Jaylin touched the side of my face. “Give me hug,” he said.
I reached out, and we embraced each other. No doubt, it felt good being in his arms. A part of me wished I could stay there forever, but we both knew that this day, moment, and time gave us peace with the way we felt about each other.
Jaylin backed up from our embrace. He stood up and placed his hand on the side of my face again. Sincerely looking into my eyes, he lightly rubbed up and down my face. “Soon, I’m heading back home. Do me a favor and think hard about what was just said. More so, rethink your relationship with Shane, all right?”
I moved his hand away from my face. “Only if you rethink your marriage to Nokea. Are you willing to reconsider some things with your marriage to her?”
He paused. “Scorpio, Nokea and I are going to stay together forever. There’s nothing to rethink, because there’s no doubt in my mind that she was and is the right woman for me. I’m more than happy, and all I want is the same for you and for Shane. Just—”
“Just as long as we’re not happy together, right?”
“You said it. I didn’t.”
I stood up, and as far as I was concerned, Jaylin’s and my conversation was over. He heard everything I’d said, but I don’t think he was listening too well. I made my way to the door, and he followed behind me. “Jaylin, I wish you all the best. Whatever the result of Shane’s and my relationship will be, I’m sure he’ll keep you informed. I can’t make you any promises about ending my relationship with him, and having continuous feelings for you or not, I intend for my relationship with Shane to work out.”
Jaylin nodded and didn’t hang around much longer. Once he put his jacket back on, he jetted. I shut the door and tightly closed my eyes. At that moment, I felt even more closure. It was time to move on with the man who loved me how I needed to be loved.
Another week had gone by, and Shane was starting to get more of his strength back. He was working hard in therapy, and even when he wasn’t, I’d come into his room and find him and Jaylin lifting small weights, boxing, and doing sit-ups. Shane had to exercise by either sitting in bed or sitting in a chair. His legs still weren’t strong enough, but he wasn’t giving up. The doctor complained about him overdoing it, but his comments fell on deaf ears. Shane was anxious to get out of the therapy center, and even though I was anxious for him to leave, too, I had a feeling that his reasons for wanting to get out had nothing to do with me. When I sat next to him on the bed and asked about my concerns, he played me like I was stupid.
“I’m just anxious to get home, baby, that’s all.”
“Yeah, get home and do what?”
“Shit, hold you in my arms the right way. I can’t wait to feel your naked body next to mine and make love to you. Being in here, I can’t do nothing. The doctors say it’s going to be at least another week or two before they release me.”
“Who says you can’t do nothing in here? There’s a bed, isn’t there? And a floor, a chair, a bathroom, and a wall. We ain’t ever had a hard time being creative before.”
Shane smiled and lifted the white sheet that was lying on top of him. He lowered his hand and held his dick. “You might get disappointed. My man here been tripping on me. I can’t get him hard for nothing. Normally, all I have to do is look at you and I get an instant hard-on. Trust me, I know when something’s wrong with my buddy.”
“That’s because you ain’t looking at me in the right way. I’ll come back late tonight, and we’ll see what you working with.” I winked. “Meanwhile, let me see what I can do.”
I slid my hand underneath the sheet and touched his hand. Shane removed it from his goods, closed his eyes, and smiled. I worked him with my dry hands, and it did nothing for him. I knew there was some Vaseline in his drawer, so I stopped and went over to the drawer to get it. I rubbed a bunch of it between my hands, greasing them good. And as soon as I went back over to Shane and continued my business, Jaylin came through the door. I quickly removed my hands, rubbing them together. I didn’t know if he’d seen me or not, and frankly, I didn’t care.
“What’s up, brotha?” he said, walking up to Shane. They slammed hands together and appeared to be happy to see each other.
“Ain’t nothing going on, man. Just chilling with my lady and watching a li’l TV, that’s all.”
