobe leaned back to take in her offering. He bit down on his bottom lip. He inhaled her. She was a mixture of freshness and sex.
“You won’t stab me with a pen if I was to eat you?”
She answered by spreading her legs wider. Jakobe’s eyes fell to her smooth thighs. He made a show of slowly licking his lips, before he reached out his strong hands to touch her. He felt her stiffen from his touch. His blue questioning gaze lifted to stare at her.
“Your hands are so rough.”
He hid his reaction to her words under his hooded lids as his hands moved higher.
“Does that bother you?”
“Lord no. It surprised me, but it excites me. I don’t care for soft hands… or soft dicks,” she whispered.
Jakobe’s hand tightened on her thigh momentarily, due to her comment. A wicked grin formed across is sensual mouth, but he kept his comment to his self. He leaned forward to give himself access to her upper leg, as he continued to move upward toward her plump, firm ass. She waited for his reaction when he saw that she hadn’t put on any underwear in her hast to answer the door. The expression on his handsome face when he realized it was priceless. It sent a tremor throughout her entire body.
Jakobe’s eyes widened slightly, as his hands reached high on her hips, thinking she was wearing a thong, only to see that she was completely nude under the short shirt. His heated gaze focused on the apex of her legs that was still hidden under the nightshirt.
“You aren’t wearing any panties,” he groaned, still transfixed. “You mean I could have been stroking your pussy with my fingers this whole time.”
His words were having an effect on her. He was taking too long to touch her. Nakida took hold of the hem and began to slowly unveil the object he so desired. The sound of his breath leaving his lungs filled the room at the second his eyes made contact with her pussy. His hands parted her thighs to push them further apart to stare.
“Your pussy is so fucking pretty,” he mumbled while he appraised her.
“Your lips are tight. Your clit is the perfect size. Even the movement of hair is just right, and this…” he paused to run the tip of his finger down her slit. “…has a gush of white cream that’s already leaking.”
No longer willing to wait, Nakida grabbed his wrist and forced his finger into her body. He allowed it, but at his pace.
Fuck, she is tight, the voice in his head sung out, bringing with it a rush of excitement to his hard nuts.
Jakobe stood so fast he knocked his chair to the ground. He withdrew his finger to her protest. However, he silenced her quickly by adding another one into her wet, greedy hole. She reached up to lay seize on his mouth. Once again, he was left dazed by the force and effects of her kisses. She knew what she wanted. She bucked her hips in time with the pumping of his fingers. He marveled at the amount of nectar that moistened his fingers and the palm of his hand. He broke away from her mouth to watch her face. If he thought Nakida was beautiful before, he knew is thoughts were wrong. The woman was fuckin’ breathtaking. She tossed back her head, as she became lost in the way he made her body feel. The sounds she made to let him know that he was mastering her with the practiced strokes of his fingers, were going to make him loose his damn mind.
“I have to taste you,” he pleaded.
She didn’t need to be pressed. In one swoop of her hand, she sent the plates, glasses, the bottle of wine, and everything else that was cluttering the table crashing to the floor.
“Please,” she panted as she leaned back on her elbows.
He righted the chair, sat back down, gripped her hips, and scooted her forward. Her legs shook as he moved his face closer to her quivering cunt. It had been so long since he had been with a woman that knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to show it. So many of his lovers were so focused on putting on a show to please him, but Jakobe could tell that she was different. She was here to be pleased. That thought alone made him want to make her scream his name.
Nakida bit her lip at the feel of his facial hair brushing the inside of her thighs. All the posts he had made earlier of men licking and eating women had made her so hungry for his lips, his mouth, and his tongue.
“Shit,” she cried. Her train of thought was completely lost, as the first light touch of the tip of his pink tongue touched her swollen clit. Instead of her leaning into his mouth, her body swayed out of his reach.
“Hold up,” he chuckled. “You can’t tease a man, then take it away.”
“Just a second,” she moaned.
He shook his head while he draped her legs over his shoulders. He locked his muscular arms around her thighs, trapping her. It seemed as if she sucked all the air from the room. The sound was so loud, when he opened his mouth to taste her pussy from bottom to top in one lick. Changing her mind, Nakida wanted more. With one hand, she pushed him deeper into her legs, while she balanced her weight on her other arm to lift her body up off the table and grind her hips into his hot mouth.
Jakobe watched the many expressions of ecstasy dance across her brown face, as he licked, sucked, hummed, and stabbed her pussy with his tongue. He couldn’t believe the words that fell from her lips. Words that were dirty, lustful, and all served to make his dick harden and grow in length. He couldn’t remember a time that he enjoyed eating a woman at the fever pitch that he ate her. There’s no way she was faking the pleasure he was giving her, but to his surprise, she pushed him away. Wide eyed, he loosened his hold on her legs. He smiled when she shoved him back in the chair.
Nakida straddled his hips to grind her cunt on his bulge. His smile turned into a moan shortly after. He froze as she began to lick his face clean of the lasting residue from her body that glistened on his lips. She sucked hard on his full bottom lip.
“I had no idea my pussy tastes that good.”
“My Lord,” he groaned while he blinked his eyes. A deep frown ceased his handsome face. He was no longer in the mood to be teased. He needed her, now. He was already moving meetings around in his mind, because he knew he was going to fuck this woman well into the late morning hours.
Her hands went to his jeans. She quickly unzipped them to free his cock. This time it was she that groaned at the size of his cock. It was thick, long, and ripped with veins that she knew were going to stroke her walls. She followed the curvature of his shaft. She was completely unaware of licking her lips, but he saw it. He also heard the loud knock on the front door. With his last bit of his sanity, Jakobe removed his throbbing cock from her clutches.
“The door,” he pointed out.
“Huh?”
