Nakida spent the entire 20-minute drive back to his place rehearsing in her mind what she was going to say. They had just crossed the threshold into the house before she began to speak what was on her mind. Jakobe rubbed his eye, in an attempt to keep a serious expression, but he was having a hard time. He took in her wide legged stance. He had no doubt that she was at the point that she might entertain the thought of striking him. Her rage brought his desire for her to a new level. The way her full breasts rose and fell due to her fuming, and the way she flung her hands around in the mist of her rage did something to him. He leaned back on the locked front door. He kept his blue eyes hidden under hooded lids. He was sure if he looked at her, his emotions would have been seen in their depths. He didn’t even want to begin entertaining the thought of what he would have done if she had actually been fucking around.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you standing there like I’m putting you to sleep?”
“Sweetheart, your mouth is too big for me to sleep.”
His eyes finally moved to look at her. She could see it. It wasn’t anger at her cursing, but something just as strong… lust. She hated when he regarded her in that Paul Newman kinda of way, with his head tilted.
“Don’t look at me that way,” she snapped.
“How’s this?” he teased, closing his eyes.
“Fuck you,” she hissed, turning on her heels to walk away.
“Why didn’t you tell me what you were dealing with?”
The quietness of his voice made her stumble in her step. She looked back over her shoulder to find him still in the same spot. He was at it again, she realized. Even at the distance between them, she could feel his gaze attempting to strip her bare. She swallowed hard. Tossing up her hands, she took a few steps toward him.
“Embarrassment.”
Jakobe sucked in his bottom lip as he nodded his head.
“I’ll give you that, because of the nature of what’s going on between us, but don’t keep things from me. I don’t like it,” he stated, coming off the door. Nakida stepped back as if she had been punched.
“You don’t like to be kept in the dark?” she stated in mocked awe. “Okay, answer this riddle… where did that truck come from? Oh, and when did you become all Jack Reacher with the gun and the smack down?”
He held his hand up.
“Don’t ever compare me to Tom Cruise,” he smirked.
“Fine! Keep it. Shit, people tend to keep a little, anyway,” she grumbled.
“Not friends.”
She scoffed.
“We’re fuckin’ each other, Jakobe. Don’t get it twisted.”
He pinned her with his cold gaze. She tried to make her feet move, but they were under his command. All she could do was stand there as he closed the space between them to tower over her.
“I told you that while were together, I don’t—”
“I know what you said. What would you have done, if you did catch me with my ass up?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Nakida,” he grunted.
“You and your shiny gun, with your posse...”
He ran his hands through his hair while he released a slow breath.
“I want to eat, and watch the next few episodes of American Horror Story to see what’s up with Lady Gaga’s character. Then, we can—”
“She’s a fuckin’ vampire that stole the cop’s kid.”
He narrowed his gaze at the smile that formed on her full lips due to the spoiler.
“That’s right. I watched the first two episodes without you,” she added for good measure. She moved back to keep from being captured in his crushing embrace.
“You go eat by yourself. I don’t like eating with a two-faced asshole that must follow me because he doesn’t trust me. Shit, you were the one that was dicking down every bitch that you winked at. I should be the one watching your roaming ass,” she barked.
It took him a second to shake off the anger that was mounting within him to notice that she had walked off, and was now heading up the stairs. He took off after her, catching her just as she rounded the corner on the second level toward their rooms. His hand reached out to jerk her back to his side. No longer did he hide his anger or frustration behind a handsome smile. Later, he would probably admit to himself that his rage was because of the fear he had experienced when he had considered her losing interest in him.
“Don’t do this,” he warned.
“You’re blocking the door to my room.”
“Why are you going in there?”
“Because you’re getting on my nerves. I’m tired. This is my space, and I’m not fucking you tonight,” she explained, hotly.
“You can do all that in there,” he replied, pointing to his room across the hall.
“I don’t want to be with you, so get out—”
“Fine,” he snapped.
