Page 82 of Jaeda

That night in Jaeda’s basement lived rent free in my head. I woke up thinking about it. I thought about it during the day. I went to sleep thinking about it. The shit was the product of my dreams. The way she wore that outfit paired with the way she rode my dick that night was an all-star performance.

That “Kitana wins” line almost took me out. We fell into a fit of laughter after that. Baby deserved her flowers, and I’d been sending them to her house daily since then. I looked at the clock and saw it was about time for her to call me. Every day after her delivery, she called me like clockwork. Just as I looked up from my timepiece, my phone rang. I smiled as her picture flashed across the screen.

“Hey, love.”

“Quaid, . . . you’re gonna have my house looking like a florist shop if you keep this up,” she said, amusement in her voice. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome. How’s your day going?”

“Good. We don’t have a case right now, so I’ve just been enjoying a me day. I’m about to go make my rounds to see these babies, though. I have to get my auntie time in with them.”

“I’m sure you’re a great auntie. That’s the downside of being an only child. I don’t get that uncle love.”

“I’m more than happy to share mine with you if you stick around long enough.”

“What have I told you?”

She giggled. “That you’re not going anywhere. I know, and I remember.”

“Good.”

“We do have to introduce you to the kids. They were all with their grandparents last week, but I promise they are a trip.”

“Are your brothers anything like your father as dads?”

She laughed loudly. “They are suckers. Those kids get anything they want out of them. Spoiled isn’t the word.”

“So you aren’t spoiled?”

“Not at all!”

“Baby, . . . at your big age, your father took you to the toy store and spent several hundred dollars on Legos.”

“It wasn’t just the toy store! We went to Best Buy too.”

“That doesn’t make it any better, love. You’re spoiled just as much as you’re protected.”

“In my defense, I was the only girl for a long time. It was my birthright.”

I chuckled. “I guess I have to get on board with spoiling you too, huh?”

“All I want from you is your time.”

“So no dick?”

“And time with your dick, . . . your fingers, . . . that mouth.”

“The freak in you is making more frequent appearances.”

“You shouldn’t have fucked me like that. Now I think about it all the time.”

“Do you now?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“What do you do when you think about it?”

“Well,” she said seductively, “sometimes I t—Daddy! Oh my God!”

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