Page 3 of Gotta Jones For Ya
A Week & Some Change Later
“You still stalkin’ her stories like a nut?”
I looked up from my phone, unbothered.
“Yeah. And?”
My nigga Kev burst out laughin’, tossin’ a microfiber towel over his shoulder.
“Yo, you really down bad. You own a dealership, move weight on the low, and got baddies tryna throw you pussy in every DM. But you sprung over shorty miles away?”
“I’m not sprung. I’m in love, nigga,”
I corrected, scrollin’ slowly on Nyomi’s profile.
Kev smirked and leaned against the white Benz he just finished detailin’ for a rapper wit’ too much money and not enough sense.
“That girl must got voodoo in her pussy.”
“Might be,”
I said wit’ a shrug.
“Either way, she got a nigga Jonesin’ bad.”
Later that night, I slid through to my grandmother’s spot over on Maple Road after makin’ sure everything was good wit’ my soldiers in the streets and collectin’ money. Granny’s house was my safe zone. She raised me, my twin sister, and my cousins. It was chill as fuck over there. Just good food, shit talkin’ and good vibes.
“Boy, stop sniffin’ ‘round my kitchen like a hound,”
Granny scolded, hand on her hip.
“You ain't even greet me properly.”
I kissed her cheek.
“My fault, old lady. You know I love you.”
“Mmmhm. Now go sit down and stop touchin’ my goddamn pots. I’ll fix you a plate.”
My niece Mariah came runnin’ up, jumpin’ onto my lap wit’ her iPad and missin’ front tooth. She was eight and that muthafucka still hadn't come in yet.
“Uncle Knuck! Look at the dance I learned!”
I watched her do some TikTok routine wit’ elbows and knees everywhere, clappin’ and snappin’ wit’ confidence. I clapped for her like she was on Broadway.
“That was fire, baby. You gon’ teach me?”
She giggled.
“You too old.”
As she sat and showed me some house she was buildin’ on Roblox, I pulled out my phone for a quick scroll. That shit was a mistake. Nyomi had just posted a picture on her story at some bougie-ass restaurant.
My jaw locked so tight I could feel the tension in my molars. I was just up in her guts a week and some change ago. Who the fuck was this nigga? I stood up, kissed Mariah’s forehead, and told Granny I had to handle somethin’. As soon as I hit the whip, I FaceTimed my right hand, Wock.
“Yo, I need you to hold shit down for a day or two,”
I told him, lightin’ up a blunt.
“What happened?”
“I’m finna go to Arbor Hills.”
“Off that girl again?”
All my niggas knew Nyomi had my head fucked up.
“Don’t worry ‘bout all that, nigga. Just make sure if any money move, it move smooth while I’m gone. I’ll be back.”
By the time the sun came up, I was parked outside the gym that I knew Nyomi hit almost every mornin’ to keep that body tight. She posted from there routinely. I remembered the blue wall and the mirror shot like it was tattooed in my mind.
She walked her pretty ass out in leggings, a cropped shirt sleeved hoodie, and her edges sweated out, but she wasn’t alone. Some corny lookin’ nigga in basketball shorts—tall, light-skinned, prolly a trainer—was choppin’ it up wit’ her. Her ass was smilin’ a lil’ too fuckin’ hard. Leanin’ in too close. She laughed at somethin’ he said and touched his chest, and I saw red.
I stepped out the car, cool and casual like I wasn’t itchin’ to knock this nigga’s teeth out.
“’Scuse me, bruh,”
I said, strollin’ up.
“You got the time?”
Nyomi spun around.
“Keon! What the fuck are you doing here?”
The dude nervously glanced at his Apple Watch.
“Uh, it’s 6:36.”
“Bet. Now tell me why you all in my woman’s face this early in the fuckin’ mornin’?”
The dude looked back and forth between us.
“Your… your woman?”
Nyomi stepped between us quickly.
“We’re not doing this. Are you out of your mind?”
I smiled widely, all teeth.
“Damn near. You got niggas takin’ you out to dinner and trainin’ you like you single?”
She glared.
“Because I am single.”
“Nah, you just actin’ single.”
The dude threw his hands up and started to walk away.
“Nyomi, take care.”
“Julian, I’m sorry for this.”
She cut her eyes at me and started walkin’ off.
“You’re fucking crazy!”
I followed her to the car, close on her heels.
“Ny, stop...”
“No. You flew out here to press me in the gym parking lot at six-thirty in the damn morning? Are you serious right now?!”