Jakobe pushed open the room door. He strolled in, and began pulling her things out of the dressers and closet. Nakida had to jump out of the way to keep from being trampled. She stared on in shock as he made the three trips back and forth from her room to his to move everything over into his personal space. After a while, she began to laugh silently at his antics of slamming dresser draws as he mumbled under his breath about her annoying him. She covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter. She thought it safe to enter his room after he finally sat on the edge of the bed, the deed complete.
“Are you going to be alright?” she chuckled.
“Yes,” he sneered. “I will be, after you get your ass in here.”
“What was all of that about?” she questioned, still chuckling. Jakobe stole a sheepish glance at her. He shook his head at his own actions.
“You frustrate the hell out of me.”
He kept his gaze on her shoes when she came close to stand in front of him. She had to realize by now that he was falling for her. There was no damn way he would make a damn fool out of himself just for sex. He would have gotten rid of her weeks ago. If she did know, he had to admit that she played it off very well. Without a word, he pulled her forward to stand between his legs. He sighed as he rested his head on her stomach. He closed his eyes at the feel of her hands in his hair.
“I see I’ve made a mistake.”
She felt him stiffen from her comment. He surprised her by tightening his embrace. She felt her heart beat quicken. Was he saying he wasn’t going to let her go? Was there more than just his rule of not sharing that was the motive behind him following her tonight?
“I’ve spoiled you into expecting pussy every night,” she said, instead of the thoughts that were running through her mind. She felt his arms loosen.
“And in the morning,” he added in a voice that sounded like a wounded child.
“Giving in would only hurt you. We shouldn’t—”
Nakida wasn’t able to get the rest of the sentence out. Jakobe swung her upon the bed, placing her under his body.
“You know I need you,” he moaned.
He cupped her pussy to show her the heart of his desire. The cloth of her legging type jeans did nothing to keep the heat of his hands from invading. He rubbed her cunt in a slow, firm, circular motion. He began to kiss her passionately.
“Maybe we should eat,” he suggested, taking his hand away.
“I thought you would never ask,” she teased. His eyebrow went up at her comment.
“I was talking about dinner.”
“I’m not that hungry,” she replied, as she tried to push him down her body, toward her open legs.
Jakobe’s mouth was just as good as his dick. Then again, there were times when his oral skills won out. Just the vision of his pink tongue slithering across her swollen, sensitive flesh, his blue eyes looking up to watch her, was making her pussy tingle. He chuckled at her eagerness.
“Shit, well I’m hungry,” he teased.
“And I’m trying to feed you.”
He brushed his lips against hers.
“So, no break, huh,” he whispered.
His hand entered her pants. He wasn’t shocked to find her wet with anticipation. She breathed in as he inserted his two fingers, slowly. Nakida lifted her hips. She took off her pants, and opened her legs wide for his strong hand to have its way. There was no denying that she, too, had become accustomed to his love making. He had learned to master her body from day one. Her hands gravitated to his belt. She made short work of opening and releasing his throbbing cock. Quickly, he rolled off the bed, kicked off his shoes, and stripped down before he crawled back into bed. His mouth hovered above her exposed cunt. He was so close that his hot breath warmed her flesh.
Needing to feel him, she seized his head, pushing Jakobe toward her while she lifted her pussy to meet his mouth. Still, he refused to taste her.
“Please,” she begged.
His eyes locked with her brown ones. There was a look in the depth of his eyes as if he wanted to say something. He quickly hid them under his hooded lids.
“I’ll never forget the first time I ate you. Your taste is so unique. I find myself craving it,” he whispered before he dropped a kiss on her cunt.
“Oh my Lord,” she moaned in a deep voice.
He placed his large hand on her taut stomach, stuck out his tongue, and began to eat her with such tenderness that Nakida pulled at her hair. He didn’t let up until she had overflowed into his greedy mouth twice. He left a line of kisses up her inner thigh as he waited for her to catch her breath.
