Page 5 of Gotta Jones For Ya

Nyomi was still asleep when I woke up. Her leg was tossed across my thigh, lips parted. Skin warm against mine like we was molded together in her soft ass girly bed. The sun peeked through her blinds, lightin’ her face just enough for me to stare like a nigga who ain't had no business feelin’ shorty this deep. I could still smell last night on the sheets. Her pussy. Her breathy little moans when I kissed her slowly, like she was mine. And she was. Even if she didn’t say it. Even if she wasn’t ready to say it.

I leaned in and kissed her shoulder softly.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,”

I muttered against her skin.

She groaned.

“Knuck, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please don’t start. I got shit to do. Real-life things.”

I sat up, smilin’.

“Cool. I’ll cancel all that shit for you.”

She rolled over, hair wild, eyes half open.

“You don’t cancel my schedule. Get up, get dressed, and go.”

I blinked.

“Oh. So that’s how you do me after last night?”

She threw a pillow at me. “Keon!”

I caught it wit' a grin, leaned back on her headboard.

“You ain't even gon’ cook for me or nothin’? Not even a lil’ thank you for the dick that snatched your soul?”

She stood up, wrapped in a satin robe, lookin’ like a goddess wit' nothin’ but attitude.

“Keon, we talked about this. I don’t want all of this. You keep acting like we’re a couple. You gotta stop. Just be normal.”

I stared at her for a beat. I could tell she meant that shit. Her voice was firm, but that robe was slidin’ off her shoulder like temptation, and she had that after dick glow I couldn’t ignore. I stood up, pulled on my briefs, and walked over slowly.

“You know what I hear when you say all that?”

“What?”

“That you hungry. You’re not yourself.”

Nyomi opened her mouth to argue, but I kissed her on the forehead and snatched my clothes up.

“I’m finna order breakfast and then go shower and change. You better be dressed when I come back ‘cause I’m spoilin’ you today whether you want it or not.”

She stared at me like I was the craziest nigga alive. I laughed and just winked as I left.

**

An hour and a half later, we were sittin’ in my rental truck wit’ a full day of me on the agenda.

“You’re really not gonna let me say no, huh?”

she asked, snatchin’ her sunglasses off. She looked and smelled good as fuck, wearin’ a yellow sundress that dipped low in the front. Titties on display. She knew what the fuck she was doin’ to a nigga.

“I don’t take no from women I done had screamin’ into pillows.”

Her eyes bulged.

“You’re really crazy.”

“You love it here,”

I smirked, pullin’ off.

“Tell me somethin’ ‘bout you I don’t know,”

I said, watchin’ her pout from the passenger seat.

Nyomi rolled her eyes like I wasn’t deadass serious.

“Like what?”

“Like why you tried to kick me out before and after breakfast.”

I stroked the top of her thigh slowly while I drove.

She sucked her teeth.

“'Cause I needed my Sunday back.”

“To do what?”

“Regular people shit. You know, laundry, clean up, cook…”

“Nah, I’m your Sunday now. That shit can wait.”

She looked at me.

“You’re so damn cocky.”

“And you so damn fine. Them two things go together like me and you, baby,”

I shrugged.

She turned her face toward the window to hide the smirk she didn’t want me to see, but I peeped that shit loud and clear.

By the time we pulled up to the nail salon, Nyomi was still tryna act like I was some temporary dick wit' a day pass, not the whole damn event. She hesitated gettin’ out like she didn't wanna be seen wit’ me.

“You’re coming in, too?”

she asked.

“Damn right,”

I said, killin’ the engine and steppin’ out like I owned the whole damn lot.

“What kinda nigga drop his woman off to get pampered and don’t sit in to witness the results?”

“I’m not your—”

“C’mon.”

I didn’t let her finish. I was already holdin’ the door open. Inside, the salon smelled like lavender and polish remover. Soft music playin’ and shit, chairs vibratin’, and techs wit' masks smilin’ behind their eyes. They sat us down side-by-side. I posted up like it was my appointment. One arm slung over the side, the other resting on my knee, watchin’ her wit' that hungry look I know she felt.

The techs giggled.

“Aww, y’all make a cute couple,”

one of ’em said while takin’ her hand.

Nyomi jumped on it.

“We’re not—”

“We together,”

I cut in, looking her tech dead in the eye.

“She just a lil’ shy.”

Her head snapped toward me. “Knuck—”

“Paint ’em some kinda purple,”

I told the nail tech.

“Her favorite color.”

“Purple?”

the tech blinked.

“Yeah,”

I said, eyes on Nyomi, who looked back at me wit' her mouth dropped.

“I pay attention, baby." She gon’ blush but not say shit, and that silence told me everything. I leaned over as she got started, brushin’ her wrist wit' my knuckles.

“If your favorite color is purple, why you always wear white or French tip?”

Nyomi side-eyed me again, mouth twitchin’ like she was tryna hold in a grin.

“It’s classic. Timeless.”

“Nah,”

I said, eyes trailin’ up her bare thigh.

“Timeless is the way you sound when you moan. That shit’ll live rent-free in my head forever.”

The tech snorted behind her mask.

Nyomi whispered, “Can you not?”

I leaned back in my chair, all smug and chill.

“I could not, but I prolly won’t.”

I watched her nails and pretty ass feet get done, filled, and painted to perfection.

“You hungry?”

I asked, slidin’ my black card into the reader.

“I just ate.”

“Breakfast was two hours ago.”

“You forced breakfast,”

she argued, snatching her receipt.

“Call it what you want, you still swallowed every damn bite of them banana pancakes.”

She went quiet again, and I reached for her hand.

“Exactly. Next stop, this lil’ boutique.”

She turned to me mid-stride.

“Keon, I don’t need you buying me any—”

I stopped her wit' a look. That deep, calm one I only gave when I was dead fuckin’ serious.

“Damn. Can’t I spoil you? Why you fightin’ me on this shit?”

“You don’t need to.”

“You don’t think I know you got your own money? Still not gon’ stop me from showin’ you what’s up wit’ me.”

She blinked but didn’t say shit. Again. And I loved the fuck outta her for it.