Nakida eyed the dark grey Dodge Charger with the black tinted windows while she waited for him to toss her bag and suitcase along with the two weed plants she gave him in the truck of his car. She had to admit that this man kept her on her toes, from his choice of car, to the extent of his knowledge, to his dress, to his laid back, homeboy type of vibe. Even still, he held a bit of refinement that spoke of his wealth. What she did like was that he didn’t try to be down, or hood like some white men that had tried to push up on her in the past. Her eyes went to her house. She felt energized, knowing that she would have a few days away from the expensive four-bedroom tomb. Not only would she have company, but she would also be able to scratch her sexual itch that had been with her for so long. She had no fear of being with Jakobe. Although she didn’t know him personally, Major had told her enough about him throughout the last two years since their first meeting to make her feel safe.
She bit her lip nervously as moved to the side for him to open the car door for her. She breathed deeply of his scent. Her mind was on a constant replay of what he had done to her in the house. Her eyes lingered on his lips before she got into the car. She glanced up to take in his wicked grin. He knew just what she was thinking.
“I bet you can’t wait to get to my house so you can smother me again?”
“If you let me drive, I won’t have to wait,” she teased. The sound of his laughter after he closed her door to walk to the driver side, caused her to laugh, too. The roar of the engine coming alive, startled her. She shifted in her seat at the strong vibrations shaking her body.
“You have a Hemi,” she chuckled.
“Don’t tell me you know cars,” he questioned as he peeled off down her street. Nakida tossed back her head in merriment while she hung on to the door.
“Don’t try to drift, and flip this car over,” she warned.
He shot her a questioning look. He wasn’t confused by what she said, but more by how she had knowledge of it. A frown creased his face when she chose to stare out the window to keep from answering him. It wasn’t until he had navigated through the neighborhood to reach the highway did she speak.
“I have to ask you something.”
At his nod, she continued.
“I try not to assume anything… and I don’t want to weird you out, but I have to ask… what are we doing?”
Jakobe tilted his head in thought. He wasn’t going to say; I’m just going to fuck you until my strange obsession for you is satisfied. He damn sure wasn’t going to make her feel as if it was more than that either.
“We’re friends with benefits,” he replied at last.
“Or fuck buddies.”
“I didn’t want to say it like that, but yeah,” he smiled. He couldn’t help experiencing relief, but there was also a twinge of annoyance there, at how matter of fact she was.
“What are the boundaries?”
“Why do I feel as if this is a deal?” he inquired as he paused at a stop sign.
“Well, it is. This way, we know what’s expected.”
He pinned her with his blue gaze while he turned in his seat to look at her. He quickly switched on his hazard lights as an afterthought.
“And what if the rules of this arrangement are changed by one of us?”
What the fuck am I saying?
“Then we revisit the rules, or we terminate the arrangement completely. Look…,” she sighed. “I know you are free to do as you please, and so am I. I just don’t want any misunderstanding.”
“And there won’t be, just as long as you understand that I don’t share, and while I’m with you… I’m with you,” he stated coldly.
“Oh,” she remarked, completely unaware of his feelings.
“That surprises you?” he asked in a low tone that should have made her think twice.
“Shit, I see the posts you make in the groups, and the comments made by the women after your little hooks ups,” she smirked.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen anything like that about you ever posted,” he replied instead. He was finally given the opening he needed to find out the answer to the questions that had been burning his mind all day. He didn’t like the amount of time it was taking her to answer though.
“I saw the group as a social outlet.”
“You haven’t answered the question, Nakida,” he hissed.
This time she stopped to look at him. There was a glimmer in the depths of his eyes that made her wonder the reason why it was so important for him to know. She toyed with the idea of telling him that she had fucked a few men from the group, but instead, decided on the truth.
“No, I haven’t. I used it as a way to flirt, but I never actually took it as far as you have. After this test drive with you, I just might,” she winked.
Jakobe remind silent for second before a smile that didn’t reach his blue eyes creeped upon his face.
“We’ll see,” he said.
Her eyebrow went up at the force he pushed the button to turn off the hazard lights before he pulled away from the stop sign. Shrugging, she settled back in the leather seat.
“Since we’re friends, I gotta ask what’s the story behind the empty bottles, and the pills?”
He stole a quick glimpse of her while he sped up to get on the highway toward his home. Whereas she was unable to read his body language, he had no problem picking up on hers. He saw her stiffen due to his question.
