Page 23 of Make Me Remember

He nodded as he clinched his teeth while I worked that shit out of there. I probably could have gotten a license to be a massage therapist as well. I had strong fingers and was known to work out a knot or two. It had been too long since Jacob’s surgery for him not to be in better shape.

“So you saying I can call you and talk shit to you? I mean, am I in the friend zone, or am I on track to be your man?”

I glanced at him as I lightly massaged his knee. “I think we should take this one day at a time. However, I don’t entertain men without purpose anymore. Actually, that used to be my thing.” I slowly shook my head. “But yeah, we’re working toward something.”

“I have a lot to get to know about you, huh?”

“Yeah. I just hope you can be understanding of who I am as a woman. My past has shaped who I am.”

“I feel you. When will I get to meet the infamous LaTee?”

“See, that’s one of my things. I’m extremely protective of her because of the shit I went through. My mama’s boyfriend was who raped me. I was a kid… six when he started touching me.” I swallowed hard, not believing I was telling him all this. “It will be a while, Jacob.”

He sat up and grabbed my hand. “I get it. I’m gonna move at your pace, baby. I wish I could feel your lips though. Those shits look soft as fuck.”

I gave him a one-sided smile and moved to his ankle, doing my best to ignore him. Just my luck, I would bend over to kiss him and one of his relatives would come in the room and witness it. He smirked and lay back down while I worked his ankle. My mind drifted for a moment. I couldn’t help but think about what a relationship would be like with him. I knew the sex would probably be on some next level shit, but I wondered if he could be as understanding as he let on.

I knew I had some shit to me, and I was working on becoming a better person. I was the type to go through phones and shit because I didn’t trust niggas. Savage threatened to break my neck if I ever went through his phone again. His threat didn’t stop me. Him changing his password and adding facial recognition was what stopped me. Before I left Nashville, I fucked his car up. I keyed the fuck out of that shit, slashed his tires, and broke windows. I even had the audacity to spray paint the words ‘dick riding ass nigga’ on the hood of it.

He would probably kill my ass on sight. I was hurt, emotional, and my hormones were going crazy. He played me, and he played me well. I never suspected that he would be the type of nigga that wouldn’t accept his flesh and blood, especially since he had two kids already. Those kids stayed draped in the hottest gear and didn’t want for a thing. He spent a lot of time with them like they meant the world to him. I thought my baby would get the same treatment, but I was terribly wrong.

“Hey, you good?”

I blinked rapidly. “Yeah, I’m sorry. My mind was somewhere else.”

I’d stopped what I was doing and was just staring off into space. When I finally finished, Jacob went to a sitting position. I began gathering my things and putting them in my bag. I glanced his direction to see he was watching me. “Mekayla, come here, baby.”

I walked over to him, and he pulled me between his legs by placing his hands at my waist. “Jacob, you really need to have your leg elevated. Let me get you some ice.”

“I’ll ice it, but not in here. There’s a reason I brought you in this room. I just feel in my soul that you are the woman this room was meant for.”

My emotions were bubbling up in my chest, and I did my best to get away from him, but he gripped me at my hips, forcing me to stay put. I felt like I was hyperventilating. He gently slid his hand up my arm. “Try to relax, baby. Take deep breaths. Look at me.”

I lifted my eyes to his and watched him take deep breaths. I emulated what he was doing, and I felt calm almost immediately. Swallowing hard, I said, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t ever have to apologize for no shit like that. You have anxiety?”

“No. It was just that what you said were my very thoughts from earlier. I wasn’t going to tell you, because I thought it may have sounded weird to you. This room is decorated like it was meant for me. If I could afford to, I would decorate my room this same way. I have the fur rug, but it was cheap.”

He slid his thumb over my cheek. “You are so beautiful. I want to give you the world. Real shit. I can’t imagine you’ve overcome the things you have. You don’t look like what you’ve been through.”

My cheeks heated up as he stared at me. “Neither do you,” I said in a whisper.

He stood from the bed and pulled me in his arms again. This was a place I could stay all day. His hugs were so heartfelt. Nothing about them felt pretentious or put on. When I pulled away, I stared up at him, daring him to kiss me. Once my lips parted, that was it. Jacob leaned over and laid his soft lips on mine. I nearly got carried away, and I knew that was what would happen if he kissed me.

There was so much heat behind that shit, it would have been easy to go all the way. I pulled away and watched him bite his bottom lip. Shit! I cleared my throat as his eyes narrowed to slits. My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as if he was stroking my pussy. I was so damn hot it felt like sweat was rolling down my skin between my breasts.

I stepped away from him before I couldn’t. As I was about to head to the door, it opened all the way for me to see Jacob’s uncle Storm standing there. “Nigga, you serious as fuck. Mekayla, I hope you ready. You gon’ be that nigga wife.”

Jacob glanced at me and said, “Unc, chill.”

He gave him the cutthroat symbol, but his uncle only frowned. “What? You always talking about her like she was the last woman God made.”

I glanced at Jacob, and his face was red. It was like he didn’t want me to know how deeply he felt for me already. He’d been talking to his uncles about me. I didn’t take offense to that. I knew he was trying to filter them so I wouldn’t feel like we were on the fast track, but if the fast track happened naturally, it wouldn’t bother me.

“I don’t know about all of that just yet, but I do know that I want to see just how far we will go,” I said as Jacob pulled me to him by my waist.

His touch was going to send me over the edge. I loved his touch. It was like the man was touching my soul, my heart, and my pussy all at the same time. It was at that point that I knew he would get away with whatever. He was already somewhat aggressive, but he didn’t even have to be with me. I would give him whatever he wanted simply because of how he made me feel.

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