Page 17 of Gotta Jones For Ya

Six Months Later

Nyomi’s apartment smelled like lemon pepper and garlic butter when she walked in on FaceTime, as usual. I was sittin’ at her island, rolling up, TV low in the background, and them takeout bags sittin’ on the island like I just got done cheffin’.

“You home already?”

I heard her mama ask.

“Literally just walked in,”

Nyomi told her, turnin’ the camera to show me. She strutted over in them Moncler boots I bought her last month, hair styled in long ass braids wit' curls, ass sittin’ crazy in some ripped jeans. She sniffed the air, then peeked into the bags.

“It smells good in here, babe.”

“You know that,”

I gripped that ass, smirkin’ before takin’ the phone from her.

“There goes my future son-in-love!”

she said loud as hell, grinnin’ into the phone.

I fucked wit’ Nyomi’s mama. At first, when we met over FaceTime a few months back, I thought she was bougie as all hell but she grew on a nigga. Most people just wasn’t used to how I was but she realized quickly how much Nyomi meant to me. Opened up her mind and we been cool as fuck.

“What’s up, Ma? You good?”

I asked her, sparkin’ up the blunt.

“Of course. I can’t wait to get back to Arbor Hills soon to finally see you two live in action,”

she said and Nyomi rolled her eyes hard.

“Lady, you don’t sit still long enough for that to happen.”

”Whatever, girl. Keon, what you feeding my baby tonight? It better not be that greasy-ass Chinese again.”

I chuckled, exhaling smoke.

“Nah, we classy tonight. Got lemon pepper salmon, roasted potatoes, and garlic butter green beans. I even got that fancy ass lemonade she like.”

Her mama laughed so hard I could hear her set the phone down for a second.

“As long as my baby gets fed. You taking good care of her?”

I glanced at Nyomi, who was tryin’ not to smile.

“You already know.”

“Mmhmm. I don’t play about my baby.”

“She doesn’t,”

Nyomi muttered, tryna brush past me to grab a fork. I pulled her back into me, kissed her temple.

“I already know, Ma,”

I told her mama.

“I like when you call too. You be keepin’ her grounded.”

Her mama smiled at the screen.

“That girl needs somebody to remind her she ain't too grown. She has always been hard-headed.”

“Still is,”

I added, takin’ another pull.

“Still on FaceTime!”

Nyla snapped, smackin’ my stomach playfully.

“Okay, lady, I’m about to eat. Call you later.”

“You better,”

her mama said, then winked at the screen.

“Keon, I want a plate next time.”

“Yes, ma’am,”

I said, grinnin’.

“You locked in.”

She ended the call and I placed Nyomi’s phone down on the island.

“You’re getting too comfortable with my mama and y’all only met on FaceTime.”

She gave me the side eye type shit.

I shrugged, hittin’ the blunt again.

“She like me.”

“She doesn’t fully know you, crazy ass,”

she teased.

“She don’t need to. She know I make you smile like that.”

She looked at me sideways, but I saw the smirk she tried to hide. She laughed and stepped in front of me.

“You always got a motive.”

She wrapped her arms around my waist, pressed her body into mine. Her lips kissed my jaw.

“Are we doing movie and card night, or are we skipping right to bed after dinner?”

I tilted my head, gave her that look, exhalin’ smoke. Lately, her ass been wantin’ dick every second we got near each other. I loved that shit but I was used to our routine. Call me corny but fuck it. I loved that shit too.

“Now you know we gotta stick to routine.”

Her smile was soft but slick. “I guess.”

That was our vibe now.

We didn’t live together, but we moved like we did.

In between us makin’ money and shit, I was either in Arbor Hills at her spot or she was in East Hollis stretched across my bed or my couch.

We did date nights at bougie ass places and I brought her ‘round my niggas and my family a lot.

Took her to some art shows and her ass even read me a couple of them smutty books while I rubbed her feet.

We took turns bein’ in each other’s worlds.

My briefs were in her dresser.

Her lashes stayed on my sink. And don’t let me even think about movin’ her pink toothbrush. Shit was war.

“Movie time,”

she said, grabbin’ a plate and headin’ to the couch.

“I wanna watch that new Netflix drama romance.”

“Yo, you picked last week.”

“And I’m picking again this week. I’m in the mood for something lovey dovey.”

“You always in the mood for that shit.”

“Better than Belly,”

she shrugged, settlin’ in.

I damn near dropped the cup of Don I just poured up.

“Watch your mouth.”

We got to eatin’, but it wasn’t no quiet, candlelit type dinner.

She was sittin’ cross-legged on the floor, plate in one hand, cup in the other, poppin’ shit about how I don’t ever win at nothin’ when we play games. Big talk for somebody who barely knew the rules to Spades a couple weeks ago.

I was across from her, leaned back on one arm fuckin’ up a piece of salmon. Lickin’ my lips, I muttered, “Talkin’ crazy for somebody who just learned what a reneg was like two weeks ago,”

I muttered, grinnin’.

She finished a spoonful of mashed potatoes and flicked her wrist.

“I’m beating you tonight. Watch.”

I chuckled.

“Aight. We finna see.”