“There’s someone at the door.”
Nakida tilted her head to listen. Sure enough, a jingle of the doorbell, followed by a curse could be heard. All the heated emotions that had been coursing through her went stone cold at the recognizing of the person on the other side of the door. She saw now that she had made a big mistake by ignoring the person’s texts and calls throughout the day. Of course, she had no way of knowing that Jakobe was going to pop in.
“Is there a problem?”
He picked up on the change in her demeanor at the sound of the female that was still beating on the door and demanding for her to open up. Without a word, she walked stiffly over to the door to crack it. Jakobe got up from the chair to walk around the empty room that over looked her front yard. He glanced out the blinds to see the parked car in her drive way before his eyes began to admire the wall garden. His mouth fell open when he noticed the greenery that dominated the garden. He was so focused on taking in the green plants that had tiny crystal on it which was a sign of their potency that he almost missed what was being said. His cold blue eyes narrowed. He didn’t know all what was going on, but one thing he did know. He was going to bust the bitch in the mouth that was raising her voice at Nakida. He wondered where the tough girl that she put on with everyone else had gone? Nakida held the door firm when her sister tried to push her way in.
“This isn’t the time for this,” repeated Nakida.
“Listen, I know that Ma was really nasty last night. A lot of what she said to you was really fucked up, and I sided with her, too…but I know you aren’t going to get all crabby about it. Move the hell out of the way,” said her sister, attempting again to get in.
“You aren’t going to let me in?”
“No.”
“So, you’re going to be stank about it then. I drove all this way to see you. Fine. Ma was right. You’re fuckin’ crazy. Go back to your Netflix and popping your damn pills while you sit in this house all by yourself… crying yourself to sleep. I won’t—”
Jakobe snatched the door open wider to get a look at the nasty bitch. The anger on his handsome face caused the woman to let out a shriek of surprise as she stepped back from the door. Not only was he pissed that her presences had put a halt to what had been going on in the house, but for some reason, he was enraged at the way she was treating Nakida. The woman glanced over her shoulder to acknowledge his car that he had parked in the front of the house. She opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her.
“Bye Felicia,” he growled, slamming the door in her face.
He locked it as a warning for the woman to not try to come back. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration as he pinned Nakida with his gaze. She remained quiet to keep the embarrassment she felt from coming to the surface. She had hoped that her loud-mouthed ass sister would have left, but instead, the fool had to be a bitch about it. She could punch herself for being so damn stupid. This is the reason why she didn’t mess around with men that were connected to her job. She would have been ashamed no matter who the man was that had just witnessed what her sister said, but it stung 100-fold, because Jakobe knew her boss. She could only pray that he wouldn’t retell it to Major. She could feel his eyes on her back.
“What did she mean about pill popping?”
“They are prescribed, but I don’t take them because they make me a zombie,” she mumbled, on her way to pour herself a drink at the bar. The night was obviously shot.
“Just like those were prescribed,” he stated, pointing at the weed plants in her wall garden.
A shrug was her only answer. For some reason, her reaction made him want to slap her. Just get in and get out, a voice whispered in his mind. Why the hell should he care about what she does? She’s a grown woman. Why did he want to know the reasons behind the conversation he just over heard? He appeased the nagging voice by pointing out the fact that he didn’t want to entangle himself with a crazy woman that wouldn’t take kindly to him leaving her later once he had his fill. He watched on as she tossed back the drink she had poured before she began to refill it.
“Thank you for the meal,” she replied without looking at him.
“How do you know I was ready to leave?”
Her brown eyes lifted from her glass.
“I just assumed—”
“Don’t… but I have to say that being with a drunk isn’t my idea of a fun night either.”
She shifted her weight at his accusing tone.
“I’m not a drunk,” she hissed, angry that he repeated the same thing her mother had said last night.
“No, you’re a pothead, too.”
“Who the hell gave you the right… you know what, get the fuck out,” she spat, even while her mind was crying for him to stay. She knew that after he left, her lonely night would pick up from where she left it.
Jakobe clenched his jaw as a blinding rage threatened to overtake him. How the hell could she bring him to a fever pitch of desire to the point that he was in a daze. Then, in the next second, piss him off to the point that he was blind with rage.
“So, you get to cum, but I don’t? I swear to God if you shrug your shoulder or roll your damn eyes at me, I’m going to shake you until you chip a tooth,” he growled, closing the space between them. He snatched the glass out of her hand.
“I see you,” he remarked.
From the way his eyes were boring into her, examining her, she could tell he was thinking. It seemed as if he had kicked on his x-ray vision to lay all her secrets bare. No matter how much she wanted to spit a quick comeback or turn away, he held her in his gaze.
“I don’t want you to go.”
Jakobe kept the shock of her words from reregistering on his face.
“I’m not staying,” he responded, instead.
“I’ll be by your offices in the morning. It goes without saying that—”
He held his hand up to silence her.
“I’m not staying because you’re coming with me. I was going to tell you, before all of that,” he waved his hand in the air. “While you are settling things, you are going to be staying with me. I want you close by to make business, and pleasure easier.”
He pulled her into his embrace. She could feel the evidence of the pleasure he was speaking of pressed against her stomach. Instantly, she felt the cream from her pussy on the inside of her thighs. He could see the excitement of his offer in the depths of her brown eyes mixed with hesitation. His mouth covered hers to dash the latter from her mind.
“I want you so much. I’ll even activate Netflix,” he moaned against her lips. She chuckled.
“Major can’t know about this,” she warned, seriously.
“Agreed.”
Seconds later, Jakobe stood in the empty room after she disappeared down the hall. He refused to question why the hell he had asked her to stay with him when he had never asked another woman to do so. Nor did he give any attention to Major’s warning that was rattling around in his brain.