“Turn on the TV,” he demanded.
“Why? Aren’t you…” her words trailed off. He dropped a kiss on her forehead before he laid back on the bed.
“No, it was all about you tonight,” he winked.
The mood in the room had changed. There was a seriousness that had entered, and with it, brought the deep emotion that they both wanted to ignore. She tried to maneuver herself on top of him, but he held her back. He slowly, shook his head.
“Leave it,” he smirked, referring to his engorged cock.
“I would rather just enjoy the night holding you,” he whispered.
“I think you just want to watch that damn show,” she smiled back, trying to make light of the moment.
Jakobe narrowed his eyes. He tilted his head.
“Why do you do that?”
Why couldn’t she see and take what he was trying to say to her? Why did she have to take his heartfelt words and turn it into a joke? Could he be the only one that wanted more, while she was content for things to remain as they were?
“Do what?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he replied, hiding his feelings behind a sensual grin. He scooped her up by her waist to place her on his cock as she straddled on his hips. Although he was on the bottom, Jakobe was still in control. He focused his gaze upon her as he watched her ride him.
“Slow, Niki… ride me slow,” he moaned as he applied pressure on her hips to make her do as he asked.
She bit down on her lip as she changed her pace. She didn’t like it. She wanted to fuck him hard and fast. She wanted to close her eyes and just focus on the pounding of his dick into her cavity, and to listen to the smacking sound their bodies made at the neck breaking pace of their sex. Instead, she was held captive by his eyes. Instead, she felt his soothing words wash over her. She moved herself up and down his thick length. She groaned when he sat up. His strong arms wrapped around her to hold her tight as he took over the pace. He rotated his hips as he thrusted deeply within her.
“Ah, you like it. That’s the juicy pussy I can’t live without… I need it,” he groaned before he opened his mouth wide to take her entire nipple into his hot mouth to suckle.
“Oh shit, Jakobe,” she cried.
“I know. I can feel your walls trembling. God, you feel so good.”
He followed closely behind her. His orgasm was so strong, it seemed to sap him of his strength. Just like what had happened a few times before, he was unable to pull on time, pumping a few drops of his seed within her. No longer was his mind on Lady Gaga and TV. All he could do was think about Nakida, and the fact that he wanted her. This wasn’t a passing fancy that he wanted to end. He had tripped and stumbled down the hole that Major had warned him about, and Jakobe was happy to call that place home.
Two weeks later, Jakobe glanced unseeingly out of the backseat window while Kendrick drove him through town. He knew he had been a bit detached as of late. At least, that’s what people had been pointing out to him the last two weeks, since that night. A lazy grin tugged at the corner of his lip. The concept that he of all people was actually in love, or at least, the closest he’s ever been, was shocking, even to him. However, it was true. He was willing to go through the fire and brimstone that he was sure would rain down upon him if and when he made his intentions known.
He shifted in his seat, as the uneasiness he experienced every time he entertained the thought of confessing all to Nakida rushed over him like a flood. It was more than the fact that she seemed to not catch the signals he laid down. It was also the fact that she pretended as if they were still just friends.
Then you need to tell her how you feel, the voice in his mind repeated for the millionth time. He groaned and ran his open palm down his face. The image of her rejecting him had always stopped him dead in his tracks, every time the urge to do so had over taken him. Then, there were the other things. The things that Major had cautioned him about revealing… things that he had never told another woman about his life and past that might end it all.
Pushing his worries away, he got out of the car, tipped Kendrick, and entered the house. His senses were smacked with the most delicious smell. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he was until his stomach began to protest, due to its neglect. The meeting had run way too long. He read the time on his cell as 15 minutes until eight. Jakobe treaded lightly down the hallways and into the kitchen. He stood and watched Nakida quietly while she loaded the dishwasher.
“I know you’re there,” she said, not looking at him.
“I swear to God you’re a ninja. How do you do that?” he questioned, walking into the kitchen. She shrugged her shoulders.
