Twelve
Doesn’t hurt too much, but I have to pee again, was my first thought upon waking up. I looked around, but Jameson wasn’t there. Jiji, however, was sitting at the desk with a laptop in front of her, hammering away at the keyboard. She didn’t hear me moving because she had her earbuds in. She was bopping along to the music.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, happy that I didn’t feel dizzy or lightheaded. Putting my feet on the floor and standing up, I felt secure, so I walked over and tapped Jiji on the shoulder.
She screamed, jumping up from her chair, almost knocking the laptop off the desk. “God fucking damn it, Tish, warn a girl before you scare 10 years off her life!” Jiji was standing with her hip against the desk, her hands hovering over her heaving chest.
The door banged inward. Breech came running into the room. “What the ever-loving fuck is going on?” He was half dressed, no shirt or shoes and he smelled fresh from the shower. He quickly searched the room for trouble. Seeing none, he stopped in front of Jiji. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the rapid rise and fall of her chest. “Why did you scream?”
“It was me, Breech,” I said. “She had her earbuds in, didn’t hear me come up behind her.”
He reached out to Jiji but she flinched away. Slowly he let his hand drop. Turning towards the door, he spoke to both of us, “You’re safe here, but if you need anything just call one of us.” The door shut quietly behind him.
“I’m sorry, Tish, I didn’t know you were awake,” Jiji said, watching the closed door. She shook herself like a wet dog. We laughed at her clowning.
“Don’t make me laugh, I gotta pee so bad.” I moved into the bathroom with her laughter following me. I used the toilet and was washing my hands in the sink when I heard Jiji come through the door, sitting on the closed seat while she talked.
“I never did thank you, Tish. I’d be dead if you hadn’t come in when you did. Aden would have killed me too!”
“Too? What do you mean too?”
Tears filled her eyes. “Jameson didn’t tell you? Aden killed her, Tish; Mom’s dead.”
I walked over to Jiji and we clung to each other tightly. “I love you, baby girl. I have from the minute you walked up to me in school; you’re my best friend. I would do anything in this world to help you and keep you safe. I’m so sorry about your mom.”
I felt the sobs that wracked her body. I rocked her ‘til the tremors stopped, murmuring nothing words and just holding her while she cried.
She smiled through her tears. “You nailed Aden, though, girlfriend. You gotta teach me that move.”
She squeezed me hard, then she let go, wiped her eyes, and blew her nose. Getting up, she turned on the water at the sink and washed her face.
I could hear someone knocking on the bedroom door. “Come in,” I called out, walking out of the bathroom.
It was Boomer coming to check up on us. “Good to see you standing, Tish. How’s your face and side feel? Any pain anywhere else?”
“My side is pretty colorful and it aches but I’m not in much pain,” I replied.
“How about your arm?”
“The cast on my arm is helping but I can feel it throb from time to time. I know my face looks like shit, but I can open my eye now. My lip has begun to heal without breaking open and dripping blood when I talk or laugh.”
As I said all this, he guided me to the chair by the desk and was taking inventory of my injuries. He had just lifted my shirt to get a look at my side when Jameson opened the door.
His face filled with fury; he snatched Boomer away and let my shirt fall. “What the fuck, man,” he yelled.
Boomer held both hands up. “Chill, bro, I’m just checking her injuries.”
Jameson blew out a breath. “Sorry, man; no harm no foul.”
Jiji came out of the bathroom, smirking at Jameson. “Big brothers got it bad,” she said as she passed. I wanted to wring her neck but she smirked at me too.
She packed up her laptop, heading out the door. “I’ll be downstairs doing my online homework,” she said as she left the room.”
Boomer said, “I’ll check you out downstairs, Jiji, once I finish up with Tish.”
“Okay, Boomer, see you down there,” she replied.
Boomer looked at me. “How you doing on pain meds, Tish?”
I frowned. “I don’t like taking them, Boomer. They make me loopy, and I hate that feeling.”
“I know, Tish, but until you’re fully healed, take them when you need them. In between, take the ibuprofen.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I huffed.
Jameson stepped forward, holding out his hand. “Thanks, Boomer. I appreciate what you’ve done for both my girls.”
Boomer shook his hand and slapped him on the back in that man hug thing. “No worries, Fighter, it’s all good!” He winked at me. “Laters, babe.”
I laughed at the 50 Shades reference, making Jameson scowl.
“Hey, babe,” he said softly, coming to me and leaning down to kiss me. My messed-up lip stopped him from really kissing me, but then I remembered the blonde from this morning and pushed him away.
“Don’t you hey, babe me, Jameson Wilks. I saw you with that skanky blonde this morning, go find her and fuckin’ leave me alone,” I threw at him, crossing my arms over my chest and giving him my back.
Smiling, he spun me around, he moved forward while I stepped back; he stalked me ‘til my ass came up against the desk. “You got some fire in you, huh, Tish! I like it. But let’s get a few things straight. First off, her name is Sonya and she’s not a skank. Yeah, I was fuckin’ her but that was before you came with Jiji. Since you’ve been here my dick hasn’t been anywhere near her or any of the other club girls for that matter. I’m no saint, but I know what I want, and I want you, Tish.” He was flush against me now. I could feel his cock getting hard against my stomach.
I looked up into his eyes, pressing my good hand to his chest to keep some space between us. “Jameson, I don’t want to be just another notch in your bedpost! I’ve known you for years, I’ve watched you go through women like I go through books. Admit it, you’re a player. Women are drawn to you like bees to honey. I’ve got eyes, I can see.”
“Babe, I’m not gonna deny that I’ve had women. Men in uniform drew willing ladies wherever we went. Being in the club easily makes pussy available. They line up around the block to come to our parties for their chance to get with a biker. I’m not sure what it is about you, Tish, but I have zero desire to be with any of them. This is a new feeling for me; I want to see where it goes.” He threaded his hand through my hair, rubbing my scalp with his fingers. His eyes were full of longing and maybe a little fear of my answer.
I didn’t want to give in; he had to know I wasn’t a pushover. “Jameson, I don’t know what this is between us, either. Frankly, it scares me a little how fast we are going.” Pacing away from him, I rubbed my hands up my arms, hugging myself. Coming to a decision, I turned to him. “I’m willing to give whatever this is a shot, but I’m telling you now, I’m a one-man woman. I expect any man I’m with to be the same. I don’t share and I don’t play well with others.”
“Babe, no one is gonna see you naked except me, no worries on that score. Your tight little body, that pussy…they belong to me.” My mouth fell open but no words came out. He continued, “Right this fucking minute, I want to have you stretched out under me while I fuck that sass outta you. But since you’re still healing, that’s not an option. Let’s get dressed, grab something to eat, and hang out with my brothers before I forget and do something stupid that hurts you. I can wait, babe—just don’t let me wait too long.”