Page 13 of Welcome to the Table

“You know enough. I see you are hardheaded, but I can tame that, and yes, I do pinky promise. My mother taught me that. That’s the only way I know a person won’t lie to me and will keep their promise.

You keep saying you don’t know me, yet here we are again, running into each other.

Either you want to know me, or it's destiny, but either way, it’s happening,” I told her and let her go, but didn’t move.

She was stuck between the car and me, but she managed to turn and face me.

She was so fucking beautiful. Her fucking skin with the freckles splattered all over her face was gorgeous.

Her lashes were long, and I got lost in her blue eyes.

I had to get the fuck away from her, but I didn’t want to.

A tug-of-war was pulling my heart strings in different directions.

I wanted her, but I needed to get the fuck away from her.

An internal battle of emotions that I wasn’t familiar with and didn’t have control over.

I needed Athena in that moment, so I wouldn’t lose my mind, but I’d tell her about it later.

I knew she would be my downfall. If her looks made me weak in the knees, I could only imagine what her pussy tasted and felt like, and I didn’t even eat pussy.

I must have zoned out because she was waving her hand in front of me, and it got my attention.

My eyes met hers, and she looked flustered.

Face crimson. My hand went to the side of her face, moving her hair behind her ear.

She was a natural beauty, and that was rare in the city.

“Where you from? I know you ain’t from here,” I asked her.

“Can you back up a little? You a little too close. I can’t breathe.” She was exaggerating because I wasn’t that fucking close.

“Answer my question. Where the fuck you from? Then I’ll back up just a little,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes.

It was then that I noticed that she had clear contacts in her eyes, so she wore glasses on any other day.

“Stop the profanity, and I’m from Tennessee if you must know. I came here for school and decided to stay, not that it’s your business.” She swirled her neck. She was lying. Her eyes shifted from left to right as she spoke, a dead giveaway.

I grabbed the back of it to stop the movement. My lips were inches from hers, but she didn’t move.

“You got somebody out here with you? Where yo’ man at? Why the fuck he ain’t came and got you yet?” I remembered the phone conversation she had earlier, and was being nosy.

“That’s not yo’ concern. If you don’t see him, then he doesn’t exist.” She had a mouth on her, but she was right, fuck that nigga. He wasn’t here to protect her from me, not that he could. Her face was so innocent, but I knew that shit was a front from how she talked.

I leaned away from her but took her with me by her waist. She tried to resist, barely, but I wasn’t having that shit.

“Don’t ever pull away from me.” I was used to having control, and she would soon learn that.

“You can’t control me, sir.” She tried to get away, knowing that shit was a lie. Her being this close to me explained a lot.

“You know my name. Cut the sir shit,” I told her.

I opened the door with one hand, then sat down and motioned for her to sit on top of me. She looked from my face to my lap and shook her head.

“There is another seat I can sit in. I don’t need to sit on your lap. What do you want anyway?” Her country ass attitude was back.

“You were all in my shit, and now you asking questions? Man, stop playing with me and come sit on Daddy’s lap.” I grabbed her thick ass thigh, and she had no choice but to fall onto my lap. I pushed the button to push the seat back, so she could straddle me comfortably.

“Who said I wanted to straddle your lap?”

The way she recited her words did something to my soul. She was peculiar but in a good way.

“You, because you doing it. But if you don’t want to, I get it. You don’t know me like that.” She rolled her eyes at me with a half-smile.

I knew she was mentally battling whether she should sit down or not, but I knew the good part would win. She was a little hesitant and looked behind her to see who was watching.

I reached up and grabbed her chin. “I’m this way. What you looking behind you for? You always safe with me.” I had to assure her and establish a little trust.

She took a deep breath and proceeded to climb on top of me.

Once she was comfortably on my lap, I leaned the seat back so she could sit upright.

I wanted a better view to look at her. Now that we were in closer proximity, all that bad girl shit went out the window.

She was fiddling with her hands and looking everywhere but at me.

I didn’t give a fuck about the dozens of people around us.

They disappeared when she sat on my lap.

I had hittas everywhere, so I didn’t have to watch my back for no funny shit to happen.

Niggas knew not to bust their guns unless they wanted to lose their lives.

I knew Grove was watching everything. I trusted that nigga with my life.

