My back was against the sofa about five seconds later, with him unfastening my jeans and helping me out of them. I was already out of my shirt and it was across the room.
“Why are these jeans so fucking tight, Selah?” he complained as he wrestled them down my body.
“They’re not tight,” I argued back, watching him snatch them off my body and toss them. He was between my legs quickly, pulling me to the end of the couch before he picked me up.
We were in my bedroom not a second later, him lying me down on the made up bed and forcing his pants down.
“You don’t leave me no more, Selah,” he said the moment he snaked his thickness into my center.
“Hmm.”
“You heard me.” He pulled back then drew forward roughly, his massive hand holding me in place so I couldn’t run if I wanted to.Shit, I was stuck.
My chest felt like it was caving in the best fucking way possible, then, as if he read my mind, he leaned down and licked my chest, setting my skin ablaze.
“Please,” I begged as he fucked his statement into me, like he needed me to feel it, and oh god I did.
“Please what? Tell me you ain’t going nowhere, Selah,” he demanded, pulling back then thrusting into me again.
I was so wet, so fucking wet I could hear it… us.
I must have been quiet for too long because he pulled back and paused, the look in his eyes almost animalistic when he rammed himself back into me, trapping my arm between his legs for more access.
“Indi,” I cried, feeling that access. Fuck, the pressure began to build as he went back to work, sure to hit everything on the way in and out every single time. This was different, he was heavier, teaching me a lesson.
Before I knew it, I was breathing so hard, my chest had to be caving, and I was cumming in the midst of promising him I wasn’t going anywhere.
Shit, if this nigga needed a blood oath he could get that.
“Don’t fall asleep. Get on up and pack. We got a flight in the morning and dinner with your people tonight.” His voice had me opening my eyes and looking at him. He stood in the doorway of my bedroom shirtless with his jeans riding dangerously low on his waist.
I smiled lazily, making no effort to get up. “I forgot about that.”
“Sure you did. Threw a fucking tantrum and had me follow you over here. When Jordyn and Journee call on some cursing me out shit, I’m handing the phone to you.”
“I didn’t have you follow me. I left.”
“And I said what I said. Now get your ass dressed and packed so we can get out of here.”
“You said that already,” I responded with defiance living in my tone.
“And I fucking meant it.” He left the doorway of my room, going toward the kitchen.
After a deep exhale, I made myself sit up. I scooted to the edge of the bed when there was a knock at my door then I heard it open.
“Yo, Indi. Y’all might wanna hurry up. About three motherfuckers with cameras done pulled up asking about Ms. Baker Lady.”
My eyes ballooned, because that was strange, but also on brand for Nathanial. He’d seen me with Indiri, so why in the hell should I be shocked that people had pulled up outside with cameras?He was such a bitch!
“Doyou think I need to be more active on my social media?” I asked Indiri as we sat in the back seat while Bigs drove to mysister’s house. I’d badly wanted to cancel and tell her another time.
“Do you want to be?”
“Yeah, but I don’t like people in my business or commenting on things they don’t know about.”
“That’s gonna happen regardless. Shit, especially since there’s a lot of motherfuckers in this world who don’t go outside and touch grass too often.”
I shook my head. “I just can’t believe they were at my house,” I said aloud, thinking back to the amount of cameras and people yelling crazy questions when we were leaving . It only took me five minutes to pack after Bigs announced there were three, but somehow it had been a swarm of people with cameras when we left.
