Chapter 8
Arris
Drunk Dyani and Jayme were a handful. Even drunk, Dyani stood strong on not letting it be known that we were somewhat feeling each other, and I respected that, but she and Jayme couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
That didn’t bother me. I’d shared women with Jayme before and was confident if Dyani didn’t like me she wouldn’t have spent the time she had with me.
We’d gotten lunch after our dinner date that turned into us unpacking her spot. It hadn’t been anything crazy. I let her pick the place, and of course it was about forty-five minutes out, an attempt at hiding the fact that we were hanging out.
I hadn’t called her on it again.
We had several phone conversations between that time and now. Hell, I’d offered to pick her up for this party. Of course, she declined, but I felt like there was at least a little something between us that could be nurtured into more.
I wasn’t questioning that because she and Jayme were dancing all over each other and kissing every other song. Jayme opened the floodgates with the kiss she’d given during her cake cutting and they hadn’t pulled back yet.
None of the DP members had commented, at least to me, and I didn’t think they were going to. They knew Jayme. They knew she liked women and she’d had a girlfriend.
I’d just met Dyani in person recently. I was sure most DP members couldn't put a name to her face. Hell, Darryl probably hadn’t even mentioned her to most of them. She was one of the things he kept close to his chest.
I wasn’t worried about word getting back to Darryl about it.
I wasn’t worried about Darryl at all, but as far as Dyani was concerned, when it came to keeping the peace with her brother, she would be cool.
Even if it came out that she and Jayme were all over each other, he’d think it was hilarious.
He would probably give me shit about it like he’d done plenty of times when Jayme made appearances with the women she was seeing.
I kept my eyes on both of them while they navigated the club, looking like they were having an amazing time.
It put a smile on my face. I loved seeing Jayme happy.
She deserved it. Shit. She deserved all the good in the world.
She was a constant in my world and she’d be in it until my dying breath.
That was why I never had a desire to cover up the tattoo I’d gotten in her honor.
Seeing her be that happy with someone else I was hoping to become a constant had me smiling from ear to ear.
I liked that they were cool with each other and apparently it had the potential to be a little bit more than that.
I was obviously attracted to both of them, so the more they kissed and stole little touches from each other, the harder my dick got.
I did my best to reel it in. They were drunk.
Jayme was my ex. Dyani and I hadn’t even slept together with just the two of us.
Just because they liked kissing didn’t mean they necessarily wanted to fuck each other.
Jayme was a professional flirt and Dyani—
My thoughts froze and my eyes flew to the last place I’d seen the women when a shot rang out. I was on my feet rushing toward them before I even realized what was happening. I pulled my gun out, wrapped my arms around both of them, and immediately started ushering them toward the stairs.
I threw Janine and Janari in with the group as I passed them.
The club had turned into chaos and it was obvious a fight had broken out and was actually getting worse after the shot.
I saw a few DP members fighting with some Bedford Boys, our rival gang.
Their green flags were mixed in amongst my guys and their black and white ones.
I didn’t let that deter me from getting the fuck out. I had Dyani and Jayme with me and was confident DP could stand on its own with or without me. I wasn’t taking any risks with either of their lives.
People were running around us, screaming and shoving. The lights of the club came on. The music went off.
I got the women outside but that was as far as we got before Jayme paused.
“You’re moving too fast,” she grumbled.
“Yeah. Slow down,” Dyani agreed.
“Come on. Somebody hop up.” I took a knee.
“Go for it. It’s your birthday.” Dyani gestured toward me.
“It’s your man,” Jayme argued.
“But—”
I cut her off. “Come on, Dyani.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yeah.” Me and Jayme answered at the same time.
Dyani hopped on my back. I stood up.
“Touch your toes, Jaybird.”
She wiggled her eyebrows at me. I scoffed and shook my head.
“In front of my sisters?” she teased but bent down anyway.
She wobbled immediately but it didn’t matter. I wrapped my arm around the center of her body and plucked her up, tucking her against my side. I rushed through the crowd toward my truck with Janine and Janari trailing us.
I let the three sisters get in the back together and helped Dyani into the front. I dropped Janine and Janari both to Janari’s house then headed to the building Jayme and Dyani both lived in.
