Chapter 23 Pleasure #2
My heart pounds loud in my chest. I try to look away because that glare? Too intense. Like he can see into me.. “Yow, look pan me,” he orders, voice low but sharp.
I meet his gaze, slowly. His eyes are blank. Cold. Staring straight through me. Oh God. “Zara, yuh see when mi say something to yuh… mi wah yuh listen. And if yuh nuh listen, mi a go do wah mi affi do fi mek yuh listen… yaan’dastan?”
His voice is clipped. It shakes me, but not in the way you’d expect. “Why you a scare me?” I whisper, barely audible.
His grip tightens just a little around my throat, not choking me, but letting me feel his warning.
“Yuh understand?” he repeats. I nod, throat dry. “Words.”
“Y-yes… I understand,” I stammer.
He finally lets go, his energy pulling back, and I exhale hard. “I’m sorry.”
“Ye lef that,” he says, dismissing it like it’s already over. He reaches for his water, takes a sip, and sits back down beside me.
I look at him. Admire him. Every part of him, from the neatly done plaits in his hair to the quiet way he owns every room.
I get on my knees behind him, resting my face in the crook of his neck, my lips trailing soft kisses across his skin.
My fingers wander down his chest, slow and teasing. Then my intrusive thoughts kicks in.
“How quiet can you be?” My eyes set on the door. He smirks.
“Wah yuh up t— "
“Shhhhh,” I bite into his neck.
I rest my hands on his thighs and kiss the back of his neck, trailing down to his shoulder. I feel his breath catch, and I smirk. “Mami?” he murmurs, already suspicious.
I slide my hand between his legs, undoing his pants slow and smooth, not saying a word.
When I finally pull it down, freeing his dick from the material, his breath gets sharp.
Still kneeling in the bed behind him, I curl my body around his, and lean into him, arching slowly and kiss the tip gently like a hello.
Then again, longer. Then one slow, wet pass with my tongue that makes him suck his teeth hard.
“Zara… Yow,” he hisses, head tipping back just a little.
“I have something to tell you,” I murmur.
He stays quiet, listening. I go slow, letting it slide in just enough to make him sit up straight, like him don’t know if he should pull mi up or sit still and feel every second of it.
I move teasingly slow, no rush. I want him squirming.
Want him hearing the faint sound of mama TV in the background while I test how quiet he can be.
“This yuh wah talk bout?” he mutters, barely holding in a laugh.
“So Mrs. Adams call me and tell me say she get the work for me at St. Jago. But it’s up to me if mi want to start now and go on maternity leave after… or wait and start after the baby born.”
“You can work, man,” he says simply, his focus locked on my lips around him. I doubt he heard a word I said.
“Okay,” my tongue glides down.
“See how you love move like you a nuh bad gyal…” I smile wickedly around him, when he says that, pulling off so slow, tongue dragging until just the tip leave my mouth with a wet pop.
His breathing sharp, he’s already missing the warmth of my lips. Then I sit back on my heels, wipe my lips, and grin up at him like a proud girl. Then it hits me—Mama did say it’s not too late to start planning the baby shower. I look at him.
“So… we doing gender reveal or a normal baby shower? Yuh wah the suspense or just go straight to it?”
“So we just a move like dat neva’ gwaan?” he tilts his head, legs rocking slowly. I smile softly avoiding his stare. “Yuh wicked fi dat,” he says, smiling hard.
“Yuh love it though,” I smirk, licking my lips playfully. Then I get up and sit beside him like I’m innocent.
“Jah Jah… so wah you say again. Wah you want?” he asks. He was too invested, even his ear stopped working.
“Gender reveal, babe. Mi love the suspense,” I grin. “But what you prefer?”
“A nuh me… a wah you want mi a go work wid.” I sigh, leaning in to kiss his cheek again.
“It’s not just about me, Nickoi. Mi want you be part of this too, you’re the dad.”
“Tell me wah you want.” He pauses, then speaks in that thoughtful way he always does when he’s thinking outside the box.
“Mi woulda rather be different, enuh Mami… cause everybody a do gender reveal. So instead, make the gender reveal be something private, just me and you and then at the baby shower, we go straight to the point. If a blue, a blue. If a pink, a pink.”
I smile wide. “That coulda work, yes.”
Mi like it. I’ll think about it though. Just then, a knock. Gavin steps in, pauses.
“Yuh ready fi the tea?” he starts, but then freezes when he spots Nickoi. “Oh, sorry… mek mi come out.”
“Gavin,” Nickoi calls. “Nuh talk? Yuh come fi talk to Zara?”
Gavin nods. “Mi a go see wah Ms. Sandra a deal wid,” Nickoi says, getting up. I watch the way he moves, the way he handles every moment.
He leaves. Gavin locks the door behind him.”Mi ready fi the tea,” I grin, eyes on him.
“Wah yuh want, chocolate, mint, or ginger?” he teases, and we both laugh.
“A the tory tea mi want, yuh see yuh,” I say, hitting him with a pillow.
“Alright, alright. So fi the tea now…” he claps his hands.
“Guess who nuh bruck again?”
“Who?” I ask, already laughing.
“Nuh Marko? Him go chap a big, big piece a food, finish build him house and upgrade from the Mark X to a Bimma.”
“Ohhh! So Sash can stay now.” I roll my eyes. Sash always complaining that Marko not giving her anything. She can leff Anna man now, glory to God.
“Yuh tan deh. Sash gone back to him. She in love again cause him a spend the chi-ching-Ching!”
“A gold digger yuh sister be enuh,” I laugh.
“A mi yuh a tell?” Gavin laughs.
“So a him buy the car?” I ask.
“Yes, masa.”
“That’s nice still… she still a work?”
“Yeah… but wah you and har have?”
“Well… more like wah she do. Yuh member Gutta from mi party?”
“Nick friend,” he nods. Once he does, I break it down for him, how I walked in on Gutta and Sash in the living room, the messages I found, and what Nickoi said. Gavin shakes his head.
“Yuh see that likkle gyal deh weh mi call mi sister? A one blasted sore, yuh hear mi. Mi nuh know why she affi gwan so, like man a run weh.”
“Mi not even wrong yuh fi block har. Cut har off, mi support that.” He’s upset. I can see it.
“Mi love Sash enuh… don’t get mi wrong. But me and har attitude? That nah guh work.”
“Mi know this,” Gavin says, looking around. Then his eyes land on my dresser. The ultrasound polaroid.
He picks it up, smiling. “A the baby that?”
“Sure is,” I smile back, feeling the warmth in my chest.
“Bwoy… you a go be one lovely piece a mother, essi.”
“Thank you,” I beam. He stares at the picture a while longer.
“Hey likkle Zara… or Nick… mi nuh know yuh gender yet, but yuh a go be one spoil baby, memba mi tell yuh that.”
“Fi real,” I laugh.
“And anuh lie… cause look how Nickoi spoil you. Right now, that baby a go come in like rotten teeth with the spoiling.” We both crack up.
“Mi can’t wait to meet my baby,” I say after the laughter fades.
“Me too,” Gavin replies, lifting the picture again.
“Watch mi likkle cute God child…” he says in a high-pitched voice that makes me laugh harder.
Then he gets serious. “You a mek mi be the God father?”
I smile. “Why yuh even a ask? Of course you a be mi baby God father, Gavin.”
“My pleasure,” he grins, pulling me into a hug.