16. Sixteen - Ahmad
Sixteen - Ahmad
C orin jumped on my ass as soon as I pulled up and picked her up from the Arrivals Lane. She wanted to know where her nephew was, what was going on with his mother, what mom said about my situation, and on and on.
I had to tell her to chill the hell out then dropped her ass off at my house so I could go pick up Jameela and Ahmir.
Of course, she wanted to go, but I immediately vetoed that request. I wanted Jameela to at least have a peaceful car ride before being stressed out by my sister.
Once I arrived at Jameela’s the nanny was there with Ahmir and Jameela had yet to arrive.
She’d been extremely tired since she returned to work. I knew I needed to be cautious on how I approached the situation, but she really didn’t need to work if she didn’t want to. Taking care of her and Ahmir, and also keeping the nanny, wouldn’t even put a dent in my pockets.
I didn’t want her to over work herself, especially if she didn’t need to, but something in me told me she wasn’t just going to accept me taking care of her.
“Hi Ms. Cara,” I greeted the nanny as I went to pick Ahmir up from his swing.
The feeling that overtook me when he looked at me never ceased to amaze me. The little guy quickly became my world, and I would do anything to keep him and his mama happy.
“Hi dear. Jameela just called and said she was on her way back. She slept longer than planned at Kennedy’s house. I told her to stop fussing and take her time, but you know that girl.”
I smiled at Ms. Cara, “Yes, ma’am I do. Hopefully I will be able to get her to slow down.”
“Mm huh… sure.”
Ms. Cara had only been with us for a short period of time, but she already knew how stubborn Jameela was. So, I just chuckled at her response.
Jameela came bursting through the door, like she knew we were talking about her.
“Baby, where’s the fire?” I asked.
I had to remember to remind myself that we weren’t actually in a relationship, but the way I felt for her… I just couldn’t hide it. So, it often showed through my greetings. I was always catching myself calling her baby or giving her a kiss when I walked into her apartment.
The shit was confusing as hell, and I was ready to tell her that I done fell in love with her ass.
“I’m so sorry I’m late. I didn’t realize how tired I was,” she said as she took Ahmir from my arms.
“Jameela, it’s okay. You needed some rest. No one is mad at you for that. Ms. Cara has things under control.” I wanted to say, and you don’t have to work so much. But I wisely left that thought in my head. She wasn’t about to curse my ass out.
Jameela was fiery when she felt like she was being told to do something, or that she couldn’t do something. I wasn’t about to step into that minefield, especially before going to see my sister.
“I know… I just…” she trailed off.
I walked over and kissed her on her forehead.
“It’s okay, MiMi,” I told her, getting the reaction I was looking for.
Whenever I called her MiMi, her mood lightened, and her gaze would instantly become lust-filled.
I winked at her, and she smiled harder.
“You ready to go meet my annoying little sister?”
Jameela let out a chuckle and nodded.
“I already have your bags packed. Everything you’ll need for you and the baby are is squared away,” Ms. Cara said, and walked closer to Jameela. “I even packed you something nice from your top drawer.”
“Ms. Cara!” Jameela squealed.
“What? Don’t you think I know how that adorable little boy got here? Go on and enjoy yourselves… maybe Dr. James’ sister will babysit”
I had to laugh at Ms. Cara. We made it clear that we were only co-parenting during our interview of her, but apparently nothing got past her seasoned eyes.
I grabbed our bags while Jameela strapped Ahmir into the car seat.
“You heard the woman… let’s go.” I smacked her on her ass while she was bent over the car seat.
“Ahmad Saeed James!” Jameela squealed.
A laugh escaped my lips at her reaction.
“Bring ya ass, girl.”
“What if your sister doesn’t like me?”
“Please do not worry about Corin. She is harmless. Plus, once she lays eyes on Ahmir, you and I are going to be invisible… watch.”
The drive to Alexandria was short from Jameela’s Northeast condo. I periodically stroke her thigh to soothe any nervousness she was feeling about meeting someone from my family for the first time.
When we pulled up to my house and I drove up the U-shaped driveway, Jameela’s eyes bulged out of her head, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What? You thought I was some basic ass doctor or something? I run shit. And with that comes certain luxuries.”