We ate and washed it down wit’ that bougie lemonade then pushed the food to the side and set up two-handed spades right there on the carpet. Corny ass movie still playin’ in the background, a slow R&B and trap mix on the Bluetooth speaker, and a blunt burnin’ between turns.

“You sure you're cutting hearts?”

she asked, squintin’ at the hand I just threw down.

“Stop playin’ wit’ me, Ny.”

“Don’t cheat.”

“I don’t gotta cheat to beat you, baby,”

I grinned, showin’ my books.

Moments later, Nyomi leaned forward, brows raised, lips pursed, and said loud as hell, “You reneged, Keon. Uh uh! That’s a book off!”

“You a lie!”

I threw my hand down.

“That’s game!”

“Game where?”

she jumped up.

“Run that shit back!”

I raised my hands, then swept them across the cards on the floor.

“Man, fuck all that.”

She gasped.

“Did you just knock the whole damn game over?”

“Hell yeah, I did.”

“You’re childish!”

She bolted when I stood up, and I chased her ass through her apartment, both of us laughin’ like some big-ass kids. Her feet slapped the floor as she dipped into the hallway, but I caught her easy.

“Bring that ass here!”

I growled, snatchin’ her up from behind.

Nyomi squealed and twisted, but she already knew what time it was. Her giggles turned into little moans when I pressed her up against the wall and kissed the back of her neck, slid my hands down the front of her shorts, and grabbed her pussy.

“I hate you,”

she breathed.

“No, you don’t.”

She turned around, breathless, eyes wide like she was waitin’ on me to say some slick shit, and I did.

“You in here talkin’ crazy like I won’t have you sheddin’ tears in a few,”

I whispered, lips brushin’ her cheek as I lifted her into my arms.

“Now who childish?”

She buried her face in my neck as I carried her to the bedroom, and her body was already soft against me. She was mine. All the way. No more second-guessin’ shit. No more holdin’ back. It wasn’t just the sex. It was her voice. Her mouth. Her heart. The way she let me in without even realizin’ she did. I never had that wit’ nobody. And I was never lettin’ it go.

I lay Nyomi back on the bed, pulled her jeans down and snatched them lace panties off. Kneelin’ down between her thighs like she was the meal I just prayed over, I said, “Spread ‘em.”

Voice low and shit. She did, and I smirked.

Her pussy was already glistenin’. Drippin’. I kissed up the inside of her thighs and slid my tongue through her folds nice and slow, lettin’ her squirm, and whine. I moaned into her pussy, sucked on that clit like it owed me money, and didn’t give her a chance to breathe.

“Fuck, Keon… oh, my God!”

she cried out, hands fistin’ the sheets.

“That’s right,”

I growled against her.

“Ride this tongue, baby.”

She started grindin’ on my face, shakin’ instantly. Tremblin’ and pantin’ as she came. I loved that shit. I kissed up her body, licked and sucked her nipples one by one, then flipped her onto her side, cuppin’ her ass to bring her into me. I lined my dick up, rubbin’ it through her wetness. I fucked her deeply and slowly. Shit, a nigga was makin’ love watchin’ her mouth fall open like she couldn’t believe I was inside her.

“Keon…”

she whispered, brows tight, tryna brace herself.

“I know, baby. Shhh… I got you.”

Our faces was close. Lips brushin’. Eyes locked. And I stroked her just like that. Deep, slow, and smooth. Let her feel me in her stomach. Kissed the side of her face. Sucked on them perfect ass titties. Gripped that ass, keepin’ her locked into place while I fed her dick like she was starvin’.

“You be needin’ this dick?”

I muttered.

She nodded fast, tears in her eyes.

“Yessss, babe… fuuuckkkk.”

Then I switched it up and started poundin’ her shit, liftin’ one of her legs. Fast, rough strokes, balls slappin’ against her ass, her tits bouncin’ wit’ every hit. She moaned like it was too much, but didn’t stop me. Just held on. Took it like she always did. Then I slowed it down again. Long. Deep. Drownin’ in her pussy. I kissed her lips. Her neck. The tear that slid down her cheek.

“You love me?”

“Yessss…”

“Say that shit again.”

“I fucking loveeeee youuuu!!!”

Smirkin’, I sucked on her bottom lip, eyes locked on hers as I picked the pace back up. Faster. Rougher. Grippin’ her ass in one hand, her face in the other.

“I love you too, baby. You gon’ let me nut in this pussy?”

I asked, voice hoarse, damn near delirious.

She looked at me, eyes flutterin’. “What?”

I kept strokin’, deep and hard.

“You heard me.”

“I… Keon, no…”

she moaned, tryna twist from under me.

I gripped her hips harder.

“Stop runnin’. You knew what this was.”

“Shit! Fuuucckkk!!!”

she yelped as I hit her spot and her walls clenched around me as she came hard as fuck.

Growlin’, I plunged deep in that pussy, spillin’ every drop in her.

“Ain’t no plan B’s ‘round this muthafucka,”

I groaned in her ear.

“Try to kill my seed, and it’s a wrap. On everything.”

She covered her face.

“You’re crazy! What the hell?!”

I held her close, feelin’ her chest rise and fall under mine. I kissed her forehead, holdin’ back a laugh.

“I gotchu, baby. Relax. Go to sleep.”

I was never comin’ up off Nyomi’s ass. Not now. Not ever. She was it.