Page 49 of Make Me Remember

As they left, I could see Jess take a deep breath. I glanced at her and smiled as I watched her scramble eggs then led our attorneys to the door. “I really appreciate y’all. Thank y’all for doing everything in your power for my sister. She’s one of my first loves, and I would hate to see her locked up… her or Aunt Tiffany.”

They both nodded. “We got y’all, man. If we can find a way out, you best believe we gon’ take it… even if Missus Taylor knows nothing about it,” he said as she rolled her eyes.

I already knew that, somehow, they’d hacked into that judge’s computer to get that evidence. I wondered how they ended up disclosing their findings. No one in the Henderson family would probably ever know the answer to that, but it didn’t matter as long as we were in the clear. I was sure the judge would much rather his family’s name get tarnished versus him being disbarred. White people did that shit all the time back in the day. I was pretty sure if every black person traced their ancestry, they would find a white man in it.

White people nearly lost their damn minds when they publicized Thomas Jefferson’s black family. With as fair complexion as most of the Hendersons were, we probably didn’t escape the commonality with other black folks. My grandfather practically looked white in those old pictures of him. He had curly hair and narrow lips. That was why Uncle Marcus was so damn bright. His mother was of mixed heritage, Hispanic and black, but she was darker than Grandpa.

As I watched them get into their cars, I felt arms slide around my waist. I already knew they were Mekayla’s. Maui had bought her some vanilla bodywash, and I could still smell it on her. I turned around with a smile on my lips. “Good morning, baby,” I said as I faced her.

“Good morning.”

“Sorry if we woke you up. I was trying to be quiet.”

“No, it wasn’t you. I could hear something going on outside. When I looked out the window, I saw…”

She lowered her head as I smiled. Ace and Kingsley were probably already here doing what I asked of them. I lifted her head and stared into her glossy eyes. “You saw what?”

“A bounce house, a Slip ’N Slide, and a sprinkler system being set up. That’s so sweet of you to do that for LaTee.”

I smiled at her. She missed it completely. Her attention was always so focused on LaTee, she couldn’t even see the obvious. “Baby, I love LaTee, and I would do anything to make her happy, but I didn’t do that for her. I did that for you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You said as a kid, you should have been running around outside playing in the water sprinklers, sliding on a Slip ’N Slide. Well, my cousins are coming back today, and we’re all gonna have fun. Rylan went to Beaumont to get the big water slide. So invite your siblings and their families. We gon’ barbecue some links and have a good time.”

She stared at me in disbelief. Her face was flinching slightly, like she was trying to hold in her emotions. Without saying a word, she grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway. After peeking in on LaTee, she kept walking to the room I’d slept in. The minute she closed the door, she locked it and pulled her night shirt over her head.

I licked my lips as I stared at her breasts. My dick went from zero to ten in two point five seconds. It didn’t take long for that shit to start throbbing. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts as Mekayla took off her panties. Grabbing her arm, I practically yanked her ass to me and lifted her in the air. Her legs wrapped around me, and her pussy slid down my dick with haste.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” I said. “Damn, you feel good, baby.”

I walked to the wall and began stroking her like it had been months since I’d felt her. I’d been fiending big time, that was for sure. The tears slid down her cheeks as she said, “I love you, Jacob.”

“I love you too.”

“You… take care of my soul, baby.”

She began rolling her hips against me, and I couldn’t help but still my movements to watch her handle business. I gripped her ass and watched her lil ass fuck my world up. I leaned over and pulled her nipple into my mouth as I listened to her soft moans. When I felt the liquid dripping down my legs, I released her nipple to see the action.

She was so damn wet. I thought she’d squirted, but she hadn’t. I began slow stroking her, meeting her down stroke with force. “Jacob!” she whispered harshly.

Right after, her body spasmed, and she creamed on my dick. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them then began flicking her clit back and forth. As I did, she started squirting. “Mm hmm. Give me that shit, Mekayla. Fuck.”

Her whimpers were so damn sexy. They were only turning me on more as I filled her repeatedly. Watching her pussy drown me didn’t help matters. I could barely contain myself. I leaned over and asked her, “If I fuck you, will you be able to keep your filthy ass mouth shut?”

Her eyes opened, and just as she was about to respond, her pussy gripped her by the neck and had her convulsing all over my dick. At this point, I didn’t give a fuck about her being able to be quiet or not. I lifted her legs and pressed them to her body and fucked the shit out of her. I kissed her lips as I took her breath away with every thrust. I could feel my nut rising, so I slowed down and stroked her until I could no longer hold it and came all over the outside of her pussy.

I was panting uncontrollably for a moment, but I was able to get it under control. I felt slightly winded, but I knew it was because I was trying to be big Willy and pick her up, knowing that my ribs were still healing. While I was on the downside of the healing curve, I wasn’t quite there yet. I was still a little fragile. Plus, my knee was screaming. That was what I got for doing too much.

I lowered my head to hers, and she brought her hands to my face. “I love you so much. What you did for me today proves how much you love me. You listen to my complaints, my sadness, and all the fucked-up shit I went through. This is overwhelming.” She slowly shook her head. “Not to mention the way you put yourself last when it comes to me.”

She wiggled out of my arms and slid down, placing her hand on my chest and gently rubbed my rib. She kissed it and said, “As good as that was, we can’t do that shit again until you’re better. Okay?”

She lifted her eyes to mine, and I nodded. I kissed her lips and led her to the en suite bathroom to get cleaned up. After wetting the towel and putting a little mild soap on it, I turned to her and began cleaning her up while staring into her eyes. Her head dropped back some because I was intentionally applying a little pressure to her clit. Seeing the satisfaction in her eyes gave me gratification. She needed me as much as I needed her.

“Mama! Where are you?” LaTee yelled.

That snapped both of us out of the haze we were in, and she giggled as I smiled at her. She grabbed the towel from me and quickly cleaned up so she could go check on baby girl. I smacked her ass as she turned to walk away and watched that shit jiggle. But then she had the fucking audacity to bend over and make that shit clap for me. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it, watching precum leave it. “Fuck what we can’t do again. I’m gon’ fuck you up next time.”

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