I reached into the armrest and grabbed my weed and blunt wrapper.

I looked up, and her head was down. I put my shit down and used my hand to lift her chin.

“I’m up here. What you nervous for? I ain’t touch you yet. You just sitting on my lap,” I told her, and she smiled.

“I don’t know you, Hellcat, and from the way everybody spread like the Red Sea when you came through, I don’t think I want to know you. Plus, the looks from the bitches out here ain’t cool. These bitches don’t know how I get down to be looking at me like that. I beat bitches for less from my city.”

That shit turned me on. She knew when to turn that ghetto shit off and be a fucking lady.

“I heard the stories about you before I even came to New Orleans. I ain’t trying to get caught up in your shit. I been keeping myself low-key and minding my business, and it needs to stay that way,” she said, looking at me.

“Don’t believe everything you hear. If it didn’t come from my mouth. If I didn’t tell you, it ain’t true,” I told her, then grabbed my blunt and started to roll it.

“You smoke? And don’t say you don’t trust it, cuz yo’ thick ass sitting right here, watching me roll it. I grow my own shit, so you good,” I said before she could object.

“I don’t smoke a lot, but I’ll smoke with you.” She licked her lips, and that shit was so sexy.

Her lips were plump but not fake. I wanted to suck them, but I didn’t want to run her off.

Everything she heard about me was probably true, but I wouldn’t confirm it.

I wanted her to know me for herself. I was losing my fucking mind.

I didn’t do shit like this, but I didn’t want her with another nigga, and I didn’t even know her.

I was selfish already, and that shit was dangerous.

“Gimme a kiss,” I told her, and she laughed loud. She fell back, but I didn’t laugh. I was serious. “Yo’ shit look soft as fuck, and I bet the pussy lips just as soft,” I said, and she stopped laughing. Her eyes slanted, and I knew I turned her on. The creases in her forehead gave her away.

“I don’t know where yo’ lips been to be kissing you,” she told me, and I smiled.

“They ain’t been on nobody yet because she tripping like she don’t wanna kiss a nigga, and don’t start that ‘you don’t know me’ shit. You about to smoke my weed, and I only share with my best friend and my brother,” I told her and put the blunt to my lips.

If she didn’t want to kiss me, I had a trick for that shit.

I let the shit go for now. I pulled off the blunt and pulled her to me to blow the smoke in her mouth, and made her inhale it.

Afterward, she pulled back, and a lazy smile was plastered on her face.

I hit the blunt twice before passing it to her.

She looked sexy as fuck holding my blunt in her hand and smoking.

She inhaled and let some of the smoke out of her mouth into her nose, and my dick got hard.

Her head was slightly bowed with her hair framing her face, giving her a sexy, exotic look.

My hands found her thick thighs and rubbed them up and down, all the way to the creases of her pussy. I didn’t know if it was the weed or her on top of me, but this shit was intense. Her body shivered. I tried to move her because my dick was about to break, but she stopped me.

“No, don’t move me. You wanted me here, so this is where I will stay,” she said, passing the blunt back to me.

“You want me to fuck you in front of all these people? I know you feel how hard my dick is,” I told her, and she moved her hips in a circle. I ran my hand through my dreads, and she smiled.

“Can’t take the heat… You know the rest,” she said, and I laughed.

I hit the blunt and pulled the back of her neck toward me while keeping the blunt in my mouth.

I blew her a shotgun. When our lips touched, a shock of electricity went through every part of my body.

I had to get the fuck away from her. I let her go, and she took the blunt out of my mouth but remained close.

She kissed my forehead, nose, and then my mouth.

She swirled her tongue in my mouth and sucked my lips like her life depended on it.

My hands gripped her hips and moved them like she was riding my shit to make it go down a little.

“Mmmm,” she moaned into my lips.

She reached over, put the blunt out, wrapped her arms around my neck, and continued to kiss me, rubbing the back of my head while moving her body on her own.

She leaned in closer with her breasts on my chest. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but I knew I couldn’t.

She was a good girl playing the bad girl role when she didn’t have to.

“Fuuucckkkk, you killing me, Ma.” I moaned as her mouth made its way to my neck. Her tongue did a dance on my neck, and I was losing the battle. I gripped the back of her neck tight as fuck.