I fedher sweet tooth addiction to keep her happy. Jacolby’s love for sweets especially mango and pineapple freeze cups would earn you a best friend for life. A girl that lived in Jacolby’s dorm turned her room into a storehouse and had every snack you could think of. Those freeze cups were her favorite guilty pleasure that I had no problem spoiling her with.
She loved the cool feeling of the ice.
Chopped fruiting gliding around her mouth and the ice coldness traveling down her throat. While we dated, I realized that her love for the frozen drink stimulated her like nicotine stimulates a smoker.
The coolness subdued her.
Being able to crush the soft ice using the roof of her mouth and tongue. Also tasting the fruit and its juices. It was fascinating and placed her in a state of tranquility.
I aided in her comfort by making sure the small personal freezer in her office was stocked with them. My peace offering for being an asshole but also because I felt myself drifting back into old habits of wanting to please her. Wanting to take care of her. She had what she wanted without having to leave her office. Kameron thought my gesture was to show my appreciation for her helping us on such short notice.
That had nothing to do with it, though I appreciated her willingness greatly.
There was an Icee machine in the employee cafeteria. A large open space making her accessible to the other males in the building. My selfishness said that if I brought the sweet treats to her it would keep her up here with me and away from the vultures waiting to stick their claws into the fresh meat.
I’ll be damn.
My Jacolby wasn’t for the taking.
If I couldn’t have her…yet, then they damn sure couldn’t.
Ever since I saw her in those wide-legged pants, I wanted to call her father and apologize for the overstepping I was about to do. No matter how much time has passed between us I was still enamored with her. Infatuated even.
No woman on this earth should have hips, thighs, and an ass like Jacolby. Her mid-section, small belly, and all were sexy as shit, and I lusted after it plenty of nights. She had the kind of hips that were round and branched off from her waist mathematically correct. Then those thick thighs.
The jiggle
The thigh meat.
The straining against the material – all so damn sinful and I wanted to be at her mercy. Her body was an alter and I wanted to worship the goddess that she was.
Every day this week I wondered if they were still my perfect-sized ear muffins to keep my ears warm while I praised her womanly forest of bliss. Worshiped her, glorified every flaw she had. My hands were big for a reason and her cantaloupe breasts were made for my pleasure only. The yearning that brewed in my loins surprised me. There were so many differences between Heather and Jacolby. Where Heather was meek and shy, Jacolby was my silent but deadly siren.
Her womanly prowess was lethal and had me opening my mouth to say more than ‘help me, God, and thank you, God.’ I swore I’d never love again after losing my wife. Swore I’d continue existing until my casket closed. Seeing Jacolby again made my words sound like a drunken rant. I didn’t have to fall in love again because I was still in love with her.
I never fell out of love with her.
I felt fortunate to have experienced two soul-stirring loves in my lifetime. My first love being the love of my life with the woman who I knew was my soulmate and my second love being just that – a second love of contentment. Sounds odd. Maybe even trivial to admit but it's true. I loved Heather. Wouldn’t have made her my wife if I didn’t. We loved in truth and honesty.
But Jacolby…
I was willing to put in the fight one last time to experience the rebirth of our love. It had to be God’s plan. It had to be. Why bring her back to me if it wasn’t? I prayed for one thing – If he was going to continue writing my chapters that he gives me something to live for. I wasn’t blind. Not the smartest man in the world but I’m intelligent enough to recognize an answered prayer when it’s in front of me.
“I’m not scared of you. I told you that I wouldn’t sit back and let you bring this company down.”
Scuffling and a hard hit against the wall outside my office pulled my attention from my window.
“Get the fuck off me, Kandon. This is how I know your ass is guilty, you fuckin thief.”
“Let it go, Kameron. Going against me isn’t what you want. Now, go back down to your little office and shut the fuck up.”
“I’m so damn…”
Part of me wanted to let them continue fighting outside my office like two jackasses but the echoing sound of a fist connecting with flesh made me flinch thinking Kandon was taking advantage of Kameron. Jacolby was out to lunch with her sister so she wouldn’t get to witness two grown-ass men fighting. Stepping out of my office, I rolled my sleeves up and cracked my neck ready to finally get my hands on Kandon. It’s been a long time coming and I was ready for it.
Only my steps slowed as the view of my brothers became clear. Frustrated that I got hyped for nothing, I hung my head and walked slow. Seasons had changed, and our little brother had the upper hand and was beating the shit out of our older brother.
Those punches I heard with fist and flesh coming into contact, it was Kameron using Kandon’s face and kidneys as his punching bag.