Page 36 of Where Is the Love
I was glad she remembered not to scream. While her screams were sexy as fuck, I didn’t need my mama waking up and getting all in our business. I smacked her ass, indicating that I was ready to taste all that shit she had to offer. Right after, the wetness that ensued nearly took me out the game. I could barely breathe because that shit had covered me. I couldn’t swallow fast enough, and it was threatening to go up my nose.
I had to pull away and allow her to leak down my chin. Her flavor was dripping from my beard. I yanked her ass down right on my dick. There was no give on this floor so she felt every bit of me. Her nails sank into my arms as I stared at her. My natural bags under my eyes seemed heavier, like they were weighed with passion and anticipation of what she would do to me.
Her mouth formed an ‘O’ and she began slightly bouncing on it. “Oh fuck,” I said quietly.
Jessica’s head dropped back, and I swore she fucked the life out of my shit. Her bounce jerked my dick around like he was a lightweight and was teaching him to fuck with somebody safe next time. But shit, I didn’t wanna play it safe. Risk had to be my middle name, and I stayed getting singed by the fire it brought. Jessica was lethal. She was killing my shit in every stroke, and she didn’t give a fuck. She was concentrating hard too, because she never made a sound.
I had to move her though, because I was about to nut already. I helped her up, then stood and pushed her to the bed. She lay on her stomach and tooted her ass up, so I got behind her and prepared to fall in love with everything her pussy had to give me. Her ass jiggled as soon as I entered her, and my dick twitched in excitement while inside of her. I thought I was in the position of power and would show her some shit, but when she started twerking on me, I quickly realized that my assumption was wrong as fuck.
Watching her pussy grip me and leave evidence of its work all over my dick proved to me that I hadn’t had sex until meeting her. This was what this shit was supposed to feel and look like. My dick was supposed to look a different color because of all the creamy shit leaking out of her. It was supposed to be shiny and wet as fuck like I’d dipped him in donut glaze. That also let me know just how much she loved sex with me. I turned her on so much she couldn’t contain herself.
“Briiix, oh my God!”
She had gotten loud. I shoved her head to the bed to muffle her moans and wore her pussy out, taking control of the situation, letting her know that just because I was allowing her to run shit didn’t mean I was incapable. “Ahh fuck! Jess, I’m about to nut.”
Within three strokes, I fired off, and I couldn’t even keep my damn balance. I fell on top of her as my dick spasmed within her walls. “Damn, Jess, I love you. I fucking love you so much, baby.”
* * *
When the doorbell rang,I left the kitchen as I watched my mama take her roaster pan out of the oven. While we were cordial, I was still somewhat pissed about the position they’d put me in. I’d talked to my sister earlier today, right after Jess left, telling her what was going on. She was in shock and really didn’t have much to say. I knew exactly how she felt. The two of us had learned how to budget our money, and I wanted to say that it was because neither of us wanted to be broke like them.
After our phone call, I’d piddled around the house, thinking about how much I enjoyed Jess being here. I was more than sure my mama had heard us at some point, but she hadn’t said a word about it. Jess and I had gone two more rounds before we passed out, soaked in her juices. We woke up sticky and still horny. We got it in once more, took a shower together, and got dressed. She left shortly after, although I’d asked her to stay for breakfast. She said her mother had texted to ask her to keep her little brother since her grandmother wasn’t feeling well.
So all day, my mind had been on how I told her I loved her. She never responded to me or asked any questions about it. I was so in love with that woman I didn’t know if I was coming or going. She had me by the balls without giving me any assurances that we would be together. I had to be a fool.
When I got to the door and checked the peephole, I was surprised to see Jessica’s uncle W.J. Henderson standing there. Once I opened it, he smiled. That was when I noticed all the Henderson siblings and a couple more were standing outside with him. There were like twelve of them. That shit made me nervous for some reason, because I didn’t have a clue of why they were here.
