Page 5 of Chasing Church
“But I was two. On earth. You were just arriving, . . . little cousin. Anyway, this is Jones. Jones, this is my little sister-in-law, Church.”
“What’s up?” he asked. I gave a small wave and an even smaller smile.
“He’s gonna be the foreman for your production room project. And it pisses me off ’cause I really wanna do it myself. I got so many ideas. But I made a commitment to this tech mogul to start his mountain-view mansion.”
“I understand,” I said with a chuckle. “Money talks, in-laws walk.” We both laughed. “Nah, I know the bed and breakfast is successful, but you and Bailey have twins coming. You wanna make sure that your finances are where they need to be.” The three of us stood there in silence. I didn’t know how to ask Bright in front of Jones, if he was really sure that Jones was the right man for the job.
I guess my silence went on too long because Jones spoke. “You look like you got something on your mind, miss ma’am. Speak your piece.”
“I, um. I just need to be sure that you’re serious about this job. This production room is super critical to my business. I don’t have time to waste. I?—”
“Wow.” He dragged out the word. “It’s judgy as hell how you assume I’m gon’ waste your time.”
“That’s not what I said,” I told him.
At the same time, Bright said, “That’s not what she said.”
“I heard what she said, dawg. Check it out, miss ma’am. Cuzzo got several crews and several foremen. If you ain’t confident in working with me, I’m sure he can hook you up wit’ somebody else.”
Bright turned away from me and eyed Jones. “Is you cool? She don’t know you, dawg. She’s a client—asking a question that any client would ask when they meet a new foreman. Re-fucking-lax.” He turned to me. “Churchy,” he called me by my familial nickname. “You’re the baby sister I never had. I’m proud of all the moves you’re making. Getting away from that fuckboy you was living with that none of us liked.”
I twisted my lips. “Y’all all liked him at first.”
“At first, before we realized he was a fuckboy. Moving on, I’m proud of you. Startin’ your own business. Being a lady boss. I get it. It’s stressful and inefficient to have to use the commercial kitchen at the lodge to make your products. I get how mucheasier and how timesaving it would be to have your production facility right here at home.
“I wouldn’t put Jones on your job if I thought he couldn’t fuck with it. Cousin or not, I would’ve put him on a different job. I’ma always put you in a position to win, lil’ sis. So, even though you don’t know him, and you don’t trust him, ’cause I know how hard it is to get you damn Kingsley women to trust, you can trust me. You can trust Bailey. If she thought I was giving you somebody that’s not up to par . . .” He let his thoughts trail off.
I had to grin because he was right. Bailey would let him have it if she thought he wasn’t doing right by me. “Okay.” I nodded my head at Bright before turning my attention to Jones, with his fine ass.
Jones had long hair that came down to his shoulders. I usually didn’t like long hair on men. Actually, I typically despised it, preferring some variation of a neat fade to anything else. But on Jones, the long hair with the loose curl pattern somehow added to his appeal.
Still, his appeal was just physical. I couldn’t help but remember that I saw him with not one but two different women the night before. And Jenna told us that he said he had spent his entire afternoon being sexed and sucked by the chick from the barbershop. I was building a business. I didn’t have time to bop with the local thot, . . . no matter how fine he was.
“When can you start?” I asked him.
Chapter 4
Jones
Jenna’s little ass was nasty. While I didn’t have any feelings about her one way or the other, I definitely liked the fact that she was a freak. The way she spit the cum back on my dick and started licking and sucking again immediately bricked me right back up. Her damn jaws had to have been part of a vacuum cleaner in another lifetime. The grip she had on me was otherworldly.
“Shit,” I gritted out from between clenched teeth. I pumped her face with no regard for her ability to breathe. I only cared about my nut. As I felt it building, I glanced down at her. She had me about to blow my second nut in record-breaking time. Shit, if she wasn’t such a bop, I would’ve kept her for her dick-sucking skills alone, but I was a bop myself. There was no way two bops would ever do anything productive together. Fucking would get in the way. So, nah.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I would’ve sworn that I could see clouds and hear harps. But I was snatched from entering paradise by a nasally, whiny voice. “Jones! Who the fuck is this bitch?”
I kept pumping Jenna’s face, but I slowly opened my eyes to see Kylena standing there behind the barn, in the thicket oftrees where Jenna and I had ducked off to . . . engage. How the fuck did Kylena find us out here? It was like once you gave a bitch the dick, she automatically got an internal GPS for your whereabouts. I didn’t need that shit.
“Don’t stop,” I told Jenna, not knowing that she heard me until the force of her suction increased. I smiled to myself. She was definitely gonna be my go-to for head.
“You gonna keep fucking that bitch in the mouth while I’m standing here? Like it wasn’t my mouth you was fucking on Friday?”
Sometimes, I worried about the future of women. Did they even pay attention to shit that came out of their own mouths? They called men disrespectful, when they didn’t have respect for themselves. You want me to give you something you don’t give yourself? Make it make sense. Watching Kylena watch me fuck Jenna’s mouth made my dick even harder. “Say, come here,” I said to Kylena.
“Fuck you!” She crossed her arms across her chest, her head shaking back and forth.
“Get your ass over here!”
She stomped her way closer to Jenna and me. “What?”
