“Which part you a come from?” Her voice sharp.
“The club,” I retort. She’s nodding like har head a chip.
“That’s what I figured. I called you, Nickoi.”
“Mi phone did dead,” I say simply.
She looks away. “Right.”
I step toward her and kiss the side of her neck. She pulls away. “Don’t touch me.” I inhale deeply. The tension between us is heavy..
“So mi cyaa miss a call now?” I ask, frustrated. “Mi did deh a the club. Neva’ a do nutt’n crazy.”
“You could’ve texted. Plugged in your phone. Told someone to let me know. Something.” She’s right. But I don’t say it. I just stare at her.
“You’re mad at me for not answering my phone… Jah kno,” I half chuckle, then I’m serious again. She doesn’t reply. Her mouth parts slightly, and I see it, the way her chest is rising and falling. Her eyes on mine. Challenging. Needing. Burning. I step closer.
“Yuh angry,” I murmur.
“No shit.” I touch her thigh, sliding my hand under the oversized shirt. Her skin is warm. Her thighs open slightly, despite the fire in her eyes.
“Yuh miss me.”
“Nick—”
I silenced her with a kiss. Slow. Deep. My hand moves to her panties, only thing is, I feel flesh, she has nothing underneath my shirt. My gaze climbs up to her and she let out a low breath. My fingers soaked already.
“Tell me you don’t want me right now,” I whisper, teasing her ear. She bites down into her bottom lip. Hard.
“That’s why yuh vex bout the call,” I pull the shirt over her head, revealing her soft brown skin and perfect curves. She reaches for my pants, undid them, then grab me. “P-please…” she pleads. The heat between us explodes. I push her back against the couch, sliding into her slowly, she grants me with easy access. No drawz in the way. I easedeeper,eyes close. She moans in my ear like she needed it, like her little argument only made her want me more.
“N-nickoi…” spills into the air. Her nails claw my back. I kiss her shoulder, her collarbone, her jaw. Pleasure firing through me rapidly, her walls clenching around me. The. Best. Feeling. In. The. World.
“Zara,”I groan into her skin, sliding in and out, but not too far out, grinding into her G spot. Her weakness.
“Nickoi… please… mi cyaa… ughh,” she whispers. I don’t stop hitting the spot. Her walls suddenly tighten mid-stroke, clamping down so hard it halts my motion. I grunt, caught in the grip of her body, like it refused to let me go. I can’t last when she does shit like that…
“I hate you sometimes,” she breathes, eyes rolling back. She spreads those thick legs wider, her toes, hooked in my jeans, dragging it all the way down, I step out of them, close my hand around her throat, and stroke her slow, rocking into every ounce of nerve in her body. “Don’t stop,” she begs. I glance down, liking how her toes curls. She bites my shoulder.
“R-right deh so… yesss… deeper.” Her body twisting in pleasure in the sofa, has to be the sexiest shit I’ve seen in a while. I grip the sofa, so that every stroke lands exactly where I want it, now balls deep, pounding with all the pent up tension in my body, my bottom lip tucked in. I don’t stop until her legs are shaking. Until her back arches and she cries out.
“Mmmm… N-nickoi…” I hold her face in my hands as I release a load into her just as she’s creaming me, sweat sticking to our skin. After, I stayed inside her, smiling as my dick jumped in her, my chest pressed to hers. She kisses my temple.
“Answer your damn phone next time.”
I chuckle.
34
North Coast
The sun feels cruel today, almost like Jamaica borrowed an extra sun from somewhere. I’m in the Pizza Hut drive-thru, stuck behind four cars, and the line’s barely crawling. Sweat sticks to the back of my thighs, and even with the AC on, I feel like I’m baking. Thank God for Gavin. Gavin on the phone distracting me with pure mixup. Apparently Sash deh talk to a bad man from Denham Town now.
“Zara, wah mi seh? Mi nah look!” he barks.
I laugh. “Why am I laughing? This isn’t even funny.” But sometimes, yuh affi tek serious things and mek joke. I glance toward the entrance of the building. People walking in and out with bags and boxes, looking way too calm while I sit here melting.
“Mi seh afta she have Marko, the wannabe bad man weh beat har, now she gone deh wid one more Denham Town bwoy? Zara,wah mi seh? Mi nah look pon har when lick start reach har skin,” Gavin continues.