Jaylin looked at me rubbing my hands together. “Hey, Scorpio,” he said. “I didn’t interrupt nothing, did I?”
“You always do, don’t you?” I said.
“Aw, I’m sorry. But I won’t be long. I got a li’l business to tend to today.” He looked at Shane, and he nodded. “Listen,” Jaylin said. “After I take care of that, I’m jettin’. You don’t need anything before I go, do you?”
“Naw, I’m cool.”
“Have you thought more about my offer?”
“Yeah, we’ll see. We will definitely see. You know I’ll be in touch.”
“All right then, playa. I’m out, love ya like a brother, and I look forward to seeing you soon.”
“Thanks for everything, Jay. Without you, I don’t know if I would’ve made it.”
“Not a problem.” Jaylin looked at me. “Scorpio, you be good and take care of this fool, all right?”
“You know I will,” I assured him.
“I’m sure you will,” he replied and gave me a sinister stare. He turned to Shane and leaned in for a hug. After that, he left.
I couldn’t wait to question Shane about the “I’ll see you soon” and “Without you, I don’t know if I would’ve made it.” What the hell? I’d been running around for him like a slave, and to hear him give Jaylin so much credit kind of hurt my feelings. When I told him about it, of course, I was just tripping.
“Why do women try to always make something out of nothing? I thanked the brotha for hanging tight with me, and I do plan to visit Florida and see him again. Maybe not soon, but someday I most likely will.”
“Shane, normally when women make something out of nothing, there’s usually something to be made. You and Jaylin are up to something, and you definitely know I’m right.”
He held out his hands. “Baby, it’s whatever you say.”
For playing me off as he did, I picked up a fluffy pillow and lightly punched his face. He smiled and threatened to hurt me later.
When Shane’s mother arrived, I allowed them some time alone. Besides, I had to go check on Jay’s and spend some time with Mackenzie. I promised her and Leslie’s kids that we’d go to the movies, and once the movies were over, we’d have dinner at Outback Steakhouse. Leslie said she’d stay behind because she had a date. A month ago, she met a handsome older man who treated her rather well. He lived alone, and hopefully things would work out so she could move in with him. She had lived with me for many months, and it was time that Mackenzie and I had our space.
The kids and I had an enjoyable time together. After dinner, I took them home and waited for Leslie to get home so I could go back to the therapy center to see Shane. She didn’t get home until 1:20 A.M., but since she’d been spending so much time taking care of Mackenzie, I didn’t trip. I asked if she had a good time, and when she said it was great, I kept my fingers crossed and walked out the door.
The therapy center had strict rules, just as the hospital did. No visitors after 8:00 P.M. I was another person who didn’t play by the rules, and when it came to seeing my man, the rules meant nothing to me. Because it was so late, there was minimal staff on duty. Since I purposely wore a white, short dress that could have easily been a nurse’s uniform, no one paid me much attention. I hurried into Shane’s room and closed the door. The room was dark, but I could see him from the outside light that came through the partially opened blinds. I walked closer to him and laid my purse in the empty chair. Hearing his light snores, I unbuttoned my dress all the way down the front and leaned in for a kiss. At first, his lips didn’t move, but when I saw his eyes open, he started to tongue me back. We kissed for at least a minute, and then I backed away.
“I’m a woman of my word. I told you I’d be back.”
I walked around his bed and lowered the side rails. Then I reached for the remote and lifted him to where he sat up. After that, I dismissed the dress, climbed on the bed, and straddled his lap. I put my arms on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked.
“Very,” he said.
“If this gets too uncomfortable for you, let me know and I’ll stop.”
“There wouldn’t be a chance in hell that I’d ask you to stop. Gon’ and do your thang, girl.”