“What goes on between us stays with us, unless you tell it,” he promised her.
“I do it to take up the time. I’m fine at work, you know… because I’m busy, but at home…” her word trailed off.
“I assume that’s what happens when the romance is over and the relationship ends,” he mumbled.
“Lost love has a way of doing that, I guess.”
He eyed her as he switched lanes. There was something strange in her voice. There was a glazed over look in her brown eyes that made him want to shake her back to reality. Luckily, the moment passed. He witnessed her visibly shake herself, before a blinding smile replaced the frown that had been tugging on her lips.
“I couldn’t help but notice you have a green thumb,” he spoke, trying to push the conversation to a lighter topic.
“It’s just a hobby.”
“For some reason, I doubt that. That’s a strong strain of herbs you have.”
“Is that why you asked me for a bag?”
“Hey, you don’t worry about that,” he winked.
For the rest of the ride, he gave her advice that would double her production and would create some mind-blowing weed. He explained why growing it in water instead of soil was better. He answered her questions about splicing and cross breeding.
“How the hell do you know this stuff?” she inquired, leaning on the door to examine him as he exited the freeway to enter traffic.
“The same way you know about cars,” he tossed back. Her brown eyes widened.
“You have a personal knowledge,” she replied in awe.
“How deep of a knowledge?” she asked.
“Why is it that you just speaking the word deep gets me hard?” he mumbled.
From the way she was leaning in the door with her body turned to face him, he had clear access to stare at her cunt. He had been taken aback when she had reappeared from her bedroom dressed in the tight dark blue short shorts. He had done nothing to hide his appraisal of her body. For the defined muscles in her arms, to her full breast, her taunt waist that flowed into her sensual hips to her thick, firm thighs, she was a perfect size 14. His eyes had stayed locked on the sway of her hips while he had fell in step behind her towards his car. The shorts barely covered her ass. To prove his point, he had slowed down to give her enough of a lead in front of him to take in the small amount of ass cheeks that were playing peek-a-boo with him. He had wanted to grab her by the ass then and there to pull her against him and experience the shock of her kiss once again. However, he had beat down the urge. She’s was his now. There was no stopping him now.
He brushed her thigh lightly. He didn’t have to look at her to see her instant arousal. He heard the change in her breathing. He slid a finger into the side of her shorts and pulled the denim to the side as he tilted his head to the side.
“I was wondering if you had on underwear this time.”
A deep frown creased his face when he saw the lacy fabric hiding her pussy from his sight. Nakida leaned over to capture in her mouth his lower lip, that he had pouted out to show his displeasure. He let out a loud moan from the force of her suckle. Jakobe freed his lip. The barely controlled desire she saw boiling in the depths of his blue eyes, sent the most delicious wave of pleasure through her quivering cunt.
“I hope you can back up all this teasing, Nakida.”
He began to pass his thumb slowly across her bottom lip.
“I promise to put all of your previous house guests to shame.”
He paused for a second before he continued.
“There hasn’t been any other sleep overs that lasted beyond the break of day,” he admitted in a hushed tone.
“Oh,” remarked Nakida. She backed up from him when his words registered in her mind.
She could see him still watching her from out of the corner of her eyes. He heard her sigh when he straightened back in his seat to move along with the traffic. The silence remained in the car the reminder of the 20 mins to his home. With the sight of the house looming before them at the end of the driveway, there was a nervousness that settled over them both. Nakida felt the weight of rocking his world, while the fact that he opened his home to her bothered him. His nightly companions only went as far as a room on the main level that he dedicated for his one night stands. A lucky few had ventured as far as the kitchen, but never beyond that. However, Nakida would be staying with him for a short length of time under his command.
The stars had come out to sprinkle the sky with their light. By the time he opened the front door, a funk had settled over him. He smiled and thanked her for her kind words regarding his spacious home as he tried hard to keep his annoyance to himself. Of course, he knew that she wasn’t the blame. This situation was all him. He was the one that had been chasing her like a dog in heat these past few days. He was the one that capitalized on the fact that she was lonely and to set her up as a willing fuck buddy to satisfy his need for her.
He led her upstairs, down the hall, and opened the door to her room.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I tend to get sleepless, so—”
“You don’t have to make up lies. I get that you like your personal space,” she smirked, taking her bag from his hand. “I’ll be fine.”
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to fuck her on every open space of the room, but the nature of her presence was throwing him off.
