Page 8 of Gotta Jones For Ya
I hated how easy it was to soften for him, but it was the way he looked at me like he wasn’t trying to go to sleep without me. Like nobody else mattered. Like Ibelongedto him even when I swore up and down that I didn’t.
I took the flowers but didn’t say thank you. I didn’t say anything as I turned to my girls. Mikki shouted, “Be safe! Text us when you get home, bitch!”
Knuck opened the passenger door, and I climbed in, knowing full well I was playing with fire. He handed me his phone, and reluctantly, I typed in my address.
The ride to my place was quiet at first. Thick with unspoken words. His hand rested on the gear shift like he was trying not to touch me, and I stared out the window, half mad, half aching to climb into his lap.
“You look good as fuck tonight,” he said finally.
I turned toward him. “How did you even find out where I was?”
“I know ‘bout that spot. Peeped the table your drinks was on. Plus, I know the owner.”
“Stalking me…again.”
He shrugged. “You ignored me all fuckin’ day.”
“Keon…” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Itoldyou from jump what this was. It was supposed to be just a one-time thing. You keep trying to take it somewhere else.”
He nodded slowly. “I heard what you said, Nyomi. But that don’t change what a nigga feel.”
“That’s the problem,” I said, voice sharp. “You don’t listen.”
He pulled into my complex and turned the engine off. Then turned to me, finally meeting my eyes in the dark. “I do listen. I just don’t agree.”
That silence between us tightened. My chest throbbed with it. “I didn’t sign up for this,” I whispered. “You… in my DMs all day long. Pulling up unannounced. Jealousy. Flowers in the middle of the night. It’s… a lot.”
“You think this shit don’t scare me, too?” he asked, jaw tight. “I don’t do feelings and shit, but Iwantyou. For real.”
“You can’t—” My voice cracked. “You can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep showing up like this when I said I don’t want anything serious.”
He leaned in slowly, face inches from mine, voice low and honest. “I can’t stop. Itried.But it’s too late. I’m already in it. Yougotme, baby.”
And before I could answer, Knuck pulled me into his chest, arms wrapped tight around me like he needed my body to breathe. My forehead pressed against his neck. His heart was pounding. So was mine.
“Even if you keep pushin’ me away, I’ll be right here. Every time,” he whispered.
When we got upstairs, I set the flowers on the island in the kitchen without saying much and peeled off my heels. He kickedoff his sneakers and stood behind me, leaning against the fridge, quiet. Watching. I turned to him. “So what… you think you can just keep pulling up and that’s gonna make me fold?”
He stepped closer. “Nah. I think me pullin’ up is just remindin’ you what you startin’ to feel.”
I rolled my eyes, biting the inside of my cheek. “You think you got me all figured out, huh?”
He smirked and closed the distance, backing me up against the hallway wall. “I think I got your body memorized, but I wanna learn your heart.”
I wanted to argue. Wanted to sayfuck youand kick him out. But instead… I kissed him. He picked me up and carried me as I pointed to my bedroom. He lay me on the edge of the bed and kissed me slowly. Deep tongue. Open mouth. Like he needed me to feel it this time.
“You want me to stop?” he asked.
“No,” I whispered.
“Say less.”
He peeled my dress off, eyes locked on mine like he was stripping away more than clothes. His lips brushed over my skin—collarbone, shoulder, chest. By the time he reached my thighs, I was breathing heavily. Then he kissed softly between my legs at first. Teasing. Tongue lazy, wide licks that made me squirm. Then, he got focused. He spread me wide, threw both legs over his shoulders, anddevouredme—sloppy, nasty,intentional.
“So fuckin’ good,” he growled, voice muffled by my pussy. “Cum in my mouth, baby.”
I came with a cry, back arched, thighs trembling. He didn’t stop. He held me down and kept going, tongue curling inside me,sucking my clit while I begged, moaned, tried to push him away, only to ride his face with both hands gripping the headboard.