“So,” Jayme popped her head between the two seats, “Whose place? Yours or mine?” She turned to face Dyani.
She didn’t hesitate. “Yours.”
Jayme nodded. “Let’s go.”
I shook my head but didn’t comment.
“Alright. Let’s get you ladies tucked in.”
“Tucked in?” Jayme repeated. “Arris, we’re not going to sleep.”
“Oh. For real?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“It’s her birthday,” Dyani said. “You have to make her wish come true.”
“Her wish or both of y’alls wish?” I asked seriously.
Dyani batted her eyelashes at me. She looked from me to Jayme, back and forth, then cleared her throat. I chuckled.
“I’ll take that as both of y’all.” I pulled my keys out of the ignition. “Let’s go upstairs and see how we feel.”
“I feel like we’re going to be fucking,” Jayme sang and danced in her seat.
Jayme was wild normally, but damn she was even wilder when she was drunk, not that I was complaining.
I hopped out of my whip and walked around, helping each of the women out. The almost hour between them getting their last drinks and us finally getting here had allowed them to sober up a little bit. I supported them both up to Jayme’s spot and used my key to let us inside.
As soon as we got inside, Jayme made a beeline for her kitchen.
She grabbed a water bottle, cracked it open, and took a long sip.
Then she rummaged through one of her kitchen drawers until she found a pack of cigarettes.
I watched her light one up and damn near skip as she headed out to smoke on her little balcony.
I wasn’t sure what it was about the mint flavored cigarettes Jayme smoked but she only smoked them when she got drunk and swore they helped her sober up and balance out. I watched her get comfortable on the small chair out there with the many plants she kept alive.
“Drink some of that for me.” I offered water to Dyani and she took it without a second thought.
She gulped half of it down quickly and gave me a sweet smile.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I gave her a small smile. “How are you feeling for real?”
“Are you asking if the fighting stuff freaked me out or are you asking me if I’m still really drunk?”
“Both,” I admitted.
“I’m not freaked out and I’m sober enough to commit to having sex with you and Jayme, Arris.”
“I hear you.”
I let my hand rest on her shoulder and trailed my thumb along her collarbone.
She took a shaky breath as she looked up at me.
I grinned. Dyani made the next move. She put a hand to the back of my neck, yanked me down, and kissed me.
I dropped my hands to her waist and pulled her in.
She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I let her lead for a bit before I pulled back.
“You sure about this, Dyani?” I asked against her mouth and she nodded.
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
“Okay.”
I kneaded her ass in my hands and pulled her even closer. My hardening dick pressed against her warm body and we kissed each other, each second getting more passionate.
I walked Dyani back to the couch and started pulling her clothes off. She fumbled with the button of my pants while I threw my shirt off over my head.
I didn’t give her a chance to get my pants down my legs.
I got her down on the couch, spread her legs, and buried my face between her thighs.
She tasted amazing and I groaned while my tongue trailed circles over her clit.
I gripped her thighs and yanked her in, making her slip down the couch while I put her legs over my shoulders.
I licked, slurped, and sucked her pussy and she came in what felt like seconds.
I cleaned her wetness with slow, flat tongue licks and kissed each of her thighs.
I looked back when I heard the balcony door sliding open.
Jayme’s eyes went from me to Dyani spread eagle on her couch and back.
I held out a hand to her. As soon as she was close enough, she dropped to her knees and yanked me in, both hands on my face while she kissed me.
She moaned against my mouth then pulled back and ran her tongue over my lips, tasting Dyani off my mouth.
“You taste so good,” Jayme told her.
Dyani shifted nervously and I couldn’t help smirking.
She was so cute and the fact she was naked and spread wide yet being shy was hilarious to me.
I didn’t get to focus on it though before Jayme shifted around me and leaned in to get a taste of Dyani’s pussy straight from the source.
She buried her face between Dyani’s thighs and immediately got to work, flicking her tongue up and down over Dyani’s clit.
One of Dyani’s hands went to Jayme’s head while her own head fell back. Her mouth parted as she whimpered. I housed myself behind Jayme who was on her knees on the floor, Dyani’s legs thrown over her shoulders.