“I have to check on a few things,” he grumbled as headed for the door. She looked over her shoulder to see him enter the door across the hall. Now that she was alone, she dropped her act of being at ease. She had thought he would have gotten right to the point as soon as he had her in his home, yet he hadn’t. She knew that after they had gotten the first time out of the way, they would be able to relax. Right now, it was the pre-sex jitter stage.
“I just hope he’s good,” she moaned as she shifted her weight.
She was so horny, and to have gone through all the teasing and build up only for the main show to be lack luster would have been a cruel ass joke.
Jakobe tossed the damp towel in the basket as he walked out of the steamy bathroom. After coming into his room, he had to do something to calm himself. The entire time he stood under the steamy water, his mind was filled with the images of the tantalizing woman that was just a few steps across the hall from him. Instead of the second bath of the day taking care of his rock-hard cock, it only served to thicken and grow. He ran a hand through his damp hair. His head turned slowly to his phone that was on top of his dresser. Before he changed his mind, he strolled over, picked up his cell, and pulled up the app that gave him surveillance of his home.
His eyes narrowed. He stood frozen nude in the middle of his large bedroom as he watched Nakida walk around in nothing but a lacy G-string. His strong hand gravitated to his dick. He gripped it hard while he stroked his length from the base to the mushroom shaped tip. Slowly, he let his hand drop back to his side. In a daze, he walked over to his dresser. He opened the drawer, removed a pair of low riding sleep pants, and covered his nakedness all while he watched her movements. He could tell she was singing to some unheard music that he assumed was playing on either her lap top or phone. He chuckled at the way she tossed her hands in the air or danced as if she was performing in front a crowd on stage. Jakobe bit his lip when she turned toward the hidden camera which gave him a clear vision of her perky full breast. He didn’t know how long he leaned against the wall transfixed by her until she disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she returned, dressed for bed in a two piece that consisted of a spaghetti strapped satin top and boy shorts.
He pushed off the wall at the sight of her leaving her room. He tapped the screen to switch the view to the hallway. His gaze darted back and forth from his phone to the closed door. He watched her on the screen as she debated knocking on the door. She danced on her feet while her lips moved. He couldn’t make out what she was saying, but it was obvious that she was practicing what to say. She shrugged her shoulders, shook her head, and took off down the hallway. Amused, he tossed the phone on the bed before he exited the room. Jakobe waited until he was downstairs before he called out to her. When she answered, he told her of his location in the kitchen.
Nakida followed his deep voice until she rounded the corner to find him in the open gourmet style kitchen. The beautifully handmade cabinets and stainless steel appliances were completely lost on her. The only thing she could focus on was the handsome man that stood on the other side of the large granite top island. Her almond shaped eyes narrowed at the sight of his muscular chest, tan skin, and ripping abs. Her gaze traveled down the dark thin line of hair that started under his belly button to vanish under the waistline of his low riding dark blue sleep pants. The pants rode so low on his hips that she was sure that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Unfortunately, the high island kept her from seeing if her guess was a fact.
Slowly, her brown eyes retraced their steps, this time making note of the large tattoo that dominated the entire left side of his body. She stepped closer to focus on the art work that started high up on his shoulder to cover that side of his chest and rib cage.
“My eyes are up here,” he teased, getting her attention.
“Sorry,” she laughed.
“It’s on your back, too!”
Jakobe had turned to open the large refrigerator, giving her a view of rest of the tattoo that had taken over a year to complete. It covered the left backside of his back to stop at waist.
“Yes, you can say I went through a period of mild insanity.”
“Mild,” she scoffed, coming to stand behind him. She leaned back on the island as she studied the Asian styled tat of a white tiger roaming in a bamboo forest.
“Do you have any?”
“No,” she replied firmly. He glanced over his shoulder doubtfully at her response.
“Bullshit, I know you have to have at least one,” he smiled. He kicked the refrigerator door shut. His hands snaked around her waist, pulling her forward. He leaned around her and lowered his head to examine her lower back.
“No tramp stamp,” he stated in awe.
“Fuck you,” she chuckled, shoving him away.
The connection of being in his arms and touching his chest had an instant effect on her. It felt as if a million butterflies in her belly took off in flight. The rumble of his deep laughter vibrated through her body. He gave her his back again to go back to fixing his plate of the take out Chinese food they brought back. She was no longer listening to anything he was saying. Her lust had kicked in. Her eyes fell to his ass. She licked her lips.
