Page 119 of Just Listen
“You.” I smirked.
She smiled. “I bet.” She grabbed my hand, forcing me to stand. “Come dance with me.”
She guided me towards the middle of the area, before glancing over her shoulder. “Jhyrah, play that song for me.”
Her sister nodded, before that Destiny’s Child floated through the wireless speakers.
“Boy, I know you want me, I can see it in your eyes…”
Jaylah hooked her arms around my neck and sang to me. Licking my lips, I was trying to hold back a blush, as she vulgarly humped me.
“Man, what chu doing?” I chuckled.
She gazed up into my eyes. “Nothing. Why is your dick hard?”
“No, it’s not,” I lied.
Brazenly, she reached down and groped me. “Stop lying. You wanna fuck me, Khamere?”
“Mann.” I drawled, as my head fell back.
“You got me fucked up!”
Me and Jaylah both whipped our heads around, trying to figure out what was going on. That’s when we saw that Naomi, JJ’s BM was dragging her friend, the girl she’d brought along on the trip, across the sand by her hair. The girl wasn’t getting a lick in, as Naomi worked her face. Then just when it lookedlike it was over, she dropped her friend, before hauling off and slapping JJ.
“You disrespectful muthafucka! Letting that bitch sit on your lap!”
Glimpsing at Big Baby, I was curious to see what she’d do. Her and her sisters.
“That’s right, girl!” Jaylah shouted. “Whup his ass!”
Shaking my head, I chuckled. “Damn. You aint gon try to defend your brother?”
“Nope.” She popped her lips. “We don’t uphold our brothers in the wrong. So, all my sister-in-laws can get active, if they want to. And we’ll always let them.”
I furrowed a brow. “So, y’all do be jumping the men in the family?”
She locked eyes with me. “Yep. So, you better walk light.” She swatted my ass. “And tighten up.”
~~~Chapter 27~~~
“My brother just can’t get right,” Big Baby vented, now that we were tucked away in our room.
“I know, right,” I responded, while feeding Khari a spoonful of mashed potatoes at two in the morning, no less.
It was made clear that childcare was round the clock, but I couldn’t see myself going to bed without my baby, while some women she barely knew were watching her. A few hours here and there was enough. Especially if the sitters weren’t Ms. Shelia or Tia.
Khari was about to be one, and was a very particular baby. She was a bit spoiled and demanding, so I knew the level of patience that had to be practiced with her, and not every person had that. In childcare of not.
“That’s why her fat ass is spoiled now,” Jaylah tittered, as she was casually laying across the bed. “You give her everything she wants.”
“Then I’m doing my job,” I rebutted. “My baby is supposed to be spoiled.” I leaned forward and kissed Khari’s forehead.
“Right,” she agreed, before going silent for a while.
In the meantime, I finished feeding Khari, before changing her diaper, and pouring her a cup of apple juice. Then we finally scooted back into the bed to get more comfortable. Knowing that my baby was sleepy, I laid her on my chest, and patted her pamper, which was sure to put her to sleep.
“Khamere,” Jaylah uttered softly.
