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PROLOGUE
JAKARI
TEN YEARS AGO…
She slow whined on my dick as I sat in VIP, trying to see what I could see as “Wishing” by DJ Drama and Chris Brown blared through the speakers. I swore, she wanted to get dicked down right here in front of everybody. I glanced over at my brother, Christian, as he danced on some woman that I was sure he would be getting a piece of later. Bringing my attention back to the woman on my lap, I gripped her hips and watched her hair sway across her back.
She looked back at me and bit her bottom lip then bent over, showing me the part of her I admired the most. Her ass was fat as hell, and the way it was bouncing and twerking on my dick told me she was ready for those cheeks to be spread. It had been a few months since I’d engaged in extracurricular activities like this, but I was willing to break my sabbatical for her ass.
I slid my hands over her ass then squeezed her cheeks. After I slapped each one, she stood, turned around, and straddled me, showing me her skills as she dry-fucked me. I bit my bottom lip as I slumped in my seat and let her work my shit out. When she leaned over to kiss me, I frowned. “Naw, baby. Just because I wanna fuck you, don’t mean I wanna kiss. That shit is reserved for a woman I at least know. That ain’t the vibe we creating right now.”
She frowned slightly, but she didn’t dare get up. She saw the attention Christian and I were getting. If she got up, I would have another woman in her place instantly, holding no memory of who she was. Sliding her hand up my neck, she said, “Okay.”
I grabbed my cigar from the tray next to me and took a puff, blowing the smoke in her face as she gripped her nipples through the fabric of the short ass dress she wore. It was extremely noticeable that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and judging by how hot her pussy was against me, she wasn’t wearing underwear either. If she was, that shit wasn’t catching a damn thing. The moisture on my pants was saying so.
“What’s your name?” she asked as she leaned over to my ear.
“Jakari. What’s yours?”
“Hmm. That’s interesting. My name is Shakari.”
“Interesting indeed. You wanna see what kind of magic we can make? Seems like we supposed to be right here at this very moment. Plus…” I said as I gripped her pussy from the back. “This fat shit calling me.”
She pulled away from me for a moment then slid her pussy up and down my erection. Leaning over to my ear again, she said, “Take my number, and we can hook up another time. I’m not ready to leave just yet.”
She glanced over at Christian who’d sat next to us. He gulped his drink and looked like he’d had enough of this scene. “A’ight. I’ll get at you soon,” I said, knowing that I probably wouldn’t.
I was a spur of the moment type of nigga. I’d been that way ever since I had to deal with being forcefully pushed into being the “man of the house”. It would be that way until my youngest brother graduated from college. He was only a senior in high school. Ever since my biological father had been arrested and charged on crimes involving minors almost two years ago, taking care of my mama and brothers had been my focus.
When I found out he’d been molesting and raping young girls, I disowned him. Finding out that he’d raped Nesha had made it even worse. Out of all my cousins, she and Jessica were the ones around my age. Although both were a little older than me, Nesha a year and a half and Jess a couple of months, I still looked at myself as their protector, especially at school. Jess and I were in the same grade, and Nesha was a year ahead.
I could remember instances where Nesha would be extremely quiet or not wanting to be bothered. I just figured it was a girl thing and thought nothing further of it. My own father had stolen three of my cousins’ innocence, Nesha and both of her younger sisters, Shakayla and Chenetra. I felt like he targeted them because Uncle WJ was having issues and couldn’t give them the attention he should have been.
I still blamed myself for not noticing something was wrong. Unbeknownst to Nesha, I watched her all the time now. She had graduated college already and was fucking around with some woman. She didn’t think anybody knew, but I knew everything she tried to hide. I had to make sure she was okay. She was so timid, not nearly as aggressive as Jess. Jessica could hold her own. I truly believed she would fuck a nigga up if it came down to it. She was in Houston though, which made it a little harder to keep tabs on her.
After all that bullshit, Avery Bolton had might as well been given the death penalty. He was dead to me, and there was no coming back from that shit. His calls went unanswered, and his email address was blocked. There was no excuse he could give me that would be good enough to justify his actions. He was a grown ass man that knew he had a problem. When he had a desire to touch my Aunt Syn when she was four years old, he should have gotten help.
I patted Shakari’s thighs, signaling for her to get her ass up. She slid next to me, and I pulled my phone out to put her number in it. I almost gave it to her for her to do it herself, but I didn’t need her calling herself and getting my number. Nothing about her said that I would want anything more than a fuck with her. The attraction was only physical. My heart was off limits anyway. Once I saved it, I lifted my head to tell her bye, and she softly kissed my lips.
She caught me off guard with that shit, but her lips were so fucking soft, I had to go against my rule about kissing and feel them again. I pulled her back astride my lap and pulled her face to mine by gripping her neck. I kissed her and before I knew it, my tongue was ravishing her mouth like it was in search of something. I gripped her ass with my other hand as I separated our kiss and moved to her neck.
The taste of her sweat slowed me down, thankfully. I gave her a head nod as she smiled. When she stood, I turned to Christian to see he was staring at me. “Let’s roll, man.”
He stood from his seat as I gulped the last of my drink. After standing as well, Shakari approached me. I leaned over and hugged her. She was a good foot shorter than me. I got that all the time though since I was six four. All the Henderson men were tall. It didn’t help that Avery Bolton was over six feet as well. I hated comparing myself to him though because he was the last person I wanted to be like now. It irritated me that I looked just like him, had his dark complexion and every other feature of his.
When I pulled away from her, she slid her hand over my cheek and winked.Hmm. I may call her after all.
I walked out, and Christian followed behind me. Normally, Nesha kicked it with us, along with Jess when she was in town, but they were both busy. Uncle WJ’s soon-to-be stepson was tryna chill with us from time to time too, but he was still reeling from the death of his sugar mama. Nigga was dating his mama’s best friend. That was some fuck shit. I mean… if my mama had a fine friend, I’d probably try to hit, but it would definitely be subtle. However, it would never go any further than that.
Vida was fine as fuck, and I’d fantasized about her ass a few times, but when she hooked up with Aston and I found out she was Aunt Syn’s biological mother, those thoughts went right out the window. Me being subtle though caused me to miss my opportunity. She liked young niggas, since Aston was only a few years older than me.
When we got to my new whip, Christian said, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you driving this Escalade. This shit nice. Working for the family business is that lucrative, huh?”
“Hell yeah. You should come over. You could maintain the A/C and shit since that’s what you went to school for. I know you work for LaKeith, but maybe y’all can do our shit on the side. Besides, Henderson Farms and Ranches is only going to get bigger. I have so many ideas to get us to the next level.”
“Well, we already maintain everyone’s businesses anyway. We’ll see though. What I wanna know is how the fuck you let that girl kiss you?”
I chuckled. “Shit, she snuck that shit on me. I told her I didn’t go there with women I didn’t really know. After she did that though and I felt how soft those muthafuckas were, I had to feel ’em again.”