His words became lodged in his throat when he felt her soft hands on his back. He dropped his head to watch in slow motion as she wrapped her arms around him. Her hands moved up to his chest, then they changed direction. Slowly, they roamed over his rippling abs, then continued to his tight stomach. He clamped down on his jaw when her hand closed around his marble hard dick. His strong hand covered hers to show her the stroke that worked the best. With her free hand, Nakida tugged on his pants until they fell to the tile floor. She stepped back to allow him room to turn around. She swallowed hard at the intense expression etched on his handsome face. For what seemed like forever, Jakobe towered over her, saying nothing. Finally, he kissed her passionately. No longer did his mouth hint of being on her pussy, but he tasted of peppermint.
It didn’t take long for the heat between them to rise. Her hands were everywhere while he did his best to control the lust that was throbbing through his veins. He wanted to savor this moment, and enjoy his prize. His hands slipped under her shirt to touch her flesh. He broke away from her lips, just long enough to remove her night shirt. Wanting to speed things along, she stripped herself bare from the waist down. He paused to consider kissing her again. However, one look at her breasts convinced him to do otherwise. Opening his mouth wide, he began to suckle hard on her dark nipples while he kneaded and tested the weight of the firm globe. He smiled at pressure of her hands on the back of his head, forcing him to remain until he broke free.
He stepped back to examine her. His lustful blue gaze searched her face as if he was cataloguing for memory. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why this woman was making him change his habits. He was never this gentle with his other lovers. There was no gazing beyond what he did while he was fucking them from behind. He took note of her dilated brown eyes, the rise and fall of her breasts as he went downward. However, it was what he saw leaking down her thigh that caused him to lose grip on his lust. He reached out a finger, and touched her thigh to stop the creamy liquid that was cascading down from her cunt.
“I knew you were going to be good. I just had no idea you were going to be this good,” he whispered. Jakobe pulled her hard against him, shifting her position, and pushed her back on the refrigerator door. He lifted her leg high to expose her for his attack.
“Shit,” she hissed when the mushroom shaped tip of his dick began to penetrate her.
“Fuck, you’re so hot… so damn wet, and so fuckin’ small,” he grunted. He leaned back to watch the slow progress of his cock opening, stretching, and vanishing into her moist opening. He withdrew, then continued each time, feeding her more of his length.
“I don’t want you to baby me. I want you to fuck me,” she moaned.
“You sure? I don’t want you complaining later and walking funny.”
“If I’m not sore, then you haven’t used that dick right, which would be a was—”
Jakobe bent his knees, and buried the last five inches of his dick within her in one swift movement, turning her words into a scream. He smiled as he rotated his hips, forcing himself even deeper within. He took a second to balance his weight as he lifted her leg higher, lowered his head, and began to fuck her at a savage pace. The sounds of the contents clanking, and shaking within the rocking fridge kept in time with the thrusting of his hips. Nakida wrapped her hands around his strong neck. Their eyes locked. He slowed his pace to torture her with his long stroke. He marveled at the genuine expressions of pleasure on her face, at the sounds and words of lust that erupted from her mouth, and the honey response of her body that bathed his nuts and pubic hair in her juices.
“I need the bed,” he mumbled.
He glanced back over his shoulder as he considered his options. The thought of fucking her in the room he reserved for his one night stands didn’t sit well with him for some reason, which left only one option.
“Hold on,” he demanded.
There was no way he was going to pull out to take her upstairs. He intended on falling asleep in her pussy. Instead, he picked her up by her waist. Nakida quickly wrapped her legs around him. He turned and walked toward the stairs. With each step, he was having a hard time remaining in control, due to her determination to have him. He stopped, started, and pleaded with her numerous times to wait until they were upstairs, however she used her upper body strength to rise and fall on his thick cock. He reached out to grab the banister on the stairs to keep from falling.
“You’re going to make us bust our ass, Nakida,” he warned. He narrowed his eyes at her disobedience.
“Fine,” he snapped, laying her back on the steps. He rested her legs on his chest, forcing them back till her knees touched her shoulders.
“You want it… take it,” he grunted. Her loud screams echoed throughout the main floor. The smacking sounds of their bodies colliding was almost deafening.
“Ja...Ja…fuck, Jakobe.”
She regretted telling him to make it hurt. He had become a goddamn savage. She felt him in her ass, in her legs, in her guts, and even in her chest. Even still, it felt amazing. The way he moaned, the feel of his hands, the way he watched her from under his hooded lids, his graphic words that were just as if not raunchier than hers, and the strength of his muscles flexing under her fingertips was all beyond anything she had experienced with any man in a very long time.
