Chapter 23 #2
“Sweets,” he chuckled. “You know that since you said that, I’ma have to buy you one, right?”
“Tahmir, do not buy me another car! I already have too many!” She laughed as she hit him playfully.
“My nigga, you just be buying cars every time she gets mad at you?” If I kept hangin’ with his ass, I’d be bankrupt by the end of the year because Amaya tried to break up with me every morning.
Her hangry ass loved to talk shit, but as soon as she got some good food and good dick in her, we were back to our regularly scheduled program.
I couldn’t afford to blow a bag every time her moody ass decided to get mad at me, so I had to find a happy medium because there had to be something between flowers and vehicles.
“I mean, the car thing only happened once… well two cars at one time. I really fucked up though. I wasn’t taking no chances on her changing her mind. Sh—”
“Well, well, well,” a sultry voice interrupted from behind me. Amaya and Mona both huffed and rolled their eyes, and I knew without confirmation that this had to be the infamous Geraldine.
“I see you two brought some fine young men over here to see me.” When I turned to face her, shocked was an understatement.
When they warned us before, I just knew Geraldine would be an old hunched over, granny looking lady who smelled like White Diamond perfume and carried butterscotch in her purse.
I was wrong, because the woman in front of us was nobody’s damn granny.
The all-white long curly hair was the only giveaway that she was an elder, because Aunt Geraldine was stacked.
The titties and ass must have run in the family, and judging by the short shorts and fitted tank top, she knew she looked good.
Tahmir started coughing like he swallowed a sea urchin, and I knew he had to be thinking the exact same thing I was.
“Hi, Auntie,” Amaya huffed with a complimentary eye roll. This is Chase, and this is MoMo’s boyfriend Tahmir.”
“Ooh, nice to meet you both!” she cooed, shaking Tahmir’s hand. Her eyes honed in on me once she got the implication that I was the single one. By the time she got around to shake my hand, she held it so long that I got uncomfortable, and I could feel her undressing me with her eyes.
“Nice to meet you too,” I said giving her a polite smile as I wrangled my hand from her grasp. I already knew I was gon’ have to hear Amaya’s mouth about this later, but I was innocent. Her freaky ass auntie was the one looking like she wanted to suck my shit from the back.
“So, I know you play football,” she said, rubbing her hand over my chest, “But you look like you have a beautiful sack too,” she said, rubbing her other hand across Tahmir’s beard.
“I… what?” Tahmir’s eyes went wide and I think that may have been the first time I saw him speechless, hell, I was stunned too.
“I mean, you definitely have a nice tight end on you,” she purred before literally reaching down to feel for herself.
She literally smacked that nigga on the ass with her other hand still lingering on my chest. I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to fight or flight, but a nigga was scared.
First of all, Geraldine was looking at me like she wanted to turn me out worse than Pearl ever could.
Second, because my girl—who I had to pretend wasn’t my girl—was about to shoot the fuck out of me, her auntie, Tahmir, and anyone else in the vicinity.
When I saw Amaya reaching for her purse, I knew shit was about to go left.
“Geraldine, what the fu—” Mona started but was cut off when Ana came over to collect her older sister.
“Sis,” she said, immediately pulling her away from the line of danger.
“Can you come help me over here with this food?” I knew instantly that this had to be a tactic to keep the peace, because the two things we were told not to accept from Geraldine under any circumstances were pussy, or any food items she helped prepare.
Once she walked her thick ass off, and I could breathe again, I looked back at Amaya with a guilty expression on my face.
“So, that’s what the fuck we do?” she huffed. “You just wait until I meet your people, I’m giving your uncle a lap dance!” she snapped.
“Shit, my only uncle is eighty-three years old, baby. With all that ass, you’d probably give that nigga the ride of his life… it would also probably be his last,” I chuckled. She didn’t.
“I’ll be back.” She cut her eyes at me before she stomped off to the house.
“So, you just letting old ladies touch on your ass now?” Mona scoffed.
“Sweets—” he tried to reason with her, but it was no use.
“Hell nah. Any other time, you got the most to say, but now you stuttering? The fuck is that?”
I played it cool for exactly two minutes of Mona lighting Tahmir’s ass up before I slipped inside the house.
I tried to find Amaya, but ended up turning around in the house before I realized that I had to use the restroom.
I slid inside the first one I found and handled my business.
When I came out, Amaya popped up out of nowhere and cornered me outside the door.
“What’s good?” I asked, my hand immediately finding her ass.
We had been keeping our distance out of respect and the fact that she didn’t want all her nosy ass relatives in our business.
We weren’t necessarily hiding it, but we weren’t flaunting it either.
If she thought I was keeping my hands off that ass in private, she had me messed up.
“Nothing,” she said, her lips pushed out into a pout.
“I just missed you a little bit.” It took everything in me not to break into a full smile at her declaration.
She swore she was so hard, but every day, her mask slipped further and she let me in a little bit more.
I pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her pouty lips, squeezing her ass when she deepened the kiss.
She was so eager to catch me alone that she seemed to have forgotten about her freaked out auntie.
I was just about to take her pretty ass in the bathroom and fuck her on the sink a lil’ bit, when her brothers came storming in the house.
“Just who we needed to see,” Amari said as he forced his way between us and pushed my hands away from his sister. “We need to holla at you, my nigga!”
“What are y’all doing?” she huffed.
“This is real nigga business,” AJ said, pushing her toward the back door.
“Okay, and I’m the realest nigga here,” she blurted out, making me laugh.
