Make Me Remember will be here in less than 2 weeks (9/13)! You’ll get to find out what becomes of Jacob and Mekayla… along with what happened with Kane! 😏
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Enjoy the unedited excerpt!
He was right about that shit. I was at the point of combustion. He had me so hot I wanted to strip for him right now. I pulled away from him and saw him standing there with his chain hanging from his mouth. Fuck! I wanted to pull him back to me by his goatee and slide my tongue to his. It wasn’t good to be in this bedroom. Without the right amount of restraint, the old Mekayla would reemerge and fuck his life up.
I cleared my throat and said, “Lay down so I can see how much damage you’ve done.”
He released his chain and smiled at me then walked to the bed. When he laid his long ass in the bed, I swore I wanted to slide in with him. Jesus! His thighs were thick, just like I liked them, and those basketball shorts weren’t hiding his massive erection. Turning away from him, I went to the door and closed it a little. No one needed to see his shit aimed at the sky nor me drooling over it.
When I went back to him, he had a slight smirk on his soft-looking lips. “Why you close the door?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to keep my eyes from wandering. “Because your dick is hard. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression.”
“What impression is that?”
“That I’m giving happy endings in here.”
“Do you want to, though?”
I rolled my eyes. “What I want and what I do are two different things. I admit that I’m curious, but that’s where it will stay. I always jump in too soon. I want to know you more, no matter how short or long of a time that takes. I feel a knot here,” I said as I rubbed his knee.
He winced slightly. “Jacob, you have got to start taking care of this before you end up in a wheelchair.”
He nodded as he clinched his teeth while I worked that shit out of there. I probably could have gotten a license to be a massage therapist as well. I had strong fingers and was known to work out a knot or two. It had been too long since Jacob’s surgery for him not to be in better shape.
“So you saying I can call you and talk shit to you? I mean, am I in the friend zone, or am I on track to be your man?”
I glanced at him as I lightly massaged his knee. “I think we should take this one day at a time. However, I don’t entertain men without purpose anymore. Actually, that used to be my thing.” I slowly shook my head. “But yeah, we’re working toward something.”
“I have a lot to get to know about you, huh?”
“Yeah. I just hope you can be understanding of who I am as a woman. My past has shaped who I am.”
“I feel you. When will I get to meet the infamous LaTee?”
“See, that’s one of my things. I’m extremely protective of her because of the shit I went through. My mama’s boyfriend was who raped me. I was a kid… six when he started touching me.” I swallowed hard, not believing I was telling him all this. “It will be a while, Jacob.”
He sat up and grabbed my hand. “I get it. I’m gonna move at your pace, baby. I wish I could feel your lips though. Those shits look soft as fuck.”
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