“Years of practice.”
His eyes scanned her outfit that was nothing but heather grey cloth shorts that left nothing to the imagination and a tank top. His hands snaked around her waist.
“I missed you,” he admitted, kissing the nap of her neck. He breathed deeply the scent of her freshly washed thick hair that was piled high on her head.
“I can tell,” she laughed. She wiggled her ass against his erect dick. She giggled at the feel of him sucking on her neck until the hard knocking on the door brought things to a halt.
“Who’s that?”
He didn’t have to look at the camera that was placed at the front door to know. There was only one person that knew the code to the front gate that was crazy enough to beat on his door, the way the guy was doing. That meant that this particular guy wasn’t alone. There were four other dumb, crazy ass men standing with him that were waiting to get in. Jakobe had completely forgotten what day it was. He cursed under his breath as he turned away.
“Just stay here. I’ll get rid of them,” he grumbled.
“Wait,” barked Nakida, tugging on his arm. “Who is them?”
He sighed.
“Once a month I host a card game. No,” he ordered at the wide-eyed look in her eyes.
“Why not? I can play cards.”
He ran his hands though his hair.
“These guys have no sense,” he tried to explain.
“You mean you all sit around drinking, talking loud, cursing, and talking about women,” she smirked.
“Just let me—”
“Why? I haven’t met any of your friends. Either you want to keep me a secret, or you’re afraid I’ll show you up in front of your boys.”
She could see the hesitation in his eyes.
“Come on,” she pleaded.
“All we were going to do was watch TV and have sex,” she added.
“Are you trying to convince me to let them in or not,” he smirked. He moved out of the way of her fist just in time. He shook his head at the fact that he was going to go along with this shit. He examined her get-up before a deep frown creased his brow.
“Go change,” he demanded. He laughed at the way she jumped up and down like a silly school girl before she took off to do as he commanded. Nakida stopped on the stairs to watch him stride to the door. She acknowledged briefly the way his muscular physique filled out his finely tailored suit before she noticed the reluctant way he was walking. She chuckled over the fact that he didn’t want to share her with his friends. Still tickled, she continued upstairs to change into a pair of sweat pants that she was sure he would still think showed too much of her shape. She hurried back down and stayed hidden behind the corner to listen to him talk to this friends.
“Damn, man! Why did you have us out there waiting so fuckin’ long?” one man said.
“I was hoping you would take the hint and leave,” grumbled Jakobe.
“Shit, and not get a hit of that weed you were bragging about,” someone said. There was a pause before Jakobe spoke again.
“What the hell you looking for?”
She could hear a bit of frustration creep into his voice. She recognized the laughter that followed to be that of her friend, Gregory.
“You’ve got to know that they caught wind of your female house guest,” Greg replied.
“Okay, so I’ll get you some weed, and we’ll just skip…”
Nakida choose that moment to step into the hallway to keep Jakobe from sending them all packing. The reception she received was just as she had expected. All conversation stopped. All eyes were on her. Her ears were intoned enough to hear Jakobe swear under his breath at the way his card buddies reacted to her. They all pushed him out the way to introduce themselves to her.
Greg shook his head, gleefully. He had brains enough not to bum rush her, while the others didn’t seem to give a damn. His light brown eyes darted over to Jakobe to find his boy working his jaw in anger at the attention she was getting. It didn’t help matters when she said that she was Jakobe’s friend, which made the other men smirk, happily.
“You gonna make it?” he joked, tapping Jakobe on his arm.
His smile fell at the murderous look Jakobe shot him.
“I told her to change,” grunted Jakobe. He wasn’t too worried about Greg hitting on Nakida. He knew that the two had a history that pre-dated him. Although he was curious about it, he was smart enough to know that there would be a familiarity between them that he should try to tolerate.
“Come on… she’s wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt. You know she can’t hide all that thickness,” Greg pointed out.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help protect your little lady,” winked Greg, before he walked over to break things up.
