Jholee & Kiandre, page 8
“Okay, good. Ain’t nobody said shit about it, man. I’ve been asking around, mama. Damn, I been missing your beautiful ass. You want to go get some ice cream or something? Or we can just chill out here. It doesn’t matter.”
Jholee looked up at Major and smiled at him.
“We can go inside.”
Major smiled and followed Jholee inside of her room. He felt like he was making good strides with Jholee because it had been months and she hadn’t ever invited him inside of her room.
Inside of the house, Joe-Lee was pacing the floor in his bedroom while Netta was getting dizzy watching him walk back and forth.
“Joe-Lee, what’s going on?” Netta asked her husband.
She knew that whenever her husband paced the floor, his mind wasn’t on anything but murder. She knew that he was in pain because he hadn’t done therapy in almost a week and a half, trying to save money knowing that he was going to have to make a payment soon on the bill.
“Joe-Lee Marshall!” Netta hissed. “Talk to me.”
“The bill was paid, Net. The whole bill. Conway ain’t paid it. I ain’t no goddamn fool, Net. Jholee done something and that’s why somebody beat her ass. You think she fucking somebody’s husband or something? In the car… she lied to me! Fucking lied to me! My baby girl ain’t never lied to me! And she lied to me right in my goddamn face! I told her that she could tell me anything, baby. Anything. And she still lied,” Joe-Lee vented while continuing to pace the floor.
“Baby, she’s twenty-two. Twenty-two-year-old kids do dumb shit, especially females. Some flashy nigga probably got in her head and that’s what happened, but I am sure she learned her lesson because Jholee can’t fight. Just leave her alone, Joe. At least he saved us a lot of money that we don’t have.”
Joe whipped his head around towards Netta. “Is it all about money with you, huh? I’ve let you get away with your sour ass mouth for the last two years, but I’m drawing the line, Netta.” Joe hobbled over to his wife and got in her face. Netta tried to turn her head, but he gripped her chin as tight as he could, making her stare at him. “I know you still upset about my son having to move here, I get it. I have apologized for that more than one time, Lonetta. I get it, I fucked up by cheating on you and now you can’t get over it. I apologized for that. I’ve said it a million times and my actions show that shit. I fucked up! I got it! I don’t regret my son! My heart has always been with your crazy ass and you know it,” Joe explained to his wife.
Once he let her chin go, she turned away from him. Joe had never explained to his wife how Jr. was made. Every time he tried to explain, she would cover her ears. He sat on the bed next to his wife.
“Look, seventeen years ago, when…” Joe-Lee paused. “You had lost the third child. At some point, I knew you were stressing me to spend more time at home, and I felt like since I wasn’t home enough, you were doing something to get rid of my kids. One night, I was downtown chilling and she walked up on me. I was already faded, and she started touching on me and—”
“You’re still not taking accountability for your actions, Joe-Lee. You’re about to blame the alcohol instead of just saying I wanted to fuck her!” Netta yelled.
“Alright, Netta. I was pissed at you, so I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to hurt you, just like you had hurt me, killing my kids. Afterwards, I felt like shit and—”
“So, that is why you married me?” Netta whispered. “You had gotten her pregnant. You knew how I felt about marriage. You knew I only wanted to get married one time in my life, and I would do whatever I had to do to make a marriage work before I got a divorce. You knew what my parents’ divorce did to me and you manipulated me, Joe-Lee.”
Netta started to cry and it fucked with Joe. His wife barely cried because of her tough exterior.
“No, that’s not why I married—damn, Netta,” Joe said and rubbed his hand through his deep waves. “Look at me.”
“No, Joe. You had a whole mistress. Paying her bills. Missing things that you were supposed to be at because you were with her and your child. You can’t tell me that you only fucked her once and that was it. I don’t want to hear the lies anymore. I’m tired, okay. I’m just tired. The only reason why I haven’t divorced you is because I don’t want the kids to be fucked up like I was fucked up, but when Jaylah gets eighteen, I’m not so sure I’m going to stick around.”