I scooted back to get into position, but Shane placed his hands underneath my armpits and pulled me close to him. I kneeled in front of him, and my right breast met up with his mouth. He licked around my nipple and sucked it good, while massaging my other breast with his hand. Moments later, he worked both of them and his hands started to wander. He softly rubbed my waistline and then touched the small of my back. Taking his time, he lowered both hands and tightly gripped the cheeks of my ass. The tip of his tongue continued to work my nipples, and while his hands were rotating on my ass, I moistened up big-time between my legs. I held my arms around his head and dropped my head back in pure pleasure.
“Damn, you make me feel so good,” I moaned. “Your touch ... I’ve waited a long time for you to touch me like this.”
Shane continued to feel my body, and when his hands went between my legs, I straddled him a bit wider. He teased me from front to back with his fingers, and I was dying for him to go inside. Giving him a hint, I lowered my hand and rub my inner thighs. Soon, both of our fingers went inside, and when Shane started to handle the business on his own, I pulled out. I placed my fingers in his mouth, and he sucked them. After he licked them clean, I leaned in for a juicy, wet, but warm kiss. Cutting me short, Shane backed away from my lips.
“Why you so wet like this?” he whispered, while still feeling my insides.
“I can’t help it. I have no control over the way you make me feel.”
“Baby, I am turned the fuck on by your wetness. Reach down and feel me.”
He didn’t have to tell me how turned on he was, because I already knew. I not only saw his hard dick lying against his stomach, but I felt it as well. Just so I could feel it like I wanted to, I removed his fingers from inside of me, angled his goodness in the direction of my pussy, and eased down on it. So I’d get the full effect of him, I sat on his lap and let my legs straddle him like a V. I leaned a bit back on my hands and worked my lower body up and down on him. To keep bringing it to him, I worked my legs as if I were swinging on a swing. No doubt, Shane was enjoying every moment of my hard work.
“Damn, baby,” he said. “You got skills. Major skills that I didn’t even know you had.”
“So, you like?” I said, continuing my ride.
“Like it ... hell naw! I’m loving it.”
“Then maybe you’ll like this, too.”
I turned around and straddled him backward. My butt was facing him, and I put him back inside of me. As I moved, he rubbed my ass and squeezed my hips. Soon, he tightened up and lifted himself. I knew he was about to come, and so I started to move faster. He forced my hips down tightly on top of him and pumped up inside of me. I tried to back up off him, because his dick was digging deep into my bottom, causing a slight pain. I softly moaned, but the feeling was so satisfying that I didn’t want him to stop. Soon, we both let loose, and it was one electrifying and unforgettable moment.
“Whew, wee,” Shane said. “Now, that was some good sex right there.”
“Tell me about it,” I said, taking deep breaths while still on top of him. I’d leaned forward on my knees, and my face was below his knees. He smacked my ass hard.
“You the motherfuckin’ bomb, Scorpio. You know I love ya, don’t you?”
I turned my head to the side and looked back at him. “You’re the bomb, too, baby. And your love don’t come close to the love I have for you.”
All I felt was a wet kiss on my ass and another smack. I snickered and cuddled myself into Shane’s arms for the rest of the night.
JAYLIN
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Stephon said it, but Kiley Jacoby Abrams in No Justice No Peace said it best.... “It’s time to shake, rattle, and roll.” Shake a nigga up, rattle his brains, and roll the fuck out. That was what I intended to do.
I’d been keeping my eyes on Stephon all week long. He flaunted around the Lou as if he’d done no wrong. Shane said he’d gotten a good look at the person’s hands who pulled the trigger, and said they were rather dark. I knew Stephon hadn’t done it himself, because he was too much of a punk. And even though he was my cousin, I didn’t or couldn’t claim a relative who had hurt me, and the ones I loved, as much as he had. After seeing how messed up Shane was, I had to do something about it. Nokea kept bugging the hell out of me, especially since I’d gotten the gun back from her. She was upset, and since I didn’t need the additional pressure, I asked her to take a flight back home. She made me promise to make it back to her safely, and I gave her my word.
