“Yeah, that’s true.”
“PJ is a good kid. Disciplined when it comes to the game. A little undisciplined when it comes to letting Marilyn in his pockets,” Jackie said. “But he’s a good kid. You got lucky, Steele.”
Antonio smiled. “I told him he was a happy accident, indeed. A blessing. Just realized that a little too late, it seems.”
“Never too late.” Jackie gently nudged him in the side. “You all still have a lot of time. PJ has a parent who cares about him. Some of us aren’t so lucky.”
“But you had a great dad when he was here,” Antonio said, holding Jackie a little tighter.
Jackie sighed. “He was amazing, but I wasn’t talking about him.”
“You weren’t?”
Jackie sat up, pulling the sheet up to her bare shoulders. “I never had an example of what a mom should be like. I wouldn’t have the first clue how to be a mom. Mine wasn’t the least bit maternal. Before my dad’s injury, it was all about appearances and looking good for the cameras. But once the cameras were off, she was so cold. She couldn’t be bothered with me, like I was a nuisance. Our housekeeper did my hair, picked out my clothes, fixed my scraped knees when I fell off my bike. When my dad stopped playing baseball, and the money dried up—mostly due to her lavish spending and mismanagement—she was gone. She never looked back at her old life, which included me. She was off to find her next meal ticket.” Jackie straightened her shoulders, which she hadn’t realized were slumped. “I realize now,” Jackie spoke, her voice stronger and more confident, “I never deserved that treatment from her.”
Antonio took Jackie’s hand, gently stroking her knuckles. “Sorry, Lucky. I didn’t know it was that bad with your mom. I know you said you all didn’t really communicate.”
“We are completely no-contact. I see what she’s doing on social media, though. Her old ass is still out here boppin’ and thottin’ around. She’s damn-near sixty and finessing men for money. Last I checked, husband number four—or is it five?—is a soccer player in Turkey that’s like fifteen years her junior.”
“Moms is a cougar, huh?” Antonio chuckled. “She could be on one of those reality TV shows or something.”
“I’m sure she’d be great television,” Jackie groaned. “Jacqueline is something else.”
“Wait,” Antonio said. “Is your mom also named Jacqueline?”
“Yeah, I’m a Junior. Jaqueline Angelica Miles Jr. The lady was so self-centered she didn’t even bother to give me my own name. Literally, my driver’s license has Junior on it. The folks at the DMV are always puzzled.”
“So…can I call you Junior?” Antonio teased.
“Don’t be a fool, now. The last guy who called me Junior got punched in the nuts. My cousin Gideon still flinches when I ball up my fist.”
Antonio howled with laughter. “Yo, that temper on you is something else, ma. You need something to cool you off.” He was starting to think a round of boozy milkshakes might not be a bad idea.
But Jackie’s eyes looked at him with so much heat, they could have melted ice in the Arctic. “Cool off?”
Antonio bit his lip, staring down at her. “You trying to get heated again?”
Antonio watched as Jackie slowly slid under the covers, totally hidden as she positioned herself right in front of his dick. “Oh, you trying to burn the place down, huh?”
As soon as Antonio felt Jackie’s slick mouth on him, he lost all sense, reason, and rational thought. He gripped the sheets and prepared himself for the three-alarm fire that was Jacqueline Miles Jr.
“No, INEED ANOTHER ONE,” ANTONIO WHISPERED AGAINSTJackie’s lips.
Antonio had always loved kissing. Sometimes, he loved kissing more than sex itself.
He especially enjoyed morning kisses, which was why he wanted to get as many as he could before they departed Savannah. He grabbed a handful of Jackie’s ample ass and pulled her on top of him, all while not breaking his kiss. “Just give me five more minutes, Lucky. Then I’ll let you get up.”
“Ant, please, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” Jackie said, still giving in to the kisses that he was giving her. With Jackie, Antonio didn’t give a damn about morning breath. That’s how he knew he was in too deep.
“Your mouth and mine have been in some very intimate places; I think we’ll survive not brushing our teeth for a few kisses,” Antonio said, smiling.
Jackie undulated her hips against his growing erection. “True. I can think of one place mine has been that I wouldn’t mind saying good morning to again.”
“See, I just wanted to kiss. You’re over here starting stuff,” chuckled Antonio.
“I promise I’ll be good,” Jackie said, her lips pouting playfully.
“For now,” he teased, kissing the tip of her nose. “In the shower, you can be as bad as you want.”
