~~~Chapter 18~~~
Big Baby had a fireplace in her massive bedroom, and after making it home, then drunkenly fumbling around, we found ourselves naked in front of that muthafucka. Our bodies were both glazed in sweat, while she was straddling me backwards.
My ass was lifting off the floor, as I was driving into her gushy pussy. She had knees like Megan with the way she was dropping that tight pussy down my shaft. She was sensually working it, dispelling the myth that girls who could dance couldn’t do the same on the dick.
I realized that I was dealing with a completely different animal, as she allowed her back to fall against my chest. She then brought her legs back completely to her shoulders. Excitedly, I was pumping into that pussy, feeling like I was chasing my first nut ever.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” I blurted, while rapidly gliding in and out of her, until I exploded.
I swear, that nut was so fucking powerful that I was seeing stars. Literally.
Jaylah
Seeing that my brother was calling, I sat up to answer his FaceTime.
“What’s up, big head?” I greeted Jahrein Junior with a smile.
“Nothing too much. What you doing?”
I yawned. “Nothing, right now. Just chilling on the couch.”
“Oh, yeah?” He smirked, as he fiddled around, while I scoped out his background, realizing that he was in a locker room. “What is my fat ass niece doing?”
I tittered at that. “Her big butt is sleeping.”
“Oh, for real?”
“Ummhmm.”
“So, why haven’t you been at mama and daddy’s, lately? We was all over there Sunday, and y’all were the only two faces missing.”
“I know,” I sighed. “You’re literally like the fifth person to call and ask this. Life has just been lifing. But we’ll be there next Sunday. I promise.”
“Okay. But you good, though, right?”
“Yes, Junior. I’m straight.”
“Good. Cause me and daddy was just talking about doing a pop-up over there. And see what the hell is going on.”
“Oh, God.” I rolled my eyes. “There y’all go, doing too much.”
“Nah. It’s never enough. You the baby—”
“I am not the baby,” I interjected. “Reagan is. I don’t know how you always conveniently forget that.”
He sucked his teeth. “That’s my baby, but Reagan don’t even really count. They had her when everybody was damn near grown. So, she didn’t grow up with us. Therefore, you’re always the youngest in the pack, when it comes to us doing shit, and you tagging along.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I waved him off.
“Aye, Jah, did you ever tell your sister what I said?” Somebody questioned in the background.
Jah glanced over his shoulder. “I’m on the phone with her now.”
Hearing that, I frowned. “Who is that?”
Junior focused on me. “That’s the rookie, Desi.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, and he’s been begging me to introduce you to him since this season started. At first, I was a little leery, until I got to know him, but he’s a solid dude. So, fuck it. Here, nigga.”
Sitting back, I watched my brother pass his phone to his teammate.
When Desi’s face came into view, he was smiling.
Although, I had seen him a handful of times, it felt like he was around all the time, being that his face was plastered everywhere, and he was a top contender for rookie of the year.
He was also very much handsome, with golden brown skin, and a curly, tapered fro.
Naturally, he was tall as fuck, as most professional ball players were.
“Hey, how you doing, beautiful?” He questioned, flirtatiously.
I gently smiled. “I’m fine.”
“Okay. Well, I was wondering if I could get your contact info from either you or Jahrein. Because I’d love to take you out sometime—”
“Nah, nigga. It aint happening,” Malice rudely interjected, as he leaned across my lap, and placed his face in the camera.
Unbeknownst to my brother, he’d been sitting next to me the entire time.
“Malice—” I got out, before he totally removed my phone out of my hand.
I guess that Desi must’ve handed the phone back to my brother, because Jahrein Junior was back on the screen. “Say, what’s up? Who are you to my sister?”
Hooding my eyes, I waited to hear his response.
“I’m Khari’s daddy, and we’re in the process of figuring everything else out,” Malice claimed.
“Figuring it out? So, that means that y’all aint together, right?” Junior probed.
“Nah. It means that she been with me day and night. And we working on building something.”
“So, y’all exclusive?”
Malice shrugged. “Yeah, you can say that.”
“I can say that?” Junior regurgitated. “Nah, man, you got the wrong one, with this finicky shit. Either it is, or it aint. Cause as you can see, it’s other niggas out here, and you can’t hold up no spot, unless you sure about her.”