He hushed her cries into moans with his crushing kiss, while he continued to pound away. He captured her hands that attempted to push him back, placing them behind her back. She was like a drug that was coursing through his veins. His damp hair began to impair his vision as it became wetter from the beads of sweat on his brow.
“You’re such a tease,” he stated in a sensual deep voice, bringing his thrusts to a more reasonable pace.
“You scream for me to stop, but here you are… wet as ever,” he panted against her parted lips.
“Well, I didn’t think I was going to be paralyzed from the waist down,” she grumbled.
Jakobe tossed back his head in laughter.
“Will you behave, so I can get you in my bed?” he chuckled.
At her nod, he showed his strength by picking her up, still rested in her body. He quickly scaled the stairs, walked down the hall, and laid her down in his bed. He left her there to walk into his bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with a handful of condoms. He found her sitting on the edge of the bed. He walked up to her. He caressed her lips with his thumb. She knew what he wanted. She took his cock in her hand and opened her mouth wide to accommodate his girth. She watched as his eyes rolled back before they closed. He rocked forward, then caught himself by stabilizing himself with a hand on her shoulder.
Jakobe pinned her with his narrow blue gaze. He had to watch her to ensure that what she was making him feel wasn’t a fantasy. Her mouth was beyond heaven. It was otherworldly. Unable to remain still, he held her head captive while he slowly fucked her willing mouth. He had no desire to hurt her, but he wanted more. He wanted to go deeper. A shiver ran down his spine, as the sound of her choking vibrated in the still room. He was a greedy bastard. He forced her head down even more, and was rewarded with feel of her throat closing around the tip of his dick, which sent a wave of hot saliva down his cock. He grabbed the base of his dick, and gave it a hard squeeze to stop the urge to cum that was building there.
“I’m not ready,” he whispered, more to himself than to her. Nakida freed his dick. She got to her feet to stand before him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“For the lack of sleep, and for all the things I’m going to do to you,” he replied in a deep intense voice.
Her reaction of moaning while she bit her lip was his undoing. He picked her up by the waist and tossed her back. A deep frown creased his handsome face when she wrestled out of his hold, but he smiled after she rolled over to her stomach to get on all fours with her ass up in the air. All he could think about was getting back into her. He glimpsed at the foil pack for a second before he penetrated her again. He leaned forward to allow his hand access to roam her body underneath as he thrusted slowly for a few minutes.
“Hold on,” he whispered in her ear.
He eyed her as she gripped the cover. His strong hands grabbed her hips while he fucked her hard and steady.
“Lean down,” he hissed as he pulled her hips back higher.
“Oh, God,” cried Nakida, when she realized what he was getting in position to do. Placing his feet on the bed, he straddled her ass from behind and began to hop like a frog. At the downward angle, she felt his dick everywhere all at once. He felt it. She was close, and so was he. Her quaking, tight walls were going to be the death of him. He grinded his teeth as he willed himself to hold on. She was getting tighter as she climbed the mountain top.
“Jesus, don’t clench up,” he groaned, but she didn’t listen.
Nakida was a million miles away as he took her high, closer to that sweet abyss with each death drop, until she let out a scream of release.
“Shit,” hissed Jakobe.
Her final tremor was too damn forceful, and too damn good. He had danced too damn close to the flames for too damn long. He felt her nectar mix with his cum for a brief moment before he pulled out to pump the remaining thick fluid on her back. He let out a stream of curses under his breath while he tried to regain his breath. He had been warned that there was that one pussy that could make a man sell his car, diss all his friends, and make a man believe in Jesus. He had always laughed… until tonight… until Nakida. She was the total package.
She didn’t move until he came back from the bathroom with a towel to clean up his spill.
My Lord, he is fine, she thought.
From where he sat next to her, she took in his tan, firm, muscular, disheveled features. His closely trimmed facial hair gave him a dangerous looking edge that took his sex appeal to another level. Jakobe was easily every full-blooded woman’s dream. He had a swag to him that was mischievous, with his smirks and flip mouth, yet he had this allure that stirred the blood with passion. The way he hid his eyes to hide what was going on behind them, made you wonder just what he was capable of doing behind closed doors. She didn’t have to wonder. She had been given a full demonstration. Now, she could see why the women in the private group acted like crackheads after they had been with him.