“Hey, Mr. Lewis. I think you know who I am, but I’ll introduce myself anyway. I’m Wesley Henderson, Junior, and these are my siblings, Jenahra, Chrissy, Kenny, Storm, Jasper, Tiffany, and Marcus. I think you also know my nephew, Jakari. That’s my sister-in-law, Chasity. She also runs our business office. That’s Philly. He works in the business with Jakari on marketing, financials, and whatnot. I’m sure you know my daughter, Nesha.”
I nodded at her and Jakari. “Well, I’m Brixton, but everyone calls me Brix. Mr. Lewis died last year.” Only my employees called me Mr. Lewis. As of right now, I didn’t have any employees anymore. “Would y’all like to come in?”
“Please?”
I stepped aside and invited all of them inside as my mama stared, her eyes stretched open as widely as they could be. That let me know that she didn’t have a clue as to why they were here either. I wanted to shoot Jessica a message to see what was going on, but I’d left my phone on my dresser. Once I closed the door and turned to them, I said, “This is my mother, Helen Lewis.”
Everyone spoke to her, and she spoke back then turned to tend to her food before she burned the house down. After she turned the fire off, she turned back to us as I walked over and stood next to her, waiting to see what this was about. W.J. looked around at his siblings, and everyone smiled, even mean ass Storm.
“Yesterday morning, I had words with Mr. Jeffcoat. He was telling me that he was about to own these twenty acres if a debt wasn’t paid. That didn’t sit right with me. So I had Philly look into some things, and I saw that there are back taxes on the property as well. I called a meeting with the family that’s present, yesterday evening.”
I frowned. I was upset that Mr. Jeffcoat was running his mouth about our private affairs, but there was nothing I could do about it. The affluent bragged and shared their business dealings amongst each other all the time. I wasn’t sure if that was how the Hendersons rolled, but I knew the white folks around here did that shit, especially if they were acquiring something from someone that was black.
“In the meeting, we talked about what we could do to help the situation. I hate to see our people struggling. Believe it or not, I’ve been there. Not knowing where the next meal would come from was hard as hell, especially when you have kids to tend to. I’m not faulting you, Mrs. Lewis, for doing what you had to do to survive. Since we are in a position to help, I knew I didn’t want to see him take your land from you. Plus, I know you’re interested in my niece.”
Oh shit.Did Jess say something to him about my dilemma? I could feel my anger rising inside as I listened to him talk about how they dug into my financials and saw I was having a hard time with the gym and that I had no revenue. I was about to boil over and strike out. My financials were my fucking business. I told Jess that shit in confidence. I stopped dead in my pursuit of words to say when he said, “We took care of everything.”
“What?” I asked, confused as hell.
“The family agreed that we should take care of it. We paid Mr. Jeffcoat yesterday evening and took care of the back taxes this morning. Your property is free and clear. It’s up to you to keep the taxes up. We see you’re a businessman, so we know you’ll find a way to generate revenue. If you need help getting off the ground with whatever you decide to do, we’re here to help.”
My mama burst into tears, and Mrs. Jenahra went to her and hugged her as she winked at me. That wink really put me on edge. I turned back to W.J., and said, “Mr. Henderson, I appreciate your generosity, but I don’t understand. Will you have a stake in our property? If something were to happen to my mama, will the Hendersons own this property? I’m just confused as to why you would put out so much money for someone if you have nothing to gain from the situation.”
“Shiiid, I wondered the same thing,” Storm said as Jasper nudged him.
W.J. frowned as he stared at me. “Do you believe in blessings? Reaping what you sew? Any of that shit? We did this to help you. We will get our blessings on the other end. The black community of Nome is struggling. People are moving out to more affordable places. That’s why Nesha wanted to build the community. We are about helping our people succeed, because the white man surely ain’t gon’ do it.”
I nodded. “Thank you. I really don’t know what else to say.”
Truth was, I was still struggling with accepting the help. I felt like Jessica had probably had a hand in this, and I didn’t like that. I told her that I wasn’t asking for help.