I said all of that jokingly, because I didn’t really give a shit about materialistic things. All of the things I’ve spent money on was just because I could.
Regaining her composure, Jameela rolls her eyes. And another chuckle escaped my lips.
“Come on, woman.”
I got out of the car, grabbed Ahmir’s car seat and told her I’d come back for the rest of her things.
The front door to my house opened before we were even up the walkway.
“Omg! Is that my nephew?” Corin asks excitedly.
I exhaled in exasperation.
My sister is so damn extra.
Once we got settled into the house, Corin wasted no time going for Ahmir. I’m surprised Jameela didn’t tell her to back the hell up, because the look in her eyes said she wanted to. However, she reined it in.
Rubbing on her lower back, I gave her a look to silently let her know it was okay.
“Maad, he’s beautiful.” Corin stared at Ahmir in awe. “I can’t believe you’re a dad.”
“I can’t believe it myself sometimes. Corin, this is Jameela.”
I was still unsure what to call her. I wanted to say, my woman, but I haven’t had that conversation with her yet, so I didn’t want to make things awkward in front of my sister.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jameela. I didn’t think Ahmad would ever settle down. It’s always been school, work and more work. I’m glad he found you.”
Well so much for making shit awkward, I thought.
Corin just didn’t know when to shut her damn mouth.
Jameela gave Corin a small smile.
“It’s nice to meet you also.”
She refrained from commenting on us finding one another. And I had to admit to myself that I was a little disappointed. I need some type of sign from her that I’m more than just her fuck buddy and baby daddy.
But she gave nothing away.
We all sat in the living room and Corin told me all about the West Coast and how much she loves it.
I’m glad she’s happy, but I can’t even deny that with my mom in the islands and Corin across the country, that I miss having family in the same city.
Corin finally relinquished Ahmir so that Jameela could feed him and put him down.
I followed Jameela to make sure she knew where she was going. I also wanted to give her a tour of the house.
When we settled on the door to the nursery, I held my breath, wanting to take in her reaction to what I’ve done.
“Oh my…” Jameela said as her words trailed off. “...when did you do this? It’s amazing.”
She took in the nursery and her mouth hung open.
I didn’t know when I would leave her place, my intentions were to never leave her, or at least bring her with me whenever I did.
So, I had an interior designer come in and design the nursery.
I wanted to be sure that Ahmir had a home here too.
I never wanted him to feel like he’s an afterthought.
I also wanted that to be clear to Jameela as well.
The nursery was decorated with an animal kingdom theme, with a lion being the prominent animal painted on the mural wall.
The crib was an olive-green color, and the room had greens, golds and an array of other vibrant colors throughout.
Everything came out so perfect. It was definitely money well spent.
“As soon as I found out. I made some calls to ensure my son had a place of his own in my home. Both you and Ahmir will always be welcome here and I want to make sure that you both feel at home whenever you’re here.”
“Thank you, Saeed.”
I know she was moved by actions. As always, she let Saeed fall from her lips whenever she was feeling an array of strong emotions.
And I was happy with making her happy.
You really gotta talk to her, man. All of this silent pining ain’t the move.
My thoughts were tiring, but I knew that little nagging voice was right. I needed to figure this shit out. And make sure that Jameela was mine.
Knowing that she liked her bonding time before bed, I left her to get Ahmir situated and went back downstairs to my sister.
“Brother, you did good! Jameela seems like a wonderful woman.”
“You’ve known her for all of two hours. Chill, Corin.”
She sucked her teeth.
“Whatever. I can see in your eyes that you really care for her. It’s a good look on you. I was starting to think you were gay.”
“Mannn, if you don’t get the fuck outta here. You know better than that shit.”
Her laughs filled the space and I had to shake my head.
Corin always knew how to make me the center of her corny ass jokes.
“Well, brother, I’m going to link up with some friends tonight. I’ll leave you and your boo to have some alone time. But I’m telling you now, I plan on spending as much time with little Ahmir that I can while I’m here. I want to make sure he knows I’m his favorite auntie.”
“Girl, you’re his only auntie.”
“Oh. Jameela doesn’t have any sisters?”
“Nah. She’s an only child and her parents passed. She doesn’t talk much about her family, so don’t go sticking your nose into shit being all nosy.”