“Man, gon’ ‘head!” Amari said, poking her in the forehead. She retaliated by punching him in the side so hard that he damn near fell over.
“Amaya,” AJ fussed. “Go outside. Ain’t nobody finna do nothin’ to this big nigga! We just wanna talk to him. We already had a talk with Tahmir outside, now it’s his turn.”
“Fine.” She kissed her teeth before grabbing the collar of my shirt and planting a kiss to my lips.
“Ugh, get on somewhere with that, man!” Amari fussed. I tried not to be obvious with the way that I watched her ass switch out the door, but when I turned to their scowling faces, I knew I failed.
“My fault.” I cleared my throat. “What’s good, fellas?”
“I just need to make sure my sister is in good hands with you,” Amari said, puffing his chest up like he was about to do something. I let him have his moment, but truth be told, I was much more afraid of his pint-sized sister than him.
“Nigga, pipe down! The most non-fighting’ nigga I know and always wanna talk shit! Shut up!” AJ barked. I tried not to chuckle as Amari frowned, trying to buck up to him and getting humbled with one look in a way that only a big brother could.
“Amari, I just said calm yo’ goofy ass down.
” He turned back to me. “Listen, my sister is grown, so ain’t no need to press you on that.
You seem like a cool nigga, so as long as she’s good, ain’t no problems. Amaya tries to play tough all the time, and for the most part, she is, but as hard as she fights, she loves ten times harder.
She’s literally the heart of this family, and I just want to see her happy.
” I nodded, silently agreeing with everything he said.
The way that woman had gone to war for me, even when I didn’t deserve it, was enough to bring me to my knees.
“I completely understand, and I promise to do everything I can to keep her happy,” I agreed.
“That’s all I’m asking, because you a big nigga, so if push comes to shove I ain’t even gon’ fight you, but I got something that will take care of it,” Amari chided.
I couldn’t do shit but laugh. Of course my crazy ass girlfriend would have crazy ass family members who threatened to shoot me if I ever hurt her, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Nigga!” AJ snapped. “And another thing, if you tell her any of the good shit we said about her, we ain’t cool no more! Can’t have her head getting too big on us,” he chuckled.
“Got you,” I replied, laughing. I didn’t need them to do shit, because I was singing that woman’s praises at every given opportunity.
We finished chopping it up and headed back outside where Amaya and Mona were dancing to Back That Azz Up like they were in the middle of the dance floor.
I had personally been blessed with quite a few of her twerks, so I knew she was keeping it PG since she was around her people because the woman had skills.
“Ugh! Can y’all stop?” Amari said in disgust. “Ain’t nobody tryin’ to see that!”
“Speak for yourself,” Tahmir chuckled as he sat back in his chair, eyes locked on Mona. I guess they were cool again.
“Oh my God! Who raised these heathens?” Ana asked as she walked up with their Aunt Nell. They both looked at each other, then back at the ladies.
“Y’all did!” they said in unison.
“Yeah, we saw the Freaknik video! Don’t even play!” Mona said as she and Amaya fell all over each other in a fit of laughter.
“Andre!” Ana hollered as she shot a look at her husband from across the yard.
“What’s up, baby?” he asked.
“Did you show the kids that gotdamn Freaknik video?!” By that point, she was stomping across the grass to go confront him head on.
“What? Baby hell naw, that was your sister!” he said, throwing his hands up in defense, making her turn to look at Chanell accusingly.
“I was just trying to show them my outfit!” she said, laughing.
“You know we were fine as hell—I just had to show these lil’ heffas where they got it from!
” she blurted before sliding in the middle of Amaya and Mona to show off her own dance moves.
Ana laughed and must have realized that she couldn’t beat ‘em, so she joined in, recruiting a few more of their family members to hop in too.
While the women were giving it their all on the makeshift dance floor, Andre and Brian pulled some of us men to the side.
“You drink?” he asked with a mischievous tilt of his head.
“Is this a trick question?” Tahmir shot back.
“Nah, everybody’s grown,” he mused, his smile growing wider as he pulled a huge glass jar from a minifridge he had stashed off to the side.
“You know Mama gon’ be mad if she catches you drinkin’ this, right?” Amari teased.
“Lil’ nigga I’m grown! I do what I want!
If I wanna have a drink, I’ma have a drink,” he fussed, passing each of us a red cup full of clear liquid that smelled like peaches and rubbing alcohol.
I started to decline it, but decided against it, assuring myself that I would only have this one cup and babysit it the rest of the night.
“Pops, please! You know good and well that lady run you!” AJ said, playfully nudging him on the shoulder.
“She think she run me,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“What you say, baby?” Ana asked. I shook my head, because ain’t no way she heard him from where she was.
“Nothing, My Love,” he answered quickly, making us all double over in laughter.
“Oh, it’s funny?” Andre quipped, glaring at us, then honing on Brian. “And I know you ain’t talkin’! Pussy whipped ass nigga!” he yelled, making all of us laugh again.
“Oh, I know I’m whipped,” Brian said. “Nothing short of death is gon’ take me away from that woman over there.
” He blew a kiss at Chanell who promptly blew one back.
Tahmir, Andre, and I all muttered something along the lines of “I feel you.” Before our eyes involuntarily went over to our women as well.
We all had another toast and threw our drinks back.
Amaya’s people were cool—so cool that I caved into peer pressure and forgot how many cups of that damn moonshine or plates of food not on my dietary list that I had.