Page 52 of Welcome to the Table

Hollygrove

“ W hy are you being so quiet?” Jaci asked as I drove through the city to get her ass home before Athena sent her men to look for her.

“You do some crazy shit, Jaci. Why the fuck would you take Athena’s car, knowing she has tracking devices on everything, even if you can’t see it?” I glanced at her.

“She got me this time. That was a smart move to put the shit in the engine. I wonder who she got to do that shit,” she said like the shit was a joke.

I shook my head because she didn’t know how serious this shit was.

“And how did you know where we would be?” I asked her.

“How could I not? I see you forgot in my absence what I was capable of. In New York, I took a class in cybersecurity. I hacked y’all’s phones, duh.

I heard everything. I even hacked the burner phones before you ask, so yeah, I heard everything but didn’t tell y’all.

I knew why we were stopping. I didn’t expect to kill anyone,” she told me, and I chuckled.

“Do you realize what the fuck you did?” I had to ask her because she was acting stupid.

“It don’t fucking matter. The nigga was trying to get away, and I knew he was a fucking snitch, so I handled it. Whatever comes after that, I’ll handle that, too.” She folded her hands across her chest, pouting, and the shit was so cute. I reached over and pinched her cheek.

“No, don’t touch me. You and Hellcat stupid ass think I’m still that lil girl who needs protection, but I’m not. Y’all trained me, so don’t get pissy when I return the favor,” she said, and I didn’t have shit to say because she was right.

Everything she said was the truth, so I left it alone. I stopped at the red light and turned to look at her. She wouldn’t return my gaze, so I used my hand to make her.

“Stop that shit. You know I hate when you mad. I hated it when you were younger, so you know I hate the shit now,” I told her.

She looked at me, but her face didn’t change.

“Gimme kiss, lil girl,” I told her, and her eyes got big like she was surprised. Her face frowned.

“You never kissed before?” I asked her.

She shook her head and moved away, embarrassed.

I pulled her face back to mine.

“Did I tell you to move?” I squinted at her, but she didn’t answer.

People started blowing their horns, so I pulled off and hit the next exit to pull over.

I put the car in park and took off my seatbelt.

I reached over and unlocked hers, then I pulled her body across the seat.

I reclined the seat back so she could be comfortable.

She straddled me with her hand over her mouth.

I pulled her hand down. “Stop that. You acting like I’m a stranger. You know me. I ain’t one of them New York niggas.”

Jaci giggled and let me remove her hand. She looked down at me with those long ass eyelashes that brought me to my knees every time. Bitches wore fake eyelashes, but her shit was all natural.

“You gon’ let me be your first kiss?” I asked her, and she blushed.

Gone was the neck slicing woman. Before me was the original Jaci that I met years ago when I became part of the family. Her eyes went down, and I grabbed the back of her neck, bringing her face to meet mine. Inches from her lips, she trembled.

“You gotta answer, Jaci, or I’ll back up,” I whispered with each word brushing her lips. Her cheeks turned a shade of red.

“Am I making you nervous? This is me, Hollygrove,” I told her, and her hands pressed against my chest. She looked at me.

“Yes, I want you to be my first kiss, but what do I do?” She was clueless, but I would teach her everything if she gave a nigga a chance.

“Just feel and follow my movements,” I told her, and my lips touched hers.

I sucked her top lip, and she sucked my bottom one.

I had to control my dick because she wasn’t just some girl; I wanted her to be mine.

I slid my tongue in her mouth, and she tried to back away, but I wouldn’t let her.

I twirled my tongue, and she caught it and sucked it.

She slid her tongue into my mouth, and her hands went from my chest to around my neck.

My hands moved from her waist and palmed her ass cheeks.

Her skirt was little, so I felt her skin, and she jumped.

“Wait. I think something is happening.” She stopped kissing me, and I was confused.

“What’s wrong? Too much?” I asked, and she looked flustered, like she was about to faint.

I tried to lift her off me, and she shook her head.

“Words,” I told her.

Instead of speaking, she grabbed my hand and put it between us. I felt the heat before she could get my hand inside the front of her skirt.

“Just feel.” She used my words and slid my hand inside her panties. Her center was like a slippery wet leaking pipe.

My dick had a mind of its own and grew under her. I tried to move her ass again, and she wouldn’t budge. She sat on top of my shit with my hands in her pants. I moved my thumb to circle her clit, and her hands grabbed my wrist to stop it.