Nakida glanced up to find him staring at her. She had been so deep in thought she hadn’t noticed that he had finished wiping her clean. He was trying to read her. She could tell by the quiet, intense way his eyes scanned her brown face. She quickly painted a smile on her face and pushed the thoughts back to ensure they didn’t shine through her brown eyes. She wasn’t going to let things turn awkward. She wasn’t going to try to stay and sleep in his bed. She wasn’t going to assume there was going to be conversation, or more, after he had gotten what he wanted. She wasn’t going to be the female that blurred the line when she was the one that talked about setting boundaries. She flinched when she rolled up into a sitting position.
“It starts,” Jakobe smiled, referring to her slow gestures.
“Are you alright?” he questioned, pulling her forward to close the small gap between them. He touched her neck, then made a path to her breasts.
“Yes,” she replied as she scooted past him to stand.
“Where are you going?” he asked over his shoulder.
“To my room.”
Jakobe’s full face was hidden from her, and he kept his gaze focused on the pattern of his comforter.
“Why?”
“Because that’s my room.”
“Hmm,” he responded. He paused and pulled back the covers.
“Get into bed with me,” he commanded, still not fully looking at her.
He could see out of the corner of his eye that she hesitated for a moment. The fact that she didn’t readily do as he asked, pissed him off. He usually left his women in the downstairs room, if they slept over.
“No,” she said, at last. “You get restless, which is why you put me across the hall. I’ll turn into a bear if you start that shit.”
“And if I need you in the middle of the night?”
His voice had dropped to that dangerous octave of deepness that stirred the butterflies in her stomach.
“Then, I suggest when you wake me in my bed, you do so in a very creative way that I won’t mind,” she remarked in a tone that made his cock jerk.
A few minutes later, he heard sounds from the TV drift into his room through his open door. Annoyed, he finally got up, tossed the unused condoms on the nightstand, and gathered his laptop to work in bed. His eyes constantly glared at the open door from the sounds coming from out of her room.
“What the hell is she watching?” he grumbled.
He didn’t know if it was the fact that she chose to spend the rest of her evening with the damn TV instead of him that pissed him off, or if it was the fact that he was bothered by it in the first place that frustrated him. He tilted his head to listen to her comments of whatever was going on in the show she was watching. Her scream was the last straw. He threw back the covers and marched across the hall. He strolled into the room, and glared at the images on the mounted 50-inch flat screen.
“Can you move?” shrieked Nakida. Jakobe backed away until his stood next to the bed.
“What the hell is this? Wait… is that Wynona Ryder?”
“Yes, and its Strange Places. I started watching it, but stopped because it scared me.”
“Why are you watching it now?”
“Because I’m staying with you, so I’m watching it.”
“Yet you’re over here screaming and cursing,” he smirked.
“Well, the monster broke out, and the little boy is trying to run away, and—”
“Scoot over,” he chuckled.
He loved it when she spoke with her hands. He was happy that she had chosen to stay nude, just as he had. “I see you’re one of those people that wait until October to watch scary shit, when they know damn well they’re light weights. Is this the first episode?”
“Yes.”
He laughed a few seconds later when she jumped at the appearance of the monster behind the scared boy hiding in the shed. Five episodes later, Jakobe found himself still watching the damn show, long after she had fallen asleep. Now, he wanted to know what the strange girl had to do with the mystery, and if the teenage sister to the boy was ever going to get her shit straight and leave the asshole boyfriend. He gazed down upon Nakida sleeping soundly next to him. He smiled and shook his head as he recalled how she had him laughing, due to her TV watching antics. At one part in the show, she had gotten onto her knees, and pumped her arms as if she was running with the kids, while she shouted at the screen. He had pulled her to his side which is where she remained, falling asleep in his arms. The only thing that had taken her attention from the screen was the constant text messages that had started coming in around 11:30pm.
He leaned over, picked up her cell from off the bed, and looked at the time. He couldn’t believe it was almost two in the morning. Tossing the phone down, he turned off Netflix before he was suckered into watching another installment. He had to admit, that he would have never watched it, if it hadn’t been for her. Slowly, Jakobe removed his arm from under her. Nakida rolled away from him. He leaned over, turned off the light, and laid back down next to her, drawing her back against him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed that he had ended up getting his way. She was his. His hands caressed her body in the darkness under the covers before he settled down for sleep. Unfortunately, his victory was short lived. His eyes became slits of blue at the sight of her cell lighting up from another text.