Jakobe narrowed his gaze as she laughed at Greg and gave him a hug. He felt a bit of his anger fade when the two of them began to ignore the other eager men as they spoke of Greg’s son. Wanting to move things along, he ushered everyone into the den that he had made into a gaming room. The area had been fashioned with a pool table, darts, a bar, and a large card table. He peeled off his suit jacket, his shirt, and wife beater until he was only wearing his pants, and socks. Even though he was setting up the table with the cards and chips while the others were chatting and getting drinks, he was listening closely to what was being said.
He knew right then and there that he was going to have to fuck up Fabrizio, before the night was over. The short asshole was acting like a panting bitch around Nakida with the way he was flossing, and the way he had to comment on everything that was said, in an attempt to lure her into talking to him. Yeah, he was going to have to go. Jakobe didn’t give a damn that she said that she and he were friends and not sexually involved. How the hell was that rat faced asshole going to come into his house and try to scoop her up?
“Five hands and that’s it,” announced Jakobe, while he took his seat at the table. Everyone rushed over to do the same. Nakida was smart enough to grab the seat next to him. Greg sat next to her, sandwiching her in between him and Jakobe.
“What are we playing?” she asked.
“Poker,” grumbled Jakobe.
“I can’t play that.”
Jakobe let out a sigh as he dropped his head, annoyed.
“I can do spades,” she suggested.
“Spades will take too long,” he replied as he cut his eyes at her.
“Shit, we didn’t come out here for just 20 minutes of action, anyway,” smiled Fabrizio. Jakobe didn’t like the way he looked across the table at Nakida when he said that. It was as if there was a deeper meaning to what he had said.
Strike two, thought Jakobe. By the third hand, Jakobe had already had four whiskies, and smoked one joint. If his mood was foul before, it was getting more deadly by the second. Everyone around the table had picked up on it. Nakida realized early in the night that pushing the game night to go on had been a bad idea. Jakobe’s dark mood was so strong that she could feel it radiate off him. He was tense. Everyone else was joking while he remained silent. When he did speak, he did so in grunts. All she had wanted to do was have some fun, and maybe get to know another side of him from watching him interact with his friends. However, she was regretting every minute of it. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why he was being so rude, and short. It wasn’t as if she was going to fuck any of them.
With a mental shrug, she decided to enjoy the evening, even if he wanted to be standoffish. She didn’t do anything wrong, so why should her night be ruined? The more she laughed, the further he sunk into his black hole, until he finally snapped.
“I’m telling you… you would make a wonderful actress.”
Jakobe’s eyebrow went up at Fabrizio’s comment. He kept his focus on the cards that were in his hand. Greg did his best to shift the topic, but Fabrizio wasn’t having it. He had been laying down a web, in hopes of catching his prey. It wasn’t as if he and Jakobe hadn’t fucked the same female in the past. The fact that Jakobe was still running around with this one meant that she must have some grade A pussy. He had been playing with his tight balls under the table, just thinking about plugging into her cunt.
“I can introduce you to some people,” he offered.
“So, you’re an actor?” questioned Nakida. Now that she really looked at him, he did look familiar.
“You really don’t know who I am?” he chuckled. This was it. Jakobe knew Fabrizio’s move like the back of his hand. He had seen the man set himself up so many times in the past to know it. Jakobe went ridged.
“I think it would be wise if you stuck to playing the cards, instead of trying to fuck her.”
Jakobe had said it so calmly that Nakida had doubted he had even spoke. When she turned to glance at him, he was still staring at his cards, but from the looks on everyone’s face, she knew she hadn’t been dreaming. Fabrizio’s laughed, flashing his pearly whites.
“All I was doing was—”
“I know what the fuck you were doing,” he paused, looking up to pin the man with his steely gaze.
“I’ve seen that played out move before, but she’s not a dumb bitch that’s going to cream for you after she finds out you’re a porn star.”
