If You Let Him Take Me From You || Woody McClain ||

Chapter 9

Zora 

"Really Jean?!" I yelled at him from the hallway. Was it really that fucking hard for him to put his dirty clothes in the hamper. 

"What I do now?" He yelled back from the master bathroom. I rolled my eyes at his dismissive demeanor. 

"Would it kill you to put your freaking clothes in the hamper? Damn!" I yelled back. 

We were already running behind since Jean thought it would be a good idea to come home and take a three hour nap. As opposed to doing what we had originally planned. Which was him getting the place ready for dinner with my parents since I would get home later than him. 

Now here I was playing catch up while preparing dinner. Ripping and running around the house trying my best to make sure our home was presentable. Lord knows my mother can't stand a messy house. Heaven forbid she deemed it such. I'd never hear the end of how I wasn't raised to keep such a home. 

I noticed him peak his head into our walk in closest as I stuffed his clothes into the hamper. "Sorry Z." He cooed.

I rolled my eyes in frustration. While managing to stomp back and forth picking up even more of his clothes. Presumably from this morning. "It's like having a fucking 30 year old toddler." I mumbled to myself stuffing the last few things in. 

I turned around only to be met by his bare chest. " I heard that." 

"I know." I huffed attempting to step past him. He swiftly wrapped his arms around my waist before stepping behind me as I headed out to our bedroom. 

"You wasn't saying that this morning when I was all up in them guts with this 30 year old toddler stick." He joked dry humping my behind. "I was your daddy this morning."

"Jean stop." I urged pulling his arms from around me. Only to have him put them right back. 

"What's the matter Z? You was my friend earlier. Now you acting all stank a-dank dank." He joked making his way in front of me. "You need some more of this act right before your parental units get here?" He asked releasing the towel from his hips. I watched as he began to slowly stroke his semi-hard on. Before shaking my head clear of any and all sexual thoughts. Allowing myself to come back to my senses. 

"Put that thing away." I softly pushed him away only to have him fall back onto the bed in dramatic fashion. 

"That thing." He repeated looking down into his lap as if in shock. "Well excuse me. You didn't have a problem with my thing being out this morning ... last night ... or the night before last ..." I cut my eyes at him. 

It was true. Over the last few weeks Jean and I had be humping like rabbits. It was one of the few things the man suddenly had new found interest in. If he wasn't napping or pairing strange food combinations then we were all over each other. 

I didn't mind the sudden change in Jean's sexual appetite. At first anyway. It had been the only thing helping me to maintain my sanity in wake of Woody's disappearance. Today marks three weeks since we last spoke. 

I knew he was upset but I had taken his threats to cut me off as just that ... threats. But clearly I was mistaken. Woody being a man of his word had truly disappeared from my life. There had been no contact between us. He had even went as far as to block my cell phone number, work number ... and even my land line. 

"Get dressed Jean. They'll be here any minute." I urged flopping down on the bed so that I could slip into my heels. 

"Oh okay I get it. Your side nigga must have already broke you off. It's cool though." He grumbled rising to his feet and heading towards the closest.