I wanted to tell her what was going down, but Shane and me kept shit underwraps, because so many fools got locked up from running their mouths. Yes, I had enough money to pay somebody to do the dirty work for me, but something inside of me wanted to deal with Stephon face-to-face. That was my intention, but then Shane and I discussed Nokea and the kids. We talked about his future and mine. We knew that if I got caught up, I’d certainly go to jail. So, with that in mind, I made my connection. The shit was supposed to go down once I was back at home, but I decided to stop by Stephon’s house and give him my final good-bye.
Before going to his house, I made sure I was strapped. I didn’t know what to expect, and since I’d seen him smoking crack this week, I knew the brotha was once again unstable.
When I arrived, I could already see that his front door was cracked. I didn’t know if it was a setup or not, but I stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind me. I reached for my gun and held it close to my side. I tiptoed my way back to Stephon’s room, but he wasn’t there, so I looked in his bathroom. There was no sign of him, so I checked the other rooms as well. I saw nothing, until I noticed the basement door wide open. I could hear some soft music playing, so I made my way down the steps. His basement was completely trashed. It looked nothing like the basement I’d paid to have remodeled for him years ago, and it smelled like liquor and weed. I stepped farther into the basement and that was when I noticed the music coming from one of the bedrooms.
My heart raced, and when I opened the door, Stephon was on the bed, lying flat on his stomach. I could already see the heroin needles on the floor, and when I turned him over, he had a bullet hole near his upper chest. I placed my fist over my mouth, taking a hard and hurtful swallow. I couldn’t bear to look at him and stumbled backward. As I backed into the main area of the basement, I couldn’t believe that my connection had not followed the rules. I stood in a trance, already having some regrets. Moments later, I heard a noise behind me. I quickly turned and saw this brotha making his way over to the steps. He moved quickly and had a black duffel bag on his shoulder. I chased after him, and when I pulled on his leg, he reached for his gun. I yanked him down the steps, and the gun fell from his hand. I then cocked my gun and aimed it at his head.
“Did you kill my cousin, nigga!”
He held up his hands. “Don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot! I ... I didn’t... .”
“Who are you, and why did you kill my cousin!”
“My name is Pebo. I wa ... was paid to do it,” he cried. “I’m sorry, man. I’m real sorry.”
I held the gun steady and snatched the bag from his shoulder. When I looked inside, I saw the bag contained money.
“Who paid you?”
“Man, look. I swear that I will leave and ... and you will never—”
I gripped his collar and shook him. “I don’t want to he
ar all of that bullshit! Who paid you!”
“A ... a chick name Felicia. She told me her name was Kimberly, but one of my partna’s said he’d dated her before. He said her name was Felicia.”
I pressed the gun against his temple. “Get your punk ass up and walk slow. We need to take a ride.”
Pebo eased off the steps and slowly walked up them. I followed, and we made our way outside to my Hummer. I forced him inside, and not saying one word to him, I drove to Felicia’s house. When we got there, I laid my cell phone in his lap.
“Do you want to die today, Pebo?”
“Nope,” he said, nervously shaking his head.
“Good. Do you want to go to jail?”
“No, I don’t want to do that, either.”
“Okay. Then I need your cooperation. You can walk away from all of this as long as you do what I ask.”
He nodded.
“I’m going inside to chat with Felicia,” I said. “When I call you on my phone, I want you to come inside, got it?”
He nodded again.
“Don’t forget. Don’t come inside until I call you on the phone and tell you I need you.”
“Okay,” he said.
I told him to duck, and I got out of my truck. I knocked on the door, and Felicia answered.
“Can I please come in and talk to you about Shane?” I asked.
Without hesitating, she invited me in. Slut probably thought I was there to fuck her.
“What about Shane?” she asked and closed the door. I looked to make sure she didn’t lock it, and she didn’t.
I took several steps into her living room and sat on the arm of her couch.
“He’s still out of it, and I have yet to find out what happened. I’m told that you know the details.”
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