From the reaction he could see out of the corner of his eyes, Jakobe could tell that she had seen Fabrizio’s talents on display. For some reason, that made his anger rise.
“Hold up. I didn’t know you would get pissed if I—”
“Well, I’m informing you now… verbally,” hissed Jakobe.
“Shit, this ain’t my fault. She said you two were friends.”
“I don’t give a fuck what she said,” he growled, finally showing a glimpse of the extent of his anger. The force of his fist slamming on the table made the pile of chips spill over.
“I swear to God, if you talk to her again, the hole in your asshole after I remove it, will be so godman big, I’ll be able to drive a Buick through it.”
“Game over,” stated Gregory. He and the other men tripped over themselves to get out of the room. Fabrizio couldn’t move. If he did, he was sure he was going to shit himself, due to the hatred that was directed at him in Jakobe’s eyes. It took his friend jerking him to his feet to break him out of the fear induced trance he was in. After the room cleared out, Nakida got to her feet. She slowly walked around the round table and took a seat. She needed some distance between her and him. She stared at him as the silence stretched out for what seemed like forever. He hung his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You’ve obviously indulged just a little too much,” she said, breaking the silence.
“What made you come to that conclusion?”
“Well… you’re acting like a loon.”
“You honestly think that’s what it was all about?” he asked. He kept his eyes hidden under his hooded lids.
“Yes… and the fact that you’re acting as if I was going to fuck your ‘showboat’ of a friend right on the table,” she snapped.
“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he fired back. His comment made her chuckle.
“So, I’m supposed to be unattractive suddenly, because you still want to mess around.”
“Unattractive and your name would never be used in a sentence,” he mumbled. To her, he looked like a sad little boy as he played with a blue chip on the table.
“Are we just friends?”
His softly spoken question made her heart skip a beat. Her mouth instantly went dry.
“I… I had no reason to not think—”
“Please, don’t do that,” he said in a strained voice. His eyes rose to pour into hers. “I can do without the bullshit.”
Nakida shifted in her seat. She felt as if she was going to throw up, due to the millions of butterfly wings that were fluttering in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes widened at the sight of him getting to his feet. When she had been seated next to him, his state of undress had been easy to ignore. However, now looking at him straight on, it was having a strong effect on her. The way his tanned tattooed skin moved with every flex of his muscles underneath as he got up to walk around the table to her was art in motion.
“Look at me.”
His body was so close that it touched her shoulder.
“You’re high and drunk, Jakobe. You don’t know what you’re saying,” she pointed out in a trembling voice.
“It took those two elements to loosen my tongue enough to say what’s been keeping me up at night.”
At last, her head snapped up to look at him. He reached down to bring her to her feet. He brushed her cheek lightly with the back of his hand.
“I don’t want to be your lover. I want more.”
Her gasp echoed throughout the still room. She was drowning in the blue pools of his eyes. They were so open, and so fucking deep. He touched his forehead to hers.
“Let me give you what you deserve,” he begged as he breathed against her open mouth.
“Just tell me what you need,” he continued as he crushed her in his arms. “Say you’ll let me love you.”
He kept her from speaking by ingesting her words as he kissed her passionately. He didn’t want to hear her rejection. He refused to hear it, if that was going to be her response. He was going to make her feel and see just how much he needed her, wanted her, and loved her. What he gave her was more than just a kiss. What he gave her on the floor, and on the couch, was so much more than his body. She felt as if with each taste of his mouth, with each touch of his mouth on her body, with each touch of his hands, with each thrust into her body, he was giving her a piece of his soul, binding her to him. She had never been made love to so thoroughly in her life. From the roots of her hair follicles to the tips of her manicured toes, by the time he was done with her, she was a trembling, sweaty mess.
That night, she didn’t go to sleep to the sound of the TV. Instead, it was the deep sound of his strong, steady heartbeat that made her secure enough to give into the calm of the night.