“Just feel. I’m about to give you your first orgasm with my fingers,” I told her.

She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes and look at me. I wanna see your eyes when you come,” I said, and she opened her eyes.

“Grove, what are you doing to me? I never felt this before.” She moaned, and I shushed her with my kisses.

“Kiss me back, and roll your hips in a circle,” I coached her, and she did.

“Oh, my God, Grove,” she moaned into my mouth as I circled her clit faster.

I slowly inserted one of my fingers into her and was met with resistance. Her fucking hymen.

“You know I’m a virgin.” She moaned as I felt her clit swell. I knew she was near, so I kept working my fingers.

“Ummmmaaahhhhh Grrrrooovveee.” She bit my bottom lip as her warm liquids leaked into my hands.

I smiled on the inside because I was the first to make her feel like this. Sweat formed on her head, but the air conditioner was on. I pecked her lips as she sat there, trying to gather herself.

“What the fuck was that?” she asked me.

“Your first orgasm.”

I pulled my hand from her panties and sucked my fingers dry.

She smiled before getting off my lap and slid back into her seat, smiling.

I shook my head, put the truck back in drive, and pulled off.

For a few minutes, it was quiet. That was cool with me because I knew all types of thoughts were running through her head.

She reached to turn the volume up on the radio, but I stopped her.

“Speak your mind. What’s on it?” I asked.

“I can only tell you through my music, so let me. I have had this song playing over and over in my head since I realized my feelings for you and decided to embrace them.” I nodded to let her do her thing.

She pulled out her phone and used the Bluetooth to connect her phone to it.

I glanced as she scrolled through her phone like she was looking for the perfect song to play.

She smiled, so I figured she found it. She smiled when the soft melody played before the words started to come through.

She cleared her throat like she could sing, and I prepared for my ears to bleed. Jaci started to sing.

Hey, how you doin’? How’s your day goin’?

You know that you can always say what’s on your mind

Are you on your way home?

I’ll warm up your plate when you arrive

Hang your coat, take off your shoes, hot water in the tub for you

Don’t have to, but I’d love to do

Bartender, I’ll pour a drink, a movie on to entertain

I’m down to do the little things

Just wanna take some time to thank ya

And let you know just how you make me proud

The good times make up for the bad ones

I see you tryin’, and I don’t know how

The song had a nice ring to it. I hadn’t heard it before, so I looked at her as she tried her hardest to sing it. She was on key, but her voice wasn’t the best. It was sweet to me. Not so much her voice but the words. I listened to the song until she finished, and she was smiling.

“That’s how you really feel about a nigga?” I asked her, and she blushed harder.

“Grove, I have an entire journal written about us and what we could be if it weren’t for my brothers. I would never come between that,” she said.

“You won’t. I already got the okay from Athena―”

She cut my words off. “What did she tell you?” I knew I had fucked up, but I didn’t care.

“Everything I needed to know but just enough to know that I can’t break your heart, or she will break every bone in my body,” I told her as I took the exit to get to their house.

“No, I’m going with you. Don’t take me home. It’s boring there,” she said, and I thought about it.

Athena knew she was in good hands fucking with me, so I decided to keep going.

“It’s boring at my shit too. Ain’t nobody there,” I told her.

“But we will be. I’m sure we can find something to entertain us for the night because I’m spending it with you,” she said, and focused her eyes on the road like she was driving.

I ran my hands across my face, still smelling her essence on them as I made my way to my house. This was about to be a long ass night.

“You hungry?” I asked Jaci as we passed Coplands and Ruth’s Chris.

She looked around at the different food spots and noticed a food truck under the Claiborne bridge.

“Let’s stop at the Food Assassin food truck over there,” she said, pointing out the window.

She would wanna stop in the neighborhood where shit could pop off at any minute.

Niggas shot guns for a living in this area, and she wanted to stop.

I had to give the princess what she wanted.

I pulled up under the bridge next to the food truck and parked.

I pulled my two guns out of my back, making sure they were off safety.

“It ain’t that serious, Grove. We just getting something to eat, and the line not even that long,” she said, and I ignored her.

“That lil knife you got ain’t gon’ stop no fucking bullets from flying, so let me protect yo’ lil ass. Now, come on,” I told her and got out of the truck.