It was like Joe’s heart hit his feet. Netta had been pissed but she had never mentioned divorce before. He didn’t know what he would do without his wife. He wasn’t lying when he said he only fucked her once and made Joe-Lee Jr., but he did get his dick sucked a few times when he would go down there to check on his son. Yeah, he had to pay her bills and shit to keep the shit from his wife, but her being pregnant was not the reason why he married Netta.
“Look at me, Lonetta Marie Marshall,” Joe said.
Netta looked at him with tears pouring down her eyes. Joe gripped her hands and caressed them.
“Baby, I married you because I’m madly and deeply in love with your nut ass. I’ll die for you and my kids, Lonetta. The way you make my heart beat fast and—”
“Joe, I was pregnant. The day I found out that you had a son the same age as our daughter, I was finally pregnant with our son. You never noticed because of how much you were gone and I’m assuming trying to split the time between Jay and JoJo, and your son, you never noticed. While you were in your coma, I lost our son, but then when you got out of your coma, you told me that your son was going to come and live with us. You never once asked how I would feel. Never took my feelings into consideration.”
Joe-Lee sighed. “Wh-wh-what? Why you never said anything to me, Net?”
“What I was supposed to say, Joe? When was I supposed to say it, Joe? You were damn near on your deathbed. I had to take care of you, take care of two teens, and thank God Almighty, Jholee was self-sufficient. She helped me out more than you will ever understand, so…” Netta paused and stood up over Joe. “If my daughter made a mistake with a man and he wants to pay her bill because of the mistake, then let it be, and leave my daughter the fuck alone!”
Netta walked out of the room and slammed the door, leaving Joe-Lee sitting on the bed with his head resting in her hands. Sometimes, when they argued they forgot that Jholee was only a wall over in the garage and could hear everything through the paper-thin walls. Major was looking at Jholee’s face searching for answers to the questions that he didn’t ask.
“This is why I don’t invite you in,” Jholee whispered.
Major continued to stare at Jholee. He wondered if what her father and mother were saying was true. Was that the reason she didn’t want to fuck with him like that? Would she rather be a rich nigga’s side piece?
“JoJo, are you fucking with someone else?” Major asked her.
“No.”
“Well, what’s stopping you from being with me? Tell me the truth. I can handle it.”
Before she started to speak, her phone vibrated against the nightstand. She was lucky that Major was sitting on the other side of the bed.
Dre: I wanna see you. I’m not taking no for an answer. Tell Major to come move his shit before I move it.
Jholee felt her throat start to clog up. TK had to be lying because there was no way that he could have gotten through the gate and was outside of her house.
“Jholee, you don’t hear me talking to you? Why can’t we be together?”
“Um, we can… we can be together, but I feel like a headache is coming on, so I want to get some rest. I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise, and we can talk more about it.”
“I can massage your temples or something.”
“No, I need my meds. Can I call you tomorrow, Major?”
Major eyed her for a second before saying, “Yeah, baby.”
“I’ll walk you out.”
Jholee stood up and put on her shoes. Major wrapped his arm around her neck when they made it outside. When they made it to his car, she looked both ways and saw TK’s black Audi sitting in front of the neighbor’s yard. Her heart started beating fast as hell because she couldn’t believe that she was on the verge of getting caught up. Caught up by a man that wasn’t even hers.
“Call me when you start feeling better,” Major said and placed a kiss on her forehead and on her temple before getting in his car and driving away. She watched him until he turned the corner. TK eased his foot off the brake and let the car roll towards Jholee until the bumper touched her leg, making her jump back.
“Are you crazy!?” Jholee yelled with her arms stretched out.
TK let the window down. “Aye, get your dramatic ass in here. I should have hit you harder than that.”
Jholee stomped around to the passenger side door, got in, and slammed it, making TK look over at her like she had shit on her face.
“You had of broken my glass, I would have beat your ass, ma.”
“Great, both you and your girlfriend are abusive. What do you want, TK?” Jholee hissed.