Corin threw her hands up.
“I’ll be on my best behavior. At least until you tell her how much you love her, and she tells you the same in return. After that, all bets are off… I’m getting all of the scoop.”
“Didn’t you say you had somewhere to be?”
I wanted her to get the hell out.
I was already planning on burying myself deep inside Jameela’s walls tonight. The idea of christening my home with her sweet nectar had my dick ready. But I had to control that shit until my sister was out of my space.
Corin came and kissed me on the cheek.
“It’s really good seeing you, big brother. I miss you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Wait, how are you getting around?”
“Umm… duh. I’m taking the keys to the beamer.”
I jumped the fuck up at that.
“Aye Corin! Don’t play with me!”
“What? You said yourself, it’s just a car. I won’t do anything to it.”
“Corin, that’s a one hundred- and thirty-thousand-dollar car. Don’t you want to take the Audi?”
“Now where’s the fun in that? I’m gonna test out the M8 instead.”
Her ass ran off and out the door so fast.
I’ma fuck her up if she messes up my ride.
I know I said all this shit was just materialistic, but still… don’t fuck with a man’s car.
I closed my eyes and said a prayer for my baby. Then I said one for my sister.
Just as I was opening my eyes, Jameela strolled her sexy ass into the living room in one of my tee shirts and my damn mouth watered.
“I wanted to take a shower, but you didn’t bring my bag up, so I grabbed a shirt out of your top drawer. Sorry if that was too intrusive.”
“Jameela, you can do whatever you want in my home. I want you to feel like this is your home while you’re here.”
“Thank you.”
All I could do was nod. Because my thoughts were stuck on the fact that she didn’t have any panties on, because her bag was still sitting in the foyer.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Starved. I barely ate today. I went to Kennedy’s and fell asleep, woke up and came straight home, so I haven’t had anything since this morning.”
I got up and strolled over to her. Once I was in front of her, I lifted her chin so she could look up at me.
“You gotta take care of yourself better than that, baby. I need you nourished.”
My words came out husky. Being around Jameela always had me turned the hell on.
By the way her nipples began to poke through my shirt that covered her body, she was equally turned on.
I leaned down to taste her luscious lips, and she moaned at the contact allowing me to slip my tongue into her warm, minty mouth.
“Shit, MiMi… I want you so damn bad. It drives me fucking crazy.”
“I want you too.”
That was all I needed. I picked her ass up and told her to wrap her legs around my waist. I know she said she was hungry, but the way her body called to me… food was going to have to wait.
The energy between us took a quick turn, and I couldn’t even control it. Next thing I knew, I had her up against the wall, pants around my damn thighs and pulling her onto my dick.
“Jameela, damn, girl. What are you doing to me? I just wanna live in this pussy. You're making me lose my damn mind.”
“Nah… I’m MiMi when you’re buried this deep inside me.”
Shitttt.
I was going to come.
I leaned down and bit her nipple through her shirt and stroked her harder, needing her to come with me. I was not about to leave her hanging. I wanted her to fall apart with me.
She always had the ability to pull the nut right out of me, with her warm, tight walls, sweet melodic words and soft touches. I swear Jameela took me to another level.
“Baby… urgggh,” I groaned. “Shit, MiMi…”
My release was right there, and I tried like hell to pull it back.
Jameela moaned my name and contracted around my dick, and I was done for. I spurted deep in her walls. The way that shit came up out of my ass, I would’ve thought I hadn’t had sex in months instead of a mere day. But that was what Jameela did to me. She owned my dick, and took what she wanted.
And my ass was willing to give her any damn thing she wanted.
I continued to stroke through my explosion, to make sure Jameela got her own release, but the way her walls gripped me, I knew she did.
Even though we both met our end, I selfishly didn’t want our connection to be over.
“Saeed… you make me feel so damn good.”
Jameela’s moans and whimpers against my ear already had my dick stirring again.
But I wanted to get some food in her.
I kissed her one last time and planted her back on her feet. She wobbled a bit, and I smirked. I loved seeing her with that, I just got fucked good walk. So, I let her lead the way into the kitchen so I could stare after her and watch her ass as it jiggled and tried to escape the bottom of my tee.