Page 50 of Welcome to the Table
We went in opposite directions. I went to the stairs and that nigga left the kitchen. That was all I needed him to do. I walked up the steps slowly because I didn’t know if I could handle being in the same space with Jaci too long. It was okay when the family was around. Only I knew how I felt about her. Thank God she didn’t know. She probably looked at me as a big brother because I did have a few years on her, but not enough to look like a pedo.
I made my way to the top of the stairs and down the hallway to her room. Before I got to her cracked door, I heard her voice. I took a chance, not knowing if she was fully dressed or not. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but I knew she was probably on the phone. When I got to her door, I pushed it open a little, and my dick got hard as fuck.
Jaci was standing in her full length mirror, pulling her long hair into a ponytail. She was standing there in her pink bra and panty set. She didn’t see me at first. I pushed the door open, and she looked at me through the mirror, flashing a knowing smile. Jaci was so fucking beautiful. Her body was perfect. Thick thighs that would save my life, skin looked so fucking soft, blemish-free face. Her button nose and 5’5” stature would make any nigga weak in the knees. I looked at her bed and saw that she had her jean mini skirt with her matching a pink crop top and sandals laid out.
“You know Hellcat ain’t gon’ let you wear that shit to the mall,” I told her, and she laughed.
“My brother can’t tell me what to wear, but what about you? What you gotta say about what I’m wearing? You like it?” she asked me.
I thought I was tripping. I shook my head and ran my hand through my dreads. She was fucking me up.
“You wear what you wanna wear, Jaci. I ain’t got no say so in that,” I told her, and she batted her lashes at me.
She was blushing, and that shit was making my heart beat wild as fuck. I couldn’t take it. I had to get away from her before I fucked around and had her lil ass bent over.
“But you do and don’t even know it.” She winked her left eye at me, and it was my turn to blush.
I didn’t know if she was playing, but if she was, she was playing with fire. I watched her slide into her skirt and sit at her vanity. She used a comb to part her hair and some curler-looking shit to curl it. I watched like my favorite movie was on. Low music played in the background as she twerked in her seat while doing her hair. I noticed that she didn’t put any makeup on.
“Oh, that’s my shit.” She seductively stood and turned the radio volume up, then went back to sit and finish her hair.
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I walked further into the room because I wanted to see all of her. She was everything I wanted in a woman, but she had some growing to do. Her time in New York wasn’t enough. She was walking in dangerous territory, and I knew I was, too, but I had self-control. Fucking with me, she would have to choose between her family and me. If I acted on my feelings, the whole world was gon’ shake.
Jaci turned to me, eyes searching my soul. I knew I should have turned and walked out of the room, but my feet were cemented to the floor. Numb. Curious. Tempted. Willing to stay and see what she had up her sleeve. I should have stopped her thick ass before she even stood up, but I didn’t want to. Something in my gut and curiosity got the best of me. Deepdown in my bones, I knew I wanted her, and this little cat-and-mouse game that she was playing was going to get both of us burned. She was like a fucking need that I just couldn’t shake, and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to fuck around and find out or play Russian roulette with my life or hers fucking with her brothers.
“Yeah, I love me a tall ass hood nigga, long dreads, thick dick, know how to think, drug dealing ass nigga, but also a healer. He and my brother were best friends, but I don’t give a fuck cuz I still want him. They both bad and both some killas.” She was fucking up Glorilla’s lyrics, but I didn’t give a fuck because her rapping voice had me hypnotized.
I never knew she had it in her. She was always the princess who used proper English and never got into the business unless necessary. That shit was sexy. She rapped the lyrics as she made her way closer to me, walking seductively. She continued to rap as she stood in front of me and turned her back. I hovered over her as she moved her hips like a snake against me, and I knew she felt my dick brick up. Her hips moved seductively to the beat, and all I could do was stand there and let her do her thing.
“Loooovvvee, never knew what I was missing,” she continued to sing.
Jaci grabbed my hand, wrapping it around the front of her throat. She turned around with my hand still in its place and her ass poked out and started to grind on me, driving me crazy. Jaci wasn’t playing fair, and I was taking that ride with her. She was playing, but I was ready to fuck her soul out of her body.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me, damn near inside my skin. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Where the fuck is all this coming from? You are dancing on a nigga and shit. You must be trying to get fucked, huh?” I licked inside her ear, and she shivered.
My mouth lingered on her cheek, and I felt her smile, but her body tensed. I backed away from her while I had self-control. She felt the cool air that lingered from our bodies separating and turned to face me.
“You think I don’t know that you been watching me in New York this entire time? I have had a crush on yo’ ass since middle school, but I knew you and Hellcat’s bond wouldn’t allow it,” she told me, but my face remained stoic. I wasn’t admitting to shit.
“What changed between then and now?” I licked my lips, looking at her.
“Age and time, unless you scared of my brother. I’m a grown ass woman and can fuck whoever I want to,” she said with her hand on her hip.
“So, why not fuck with one of those Wall Street niggas?” I asked her with a smirk.
“Because I was waiting for you. I don’t want to share that experience with nobody but you, Grove, and you know that.”
I was fucked up when she said that. She was a fucking virgin. I couldn’t do that because I knew I would break her.
“You ain’t got yo’ cherry popped yet?” I had to ask for confirmation.
“Didn’t you just hear me say that I was waiting for you, but I know you scared of Hellcat. I know one thing, outside of Athena, I am both my brothers’ weaknesses,” she said, and I knew it was the truth.
I walked back into her personal space and grabbed her chin.
“Let’s get some shit straight. I don’t fear nobody. There is a big difference between fear and respect. My loyalty is to this family, and I will not fuck that up. Hellcat fucks with me the long way, as I do him, and I’m not about to fuck that up,” I said.
I picked her shirt up off the bed and handed it to her, but she wouldn’t take it. I chuckled because she was a fireball just like her brother.