“I just—”
“I told you not to fucking pay my medical bill. Now my mom and dad think I’m fucking with a married man and his wife is the one who beat my ass. Well, that theory is not too far-fetched, but—”
“When did you start cursing? I just wanted to see you, Jo. I wanted to make sure everything was good between us.”
“Nah. I’m cool on you. Me and Major—how did you know that Major was in my house? Who you been talking to about my—oh my God, don’t be discussing my business with your side piece. Bye.”
Jholee put her hand on the door handle and was getting ready to pull it, but TK locked the door. TK grabbed Jholee by her collar and pulled her over on his lap. He put the car in drive and let his foot off brake, and the car started moving.
“Are you crazy, TK! You can’t even see!” Jholee yelled as she grabbed the wheel and started steering.
“I know. You better not wreck my shit either.”
“Where are we going?”
“To the park at the front.”
“Oh my gosh! A stop sign is coming up! Put ya foot on the brake, TK!”
“My car is going five miles per hour, ma.”
Jholee continued to guide them to the park while TK used his foot for the brake and gas. Jholee turned into the parking lot of the park and backed into the last parking space. The sun was continuously going down, so no one was at the park, and they had the whole parking lot to themselves. TK scooted his seat back, making Jholee fall back against his chest. When Jholee tried to move out of his lap, he wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her in the same spot. When Jholee realized that TK wasn’t going to let up, she stopped trying to move. TK ran his nose through her hair, and it smelled good.
“How you feeling ma?”
“I feel fine.”
“Yeah?” TK asked and started rubbing his hands up and down her thighs, making Jholee close her eyes and lay her head back on his shoulder.
She remembered the feeling that TK gave her when he touched her. She hated that the hairs on her body stood up when he touched her. TK wanted to stay away from her, but he couldn’t. He was happy that she had on a pair of leggings to make her pussy easy to get to. TK’s face was so close to hers that she could hear her slow and deliberate breaths. TK knew that she was getting turned on and his dick was getting hard.
When TK gripped the waist band of her leggings, Jholee put her hands on top of his, stopping him from pulling her leggings down.
“TK. You are dealing with my—”
“Sssshhhhh,” TK lowly shushed her as he hooked his thumbs inside of leggings.
“This is not—”
“Sssshhhhh, let me.”
“I need you to stop—”
“I will—”
“Thank—”
“—stop dealing with your friend,” TK finished his sentence.
He pulled her leggings down over her ass and then off. It was perfect that she didn’t have on any panties. TK could smell her essence and he was ready to taste her. TK pushed a button on his radio and a blue light lit up the car. She had her legs closed, so TK started rubbing his hands up and down both of her thighs before eventually slowly pulling her legs apart and resting her right leg on the passenger side seat and resting the other leg on his left leg. Using the pad of his middle finger, TK started to toy with her hardened clit.
“Mmmm,” Jholee moaned.
“Yeah? You like that?”
Jholee nodded her head in response.
“I can’t hear you baby.”
“Yes, TK. Gosh.”
Jholee was extremely wet and was embarrassed at how she was leaking on TK’s jeans. TK ran his middle finger down her soaking wet slit before sliding his finger inside of her, making her gasp. TK knew how to make all her morals and values disappear because here she was getting her womanly cave toyed with for the second time by the man that was having sex with someone she considered a best friend. TK started to finger fuck her a little faster.
“Oh my God,” Jholee whispered.
She wanted to stop, but she couldn’t. There it was again. That feeling. That butterfly feeling in her stomach that TK gave her when his finger was inside of her. Through her back, she could feel TK’s heart beating at a rapid pace.
“You get so damn wet, lil’ mama,” TK whispered.
Jholee’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. Nothing could be heard but Jholee’s sopping wet hole, and both TK and Jholee’s low groans of pleasure. TK could get off on knowing that he was pleasing Jo.
“Oooo…” Jo groaned.
“Yeah, I feel you, mama. Keep giving it to me. You’re so warm and tight shorty,” TK whispered.
