Page 51 of Still Made For You

“Aye!Bouncethatassbih!” I wobbled my ass while Janae and Serenity hyped me up. Janae twerked right next to me with her big, round belly. She carried her pregnancy so well with her cute self. Wisdom kept peaking over to her ever so often to make sure she was okay. I thought it was the sweetest thing.

“Show out then, Bree!” Everyone danced by the side of the pool. The fellas set up a speaker system out here, so the music blared loudly. The feeling of letting loose with no inhabitation felt incredible.” Dropping down lower, I alternated making my cheeks jump.

“Damn, girl. Hold on, let me try that. My man gone be ready to knock me between the washer and dryer.” Serenity stated. The men were in Messiah’s man cave, but they made a few appearances through the night. Sticking my tongue out and I rode the beat as if I was riding my man. Well, the one in my head.

“Aye! What the fuck y’all got going on?!” We all stopped mid twerk to see the men walking outside.

“Shaking ass, brother. What does it look like?” Ren quipped. Messiah shook his head before signaling for Yaya to turn the music down.

“Ladies, these are my teammates: Raheem, Mega and Onyx. You already know my wife, Yaya. These are my sisters, Serenity and Honesty. My cousins: Ciyani, Janae, Tyeis. They are all taken so don’t even think about tryna spit game.” Messiah glanced my way, but before he could introduce me his friend spook up.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” Onyx asked, holding his hand out for me to shake. I felt like a complete idiot for hesitating when he asked for my name, but the man was so fine I damn near forgot what it was.

“Hi, I’m Breyoun. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, you have some nice dance moves.” He grinned like a cheshire cat. I tucked my hair behind my ear, staring up at him in embarrassment.

“Naw, ain’t nothing to be ashamed of, shorty. You’re fine as hell.” He remarked. My nipples hardened inside of my bathing suit; I silently prayed he didn’t see it.

"Alright, where are the drinks at? And not that cute shit y’all were sipping on.” Loyal bellowed.

“I can mix up a drink for y’all.” I volunteered. Creating new drinks excited me.

“Alright bet. I bought some more ice and the fellas brought bottles. Let me know if you need anything.” Messiah set up a bar outside, making it easy to access. Strutting over to the mini station, I went to work.

“What can I get for you, handsome?” Onyx stood in front of me with his hands tucked in his pocket.

“Surprise me, baby.” I caught a chill from him calling me “baby”. Attempting to play it off, I gave him a wink. He seemed like a dark liquor kind of guy, so I knew just the drink for him.

“Now, what do I get if I don’t like it?” He questioned, inspecting the cup as if he thought I poisoned it.

“Nothing. I guess it’s a risk you have to take, huh?” I flirted back.

“I’m all about taking risks, what about you?” He pressed, eyeing my body before taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m not much of a risk taker, I’m working on it though.” His aura felt intense, and I wanted to know more about him.

“We’re gonna have to work on that. Come holler at me when you get done playing bartender.” He requested, handing me a hundred-dollar bill.

“What’s this for?” I regarded the money in my hand.

“It’s a tip, love.”

“So, you liked my drink?” I quizzed.

“I see a few things I like, the drink is a good start though.” Chills ran done my spine as I tried to pretend his words hadn’t lit a fire inside of me.

“Thank you, I aim to please.”

“That you do.” Onyx lifted his glass, heading back over to the men. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a connection with another man, it scared me. My mind flashed back to the advice from the ladies earlier. I wanted to know what being loved correctly felt like. The only way I will have a chance is if I step out of my comfort zone.

“Come’re.” Onyx called out to me. The drinks were flowing, and everyone was enjoying themselves. I loved the vibe whenever I hung out with them. They were full of joy and love. Things I needed in my life. Not wanting to keep him waiting, I sashayed my way over to him. My massive derriere couldn’t be hidden so I didn’t bother to cover it up as I took a seat on his lap. The liquor brought out the seductive side of me.

“How’re you feeling, baby? Are you enjoying yourself?” His large hands squeezed my thigh meat.

“You keep calling me baby, but I’m not yours.” I smirked, taking another gulp of my drink. My nerves were settling in, so I needed to quiet them down.

“Yet. I believe in speaking things into existence. You may not be mine in this moment, but I can see that changing.” The scent of his cologne mixed with those bedroom eyes reeled me in.

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