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She lifted her head and stared at me, her auburn curls everywhere. I licked my lips, and she followed my tongue.Shit.It was habit for me to do that when I saw someone who attracted me. I didn’t expect her to scoot up and lay her lips on mine though. She brought her hand to my cheek and held it there. I almost got caught up.
I pulled away from her and said, “Jenetta, this ain’t cool, baby. I’m trying to be here for you, but we can’t go there.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just that it seems you needed that as much as I did. We are both craving love. I can feel it.”
I stared into her eyes, knowing that she was telling the God’s honest truth. Before I could stop myself, I pulled her on top of me and held her in my arms as she lay her head on my chest. Surprisingly, my dick wasn’t hard. I was feeling emotional. I wasn’t sure how she could sense that within me, but I had to stay close to her, if for nothing more than to be her friend.
Jericho would come unglued if he knew we were in this room like this. “You can’t tell Jericho about this. I’ll tell him what I want him to know.”
She lifted her head and laid her lips on mine again. I kissed her back, but I couldn’t get carried away with her. “Go to sleep, baby.”
She lay her head back on my chest and did just that as I stared at the ceiling, trying to evaluate my life and what this shit was between us.
CHAPTER1
JUNGLE
THREE MONTHS LATER…
“Kennedy, where you at? The movie you asked to go to starts in thirty minutes. I don’t like wasting my time. Call me back ASAP, or I ain’t going no fucking where.”
I ended the call pissed. I’d rearranged my schedule to take my lil dip out to the movies and dinner. Of course, we would come back to my place, and she would get some of this jungle loving before she had to head back to Alabama. I didn’t know what I was thinking by trying to make more out of a fuck buddy. She lived way in fucking Alabama, but she was in Houston nearly every two weeks to hang out.
I was flying her ass out here, and I still couldn’t explain to myself why. She had a daughter that I had yet to meet. When she came to Houston, her daughter would be spending time in Louisiana with her father. Kennedy was fine as hell, though, and the pussy had me stuck. She had my ass right where she wanted me. I asked her to be mine and to move to Houston. We’d been kicking it for three months. She only said she would think about it. I wouldn’t be able to continue being with her if she didn’t, because I wasn’t leaving Houston.
I was as proud of my city as Slim Thug was. There was nothing a nigga could tell me about Houston. This city was mine. They needed to give me the fucking keys to the city. Nigga couldn’t tell me shit back in the day, rolling in my SLAB with purple candy paint because I was royalty on the south side. The front end was always hopping, and the top was dropped, blasting DJ Screw, Fat Pat, UGK, and Lil’ Keke. That shit was loaded. I had swangas on my shit and woodgrain and leather interior.
I flopped in my recliner in my bedroom and turned on the TV. Before I could decide what to watch, I received a text message.I hope your date is all fucked up tonight.
I slowly shook my head and chuckled. C-Mar was tripping. Jenetta and I had become best friends. We talked almost every day. She changed her name to Chelsea, so I called her C-Mar as a nickname since her last name was Marcellus. Looked like she was gonna get her wish. I could have been at the barbershop I owned, handling business. We were just about done with all the product. There was a bit left over there that those niggas weren’t getting rid of quick enough. If they’d gotten rid of it, they had yet to send my money.
I thought we were already done until Vegas brought that shit to my attention. Those niggas would have gotten away with nearly thirty grand. I told him that since I wasn’t gonna miss it, he could have it when we collected it. So Kennedy was fucking with my money right now. I stood from my seat and started getting undressed. I hated getting to the theater late. If I was gon’ watch a movie, I wanted to be there before the previews and commercials started. I needed the entire experience.
That was what I got for dating a younger woman. She was thirty-four. Apparently, she still needed time to grow the fuck up. I slid on my basketball shorts and a T-shirt then put on my flip flops, leaving my socks on, and made my way downstairs to find something to eat in the fridge. Once I did, I sent C-Mar a text.You got your wish. She was a no call, no fucking show.
She called immediately. “What, man?” I answered.
“I was fucking wit’chu. I’m sorry. I’m on my way with Chinese.”
She ended the call before I could decline her company. Ever since she and her mom had moved to Houston nearly two months ago, whenever she could be in my presence, she was. I knew she still wanted me, and truth was, I wanted her too. She was even younger than Kennedy though. She was about to be thirty-one in a couple of months. I was forty-four years old, and for my birthday last month, we’d turned the fuck up… just Chelsea and me. She wanted to show me a good time, although that shit was on my dime.
I’d chuckled when she said, “You know you gon’ have to pay for this shit, right?” She had just started working at Kroger a week prior to that day and hadn’t gotten her first check. Now that she was working, she always paid for the small shit, since I was paying their rent. I wanted to just buy a house for them, but that wasn’t something I was willing to invest in with a woman that wasn’t mine. We were close friends that talked about every damn thing, but I still couldn’t make that type of sacrifice.
I called her back, but she didn’t answer, so I sent a text.I need to make a run to the barbershop right quick.
Wait for me.
I hated when she wanted to go on runs with me. I called her again. “Hello?”
“C-Mar, you can’t go. I got some shit to handle. How long before you get here?”
“Why can’t I go?”
“Because I don’t want you to see that side of me, baby. Shit may get ugly tonight.”
“Ugh! Have you forgotten where I came from? I’m at Timmy Chan’s. I’ll be there in less than thirty minutes. Don’t leave.”
She ended the damn call again, so I texted.Quit fucking hanging up on me!She knew I hated that shit. That was why she did it. She could be angry all she wanted, but I wasnottaking her to the barbershop. Some muthafucking heads were gonna be rolling tonight if I didn’t have my money. She didn’t need to see that shit. She saw enough of that shit in Miami… for her entire life.