Jholee felt as if her floodgates had opened as TK whispered in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. TK ran his tongue up and down her ear before sticking his tongue in it. JoJo wondered how he could multitask like that.
“Kiandreeee!” Jholee cried out before releasing on his finger.
The tears built up in her eyes and started sliding down the sides of her face. Not only did TK not stop finger fucking her, he also eased his index finger inside of her, while thumbing her clit.
“I can’t—”
“Yes. Yes, you can beautiful. You’re a big girl, right?”
“Mmmhm-huh.”
“I know you are.”
Jholee gripped his hand, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he sped up. The grip he had on her waist kept her in the same spot while he finger fucked her. TK could feel her wetness through his jeans, and he was loving every moment of it. TK was taking her there and he knew it. He was enjoying getting to know her body. She was all the way gone and the tears flowing down the side of Jholee’s face onto his told him everything he already knew.
“Baby give me another one. Why you playing? You’re going to make me beg you? Kiandre don’t like to beg, Jholee,” TK whispered in her ear, before taking her earlobe in between his teeth again.
“Oh my God, pleaseee,” Jholee pleaded as TK brought her to another release.
TK eased his fingers out of Jo and put them in his mouth, and much like the first time, she tasted very fresh. In the middle of Jholee trying to catch her breath, TK’s phone started vibrating in the cup holder. Her eyes opened, and she saw ‘R’ rolling across the top of the phone and she was brought back to reality swiftly.
“This is not right, TK. You are messing with my friend.”
Jholee grabbed her leggings and started putting them back on while TK grabbed his phone, picked it up, and put it on speakerphone.
“Yo,” TK answered.
He grabbed Jholee’s leggings before she could put them all the way back on and took them right back off. She tried to fight to get them back until TK’s eyebrows raised, making her stop. TK had such a baby face, but the looks he gave could be very intimidating. Jholee didn’t want to take any chances.
“Baby, where are you?” Riley whined into the phone.
Oh my gosh! They are serious, Jholee thought to herself.
“Chill with that. I’m out of pocket. But look… we got to chill, aight,” TK said into the phone, while looking dead in Jholee’s eyes.
When TK smiled, Jholee blushed when she saw her favorite part of him: his fold fangs.
“What that mean, TK?”
“That mean I’m kind of fucking with someone right now and we got to chill.”
“Nigga, please. You ain’t the only nigga I was fucking anyway. And your dick is trash as fuck,” Riley hissed into the phone before hanging up the phone.
“See… done,” TK said as if that would fix everything.
“You shouldn’t have done that, TK. We can’t deal with each other anymore. It’s wrong to deal with a man after my friend has—”
“Bullshit!
“—and I’m thinking about getting into a relationship with Major. He doesn’t have a violent girlfriend and has never messed with a friend of mine. I’m sorry. Thank you for two good nights, though. My dad already thinks that I’m messing with a married man, and I’m just—”
“Bullshit! JoJo.”
“Can you take me back home, please?”
“Oh, I get it. You think I’m like your father, right? Because he was a piece of shit to your mother, you think I’ll be a piece of shit to you, right? Is that what it is?”
Jholee’s father was a weak spot of hers and everyone who knew her personally knew that. She was getting angry because she could feel her cheeks start to get warm. She tried to grab her leggings from him, but he snatched them back.
“Answer my fucking—”
“Yes. You’ve already been a piece of shit to me in a handful of ways and I’ve barely known you a month, Kiandre. You lied about your name. Lied about having a girlfriend. You’re having sex with my friend. You’ve been a bad person to me since day one!”
“What the fuck? You talking shit about me, but you look at you, ma. Riley your friend and you sitting on my lap. Major supposed to be your nigga, but you sitting on my lap, and—”
“You put me here!”
“—Major works for me. What’s the deal? You don’t give a fuck just like I don’t. You trying so hard to not be like your daddy and his scheming ways, but in reality, you…are… just… like… him.”