“You think I’m finna let some random ass nigga slide in what’s mine?”
“I’m not yours!”
She opened her car door, and I blocked her from gettin’ in.
“Stop fuckin’ playin’ wit’ me,”
I said low, breath ragged.
“You know damn well I’m not one of these regular ass niggas.”
“Yeah, I see that. You’re really cra—”
I kissed her hard, and she fought it for two seconds, then melted like I knew she would. Her hand hit my chest, then gripped my Versace shirt.
“You piss me off,”
she muttered.
“Whatever. I know that pussy wet,”
I replied. I yanked her car door open some more, climbed into the driver's seat, and pulled her onto my lap wit’ the door still cracked.
“Keon, what the fuck? Someone could see us!”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
She was cussin’ me out while straddlin’ me. That’s what made it hotter.
“You’re fucking crazy, seriously. I should call the cops on you,”
she spat, even as she gripped my shirt again wit’ both fists, breath hitchin’.
I reached down and shoved my fingers into her leggings, enjoyin’ that slick heat. She was warm, wet, and her clit was already swollen for a nigga. She gasped and bit her lip. I grinned.
“Seems like you mad… but this pussy happy to see a nigga.”
“Shut the… shit…”
Her eyes fluttered.
“Don’t fucking start…”
“Oh, I’m past startin’, baby. I’m bout to remind you what the fuck it is.”
She tried to push me back, but I already had my dick out, thick and achin’, before tuggin’ her leggings down. I gripped her by the throat and kissed her open mouth while pullin’ her panties to the side and slippin’ inside her slowly and deeply.
She moaned into my mouth like I’d snatched the soul from her diaphragm. “Fuck…”
“Exactly.”
She tried to lift off me, but I grabbed her hips and locked her down, slid even deeper, balls touchin’. She was soaked, clutchin’ me like her body was tryna apologize for her smart ass mouth.
“Knuck, don’t…stop.”
By now, Nyomi was rockin’ her hips, ridin’ like she wanted to fuck the crazy outta me.
“You earned this dick, remember?”
I bounced her harder. Slappin’. Sweaty. Her nails clawed my neck as she rode my dick wit’ rage, tryna punish me wit’ pussy.
“Think I won’t fuck you into submission right here?”
I growled.
“Say some shit I don’t like and I’ma nut in you and take you to meet my fuckin’ grandmama after.”
She gasped—half turned on, half terrified.
“You’re a whole psycho.”
I pulled her crop hoodie up over her tits, sucked her left nipple, then popped it out and smacked it just to be petty.
“Yeah. A psycho wit’ good dick. Tell the truth.”
She grabbed my face wit' both hands.
“I hate how good you feel.”
“I know. Now bounce, baby.”
She did. Hard. Fast. Her ass clapped against my thighs, the sound echoin’ in her fogged-up car like porn wit’ no background music. I grunted, gripped her cheeks, slapped them once for control, and her walls clenched around me.
“Oh my God! Keonnnn!!! I’m cumming!!!”
The shit was messy as fuck, but I loved that shit.
Her legs shook as I whispered, “You done?”
I whispered.
“No…”
I lifted her up, told her ass to get in the back seat, and arch that fuckin’ back. Quickly bendin’ her over, I spit on her pussy, slid back in, then gripped her ponytail wit' one hand and her waist wit' the other.
“Keep playin’ wit’ me, and I’mma shoot the next nigga you out wit’. You hear me?”
“What…? Fuucckkk! Oh, my God…”
I drilled her shit.
Stroke for stroke.
Long, hard, possessive strokes like I was tryna fuck her back into a relationship that didn’t exist… yet.
Her hands clawed the leather.
Her voice cracked from moanin’.
She came again, loudly. I pulled out and nutted all over her ass wit’ a growl, jaw clenched. We collapsed in a mess of sweat, breaths and curses before she went to fixin’ her hair while I adjusted my clothes, smirkin’.
“You done bein’ mad?” I asked.
“Boy, fuck you,”
she said, damn near pushin’ my ass out.
“I’m gonna be late for my first client.”
“I’ll write you a note,”
I smirked.
She rolled her eyes.
“Bye, Keon.”
“You gon’ lemme follow you home?”
She slammed the door. I licked two fingers slowly and made a V wit' my tongue between them.
“Hit me later. I’ll be here ‘til tomorrow.”
I watched her swerve out of the parkin’ lot, shakin’ my head. She had me gone. I stood there for a second, smilin’ and shit like a nut. Because no matter how mad she got…she kept lettin’ me in.