Page 12 of Gotta Jones For Ya
I shook my head, but it was hard to keep the smile off my face. I couldn’t pretend. The day had been going good. Better than I expected, honestly. Knuck was being… bearable. Still bossy and cocky, but softer with it. Still watching me like I was his favorite problem, but not saying too much. Just vibes, food, conversation and his hand on my thigh like I belonged to him. And truthfully? I wasn’t trying to fight that feeling right now.
We were laughing about something stupid he said. Some slick comment about my attitude being fake soft and how he could see right through all that “mean girl” shit. I was blushing before I could stop myself, popping a piece of shrimp in my mouth to distract from the smile creeping up.
“You act like you ain’t feelin’ a nigga, Ms. McCallister,” Knuck said, leaning back with that smug-ass smirk. “But you sat there earlier and straightened my collar a minute ago like you was my wife.”
“I didn’t wanna be seen in public with you looking crazy, Mr. Jones,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“You cared,” he said, pointing at me. “Don’t trip, baby. I’ll wife you just for that.” I laughed, biting my bottom lip.
“Ny? Is that you?” I froze. Knuck looked at me first, then turned toward the voice with slow precision. It was Jervel, my date from that night. He looked good, but I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to speak when he had another woman on his arm. “You still out here breaking hearts, huh?” Jervel continued with that bright white smile, completely ignoring Knuck like he didn’t exist.
My stomach dropped when Knuck narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth between the two of us. “I know this muthafucka see me sittin’ here.”
“Jervel,” I said quickly, clearing my throat. “Hey… nice to see you.”
“It sure is.” He grinned, eyes dragging up and down me like the woman on his arm was non-existent. She cleared her throat as Knuck’s head tilted. And just like that, the whole vibeshifted. The air felt tight. Pressurized.
“You real disrespectful,” Knuck said calmly. “Bold as fuck, too. You walk up on me mid-convo with my woman, tryna flirt? You know how many bodies I done stacked behind less than that?”
“Whoa, bruh,” Jervel held up a hand, trying to laugh it off. “Ain’t nobody on all that. I was just saying hey.”
Knuck’s hand rested on the inside of my thigh under the table, but it didn’t stay still for long. I felt him slide under my dress. I gasped. “Keon,” I whispered, heart pounding as his fingers pressed against my panties, then pushed them to the side.
“I’mma let you finish saying goodbye to this nigga,” he said low. “But you gon’ do it while I remind your pussy who it belong to.” Jervel’s date nudged his arm and said something I couldn’t hear. My eyes fluttered, and my back hit the booth as Knuck’s fingers slid inside me, two at once, thick and slow. “Mm,” Knuck hummed under his breath, lips barely moving. “I think it’s time y’all walk away before I catch a charge behind you disrespectin’ me.”
Jervel got smart real quick and stepped off, glancing over his shoulder one last time. Knuck locked eyes with him as he slid his fingers in deeper. I moaned low, breathless, legs trembling under the table. I couldn’t even speak.
Knuck leaned in, voice deep and smooth as he curled his fingers inside, finger fucking me just right. “Don’t ever entertain another nigga in front of me again unless you wanna watch that muthafucka die. Understand, baby?” And when I came, silent and shaking, clutching his wrist under the table, he leaned back, smirking as he signaled the waiter with his free hand. “Check, please.”
Chapter Seven
I knew Nyomi was ‘bout to act up. She ain’t say a word soon as that check hit the table. Just snatched her lil’ purse, slid out the booth wit' her thighs still twitchin’ from what I did to her, and stomped toward the exit like she wasn’t just nuttin’ two minutes ago.
I licked my fingers and wiped the corners of my mouth slowly wit' the cloth napkin, smilin'. Crazy how women swear they mad while their pussy tell a whole different story.
I tossed three hundreds on the table, told the waiter, “Keep the change,” and got up without rushing. Nyomi was already out front, arms folded, a frown sittin’ deep on that pretty ass face.
“Really, Keon?” she snapped the second I stepped outside.
I looked her up and down slowly, then adjusted the fitted on my head. “What’s good? I know you ain’t feelin’ a way over how I handled that lil’ disrespectful situation.”
“You didn’t have tothreatenhim,” she hissed, eyes cutting me like she wanted to throw hands. “You didn’t have to… do that shit under the table!”
I grinned. “You came though.”
Her mouth dropped and she looked around like the sidewalk had ears. “You’re really sick.”
“Yeah,” I said, steppin’ close in her space and shit. “Sick for you.”
She pushed my chest. “Back up, Knuck.”
“Why?” I leaned down, brushed her ear wit' my lips. “You gon’ run from a nigga like a track star for real now? It’s like that? After I had you clenchin’ my wrist like it was your lifeline?”
“Why are you so crazy?”
I grabbed her wrist and opened the passenger side like a gentleman. “Get in before I bend you over the fuckin’ hood in broad day.”
She sucked her teeth but slid in, mumbling something under her breath. I jogged around and climbed in, cranking the engine. The rental truck smelled like her lotion and perfume. Had my dick bricked up in my Amiri’s. I hit the road, one hand on the wheel, the other itching to grab her thigh.