“Yeah, I hear you. Jaylah knows what it is—”
“Jah, I’ll call you back. Let me holler at him, right quick,” I interrupted.
“Yeah,” Jah muttered, before ending the call.
I shook my head, before holding my hand out. “Can I get my phone back, please?”
Wearing a frown, Malice placed my cell back in my hand.
I sighed. “Now, for your information, I don’t know what anything is.
You’ve done nothing more than avoid addressing what your plans are.
You can’t even look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re done with Paisley.
And my silly ass has been looking past that, while trying to keep you from going around her.
That was honestly dumb on my part, because it’s been helping you avoid accountability.
Admittedly, you haven’t been lying to me.
You just avoid my questions altogether. But life has a funny way of showing you what needs to be done.
And this is telling me that I need to reel things back, and let you figure out what you want.
So, it’s time for you to go home, Malice. ”
“Go home?” He scowled. “Now, all of sudden, because that ball dribbling nigga is on your bumper, you want me to leave?”
Disappointedly, I shook my head. “The funny part about this is that you don’t even realize that he aint the first teammate of my brother’s to approach me.
It’s been several. As well as a whole slew of players on my brother-in-law's football team. There’s rappers.
Actors. You name it. So, I’m not geeked up over his interest in me.
If anything, it just opened my eyes, and reminded me of who the fuck I am.
And that’s somebody that aint gotta deal with an uncertain nigga.
So, now I’m doing what I should’ve done from the beginning.
I’m stepping back, until you handle that. And that’s all there is to it.”
Malice
I had been riding around the city for a few hours, aimlessly.
Jaylah had told me that she wanted me to leave her house, but I wasn’t trying to hear her.
However, instead of clowning with me, she simply gathered her and Khari’s things, and they left, leaving me in the house alone.
After a couple of hours, I was a little antsy, and then irritated when she texted me, letting me know that she wouldn’t be back that night.
Honestly? I thought that she was bluffing, until three o’clock in the morning rolled around, and she wasn’t back.
By the next morning, I was wide awake, calling her phone back-to-back.
She never bothered answering, and I didn’t know where the fuck she’d taken my daughter.
Needless to say, I was pissed, and had left the house, but still didn’t bother taking any of my clothes with me.
Then instead of immediately going to my mama’s or to the house I shared with Paisley, I decided to ride and clear my head.
At some point, it dawned on me that I’d been tripping.
Ever since I’d left my house, I had been just doing whatever, with no real thought behind it.
There was nothing wrong with me establishing a bond with my baby, but fucking Jaylah was something entirely different.
I’d done that shit without hesitation, never considering what would happen in the long run.
Deep down, I knew that shit wasn’t fair.
Not to Paisley nor Jaylah. I also had to acknowledge that Jaylah was right.
I was doing entirely too much, and taking up way too much space in her life, when I hadn’t even decided what I was doing with Paisley.
So, at three o’clock in the middle of the day, I decided to finally pull up to my crib.
Judging by the fact that her Porsche was parked in the driveway, I knew that Paisley was home.
It had been nearly a month since she’d asked me to stop by the house for a talk.
Since then, those texts had gotten belligerent, and I couldn’t even be mad at her.
I’d placed her and our situation on the backburner, and that wasn’t cool.
Stepping into the house, everything looked the same…but it felt different for me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it was something different in the air.
“Aye, aye,” I announced my arrival, before stepping into the living room.
Sitting on the couch with a laptop in her lap, Paisley lifted her head and stared at me.
Admittedly, she was dressed down, in pajamas, with her thick hair in a bun, but was still gorgeous.
Really, no matter what was going on, she was always attractive to me.
However, I also couldn’t ignore how there was no longer a magnetic pull between us.
As I gazed at her, I felt nothing, and was just finally realizing that. Or acknowledging it.
“What’s up?” I asked, as I strolled over to the couch, and sat beside her.
Placing the laptop on the opposite side, she gazed at me, seeming perplexed. “What happened?”
I frowned in confusion. “What you mean?”
“I’m saying. I asked you to come home, way last month. Ever since then, it’s been a runaround. You don’t answer my calls. Barely respond to my texts. And now, you’re just here. Out of nowhere.”
I furrowed a brow. “So, you want me to leave?”
She sighed. “Don’t…don’t do that to me, Khamere. Like seriously. After everything we’ve been through, don’t flip this and turn into a fuck boy.”