22. Omiri #2
“Hell yeah, the next hour we’re on our own. They’re about to have a whole damn photoshoot.”
“Nah, fuck that. I don’t need her posting with Kari and Shiya. We’re not down like that and you know how these damn people will be playing detective. They’ll look at what everybody else posts with what she posts and know we’re all together.”
“You brought her. How the hell did you think that was gonna go?” Dedric opened his beer, shaking his head.
“Exactly.”
I glanced at Makari who was leaning back on her elbows with her back arched and her head dropped back. She looked sexy as fuck but I damn sure didn’t want the world enjoying the visual I had.
“Ay, tone that shit down,” I yelled and she turned her head to me and blew me a kiss, arching her back more dramatically.
“Yessssss, friend,” Shiya sang, hyping her up.
“Ay, Dee, get your damn wife. She doesn’t need to be hyping Kari.” I frowned hard and he chuckled, shaking his head.
“Nah, my nigga. That’s all on you. I’m not about to get in the middle of that shit.”
We let the ladies do their thing and posted up on the lower deck, grabbing our first round of beers.
Eventually they came down and joined us.
Makari stepped between my legs and leaned back on my chest while she swiped through her pictures.
I looped my arm around her waist, checking them out over her shoulder.
“Ay, go back one.”
“Why?”
“I wanna see the one you just passed.”
She swiped then held it up. She was sitting on her heels, looking back over her shoulder with this cute ass smile on her face but my focus was on her ass.
Them cheeks were on display and it was sexy ass hell.
Makari’s body was damn sure nice. She had curves and a little stomach, thick ass thighs, and an ass that was getting fat because of all the back shots.
Everything about her was natural and I loved the maturity her body had from carrying Avi. My baby was fine as fuck.
“You like it?”
“Yeah I like it.” I kissed her neck.
“I think I’m going to post this one on my page and this one on my story.
” I watched her swipe to another one of her sitting with her legs crossed, arms above her head stretched wide in a V with her head back.
But because her arms were above her head, the bottom of her top rode up and exposed the curve of her breasts.
“Send me those then delete them shits from your phone.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re not about to have me checking muthafuckers.”
She threw her head back and grinned. “You don’t have to check anybody just because I posted a picture.”
“If you post that shit I will and I’m not trying to have my name on another headline. Send them to me.”
“I look cute and I want to post a picture.” She hit me with a fake pout.
I put my beer down, grabbed her phone, shifted to the camera app, and held it up, snapping a few of us with my free hand spread across her breasts.
I also angled it so you couldn’t see past her chest and handed her camera back.
“Post that so they know what the fuck is up. And the first nigga that comments something about you or your body, I’m acting the fuck up.”
“Omiri, she’s cute today. You can’t block my girl from getting her shine,” Shiya said.
“The fuck you mean? You’re not getting any shine either. Not with that little ass shit you have on.” Dedric pulled Shiya to him and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m posting my pictures and Kari is posting hers.”
“Aight, keep thinking that.” I lifted my beer and turned it up. Makari threw her head back against my chest again and smiled up at me.
“So I’m out here cute for no reason?”
I grinned. “Nah, you’re cute for me, but if you want them out there that bad, I’ll post them on my page because niggas aren’t gonna be crazy enough to say no dumb shit.”
“Oh girl, go with that. He doesn’t even post on his page other than workouts or game stuff,” Sierra said and Ryland frowned hard at her.
“How the hell you know what he post on his page?”
We all had eyes on her because I needed to know that too. “I’m a Sharks fan. How do you think I knew who you were?” She shrugged.
“Well I’m the only Shark you need to be a fan of while we’re here. Stay the fuck off his page,” Ryland said and she smiled, looking highly amused. Makari and Shiya shared a look but neither of them said anything.
I dug my phone out of the pocket of my trunks and handed it to Makari. “Post it on my page.”
She typed Avi’s birthday, unlocked my phone, and went right to my Skroll app. I grinned when I noticed she hit my DMs and opened my messages. After moving through the most recent ones, she navigated to her phone and dropped the pictures to mine then posted a carousel of the pictures she took.
“What do you want me to post as the caption?”
“Mine and wifey.”
She rolled her eyes but posted exactly what I said, then slid my phone back into my pocket before she went to her phone and posted the one of us on her page with the caption: Mine and hubby.
“You trying to make shit official?”
“I’m trying to match your energy.”
“Aight then, we’re picking rings when we touch down.”
“Wait, that’s not what I’m saying…” She dropped her head back and my eyes locked on hers.
“That is what you’re saying if you’re matching my energy…”
“He’s saying he wants to marry you, Kari. Just say yes so we can hit these jet skis,” Ryland said. When I lifted my head, they were all watching us. I chuckled and dropped my eyes to Kari. “You matching my energy?”
She grinned and turned against my body, hooking her arms around my neck before she pressed her mouth to mine. “Yeah, I’m matching your energy.”
“You know I’m not bullshitting, we’re picking rings as soon as we get home.”
“Okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah nigga, she’s sure. Now can we get back to our regularly scheduled programming? Congratulations. I’m the best man.”
“Wait, you’re serious.” Shiya smiled big as hell and her eyes darted between me and Makari.
“Oh shit, if we extend our stay by one day, you can get married here. You have to be on the island for forty-eight hours to apply for the license and then wait forty-eight hours before you can do the ceremony. We’re staying. ”
“How the hell you know that?” Dedric glanced at his wife and she rolled her eyes.
“I had a past before you.” She shrugged.
“I know like fuck your past better not include being married in Turks.”
“One marriage beginning and one ending,” Ryland joked.
“Bruh, shut the fuck up.” Dedric cut his eyes at Ryland and Shiya hugged him and lifted onto her toes to calm his big ass down.
“I’ve never been married before you and you know that. Relax. Can we keep this about them? I have a wedding to plan.”
Makari frowned. “No you don’t. We don’t have to do that.”
“You backing out already.”
“No, it’s just… that’s fast.” She lifted her eyes to me.
“Ahh hell, she was just gaslighting your ass, O,” Ryland said, shaking his head.
She laughed. “I am not.”
“Aight, then we’re doing it here.” My eyes locked on hers again and she bit her lip then smiled, nodding.
“I’m down.”
“Okay, done. We’re having a wedding. We can make it a double if you want.” She looked at Ryland who shook his head fast as hell.
“Hell nah. I don’t know her like that.”
I laughed and looked at Sierra who rolled her eyes. “Nigga, I’m not trying to marry you either. We cool and everything but this is just about a free trip.”
She smiled and he slapped her ass. “Good, then at least you’re matching my energy.”
“This muthafucker.” Dedric chuckled.
“I’m about to let them know to drop the jet skis,” Ryland said and the rest of them followed him, leaving me and Makari.
“You need me to get on one knee?”
She shook her head. “No, that’s not us.”
“Good, ‘cause if I get down there you already know what it is.”
She narrowed her eyes and I dropped my hands to her ass and pulled her to me. “You know this isn’t random. I’ve been thinking about it, so don’t be all in your head trying to justify shit that just makes sense. We’re where we need to be.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, I know.”
I kissed her and gripped her ass, pulling her in closer. “Aight then, let’s go have some PG fun so I can get X-rated with you later.”