Page 44 of Jaeda

I scoffed. “Now who’s bringing up old shit?”

It was his turn to laugh. “The point is, . . . we’re here now. It all worked out for the best.”

I smiled and nodded. “It did.”

He beckoned me to him, and I leaned into his space.

“Closer,” he said in a deep, gruff tone.

I moved closer.

“That ain’t close enough.”

I gave a nervous giggle. “You want me in your lap or something?”

“You comfortable with that?”

I swallowed hard and nodded. Maneuvering myself, I straddled his lap. He gripped my hips to steady me as he slouched down on the couch. His hands then glided up myside, briefly cupping my face before his fingers slid through my tresses.

“You are so fucking beautiful, you know that?” he said. “Flawless.”

I blushed hard as hell. “You’re gonna give me a big head.”

“You deserve that shit. For every nigga that fumbled you, I’m gonna make up for it.”

His hand moved to the back of my neck. With a firm grip, he pulled my head to his, connecting our lips for the third time tonight. Kissing him had quickly become my favorite pastime. While his hands roamed my body, it was still respectable. He didn’t grope me or try to take my clothes off, even though part of me desperately wanted him to touch me.

It didn’t help that I could feel his dick growing beneath me. Without seeing it, I knew the bulge planted firmly between my legs was a sight to behold. My hips involuntarily began to move as I kissed him back with reckless abandon. Moans fell, occupying the minimal space between us.

His hands fell to my ass, gripping it as he grinded back against me.

“Let me know when you need that,” he said with a chuckle.

“I—”

The sound of knocking on the door halted our movements. Quaid sighed as he looked over at the monitor on the wall. There stood Titan with a frown on his face.

“I’ma kill him,” he mumbled.

He tapped my thigh, motioning for me to move. I rolled over onto the couch, trying to get myself together. Shit almost got real between us just now, and I needed to breathe.

He got up and went to the door, snatching it open.

“What, man?”

Titan took a step back and looked him up and down before peering over his shoulder at me in the living room. A grin spread across his face.

“Hey, Jaeda.”

“Hey, Titan.”

“What are y’all in here doing that I interrupted?”

“Minding our damn business,” Quaid answered.

“Mm-hmm. Both of y’all looking flustered and shit. Game recognize game.”

He playfully slapped Quaid’s chest, and I palmed my face.

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