Page 50 of Juke
“I see I ain’t the only one glowing,” I joked.
“Mhm… you’ll be next. My brother ain’t took his eyes off you yet,” Nic spoke.
“Gone and give that man another baby,” Mel chimed in.
“Uh… no, ma’am. He’ll be alright,” Kasha countered. “Go ahead and give Kilo another baby while you all over here in my uterus.”
That caused us to laugh and Buck’s nosy ass to ask what we were lying about. Everything went good. My parents seemed to like Rashad and couldn’t wait to see him fight in person tomorrow. I smiled as I watched him play around with the boys. He was good with kids, and for a second it had me thinking about how he would be as a father.
By the time the sun started setting, everyone was winding down. The little kids were getting fussy indicating that they had tired themselves out. I knew their parents were just fine with that. The bigger kids were in a corner on their phones. Poor Liberty couldn’t laugh too hard or Jace and Keenan was snatching her phone from her to see what she was doing. The men loved the fact that they were so protective of her, while she hated it.
Mama and Aunt Shaunie were in the kitchen packing plates to send home while the men were still clustered outside, still lying and talking about Rashad’s fight tomorrow. I’d just stepped back outside with Nic and headed over to Rashad. When I got close, he pulled me into his side.
“You ready to get outta here?” he asked.
“Nigga, didn’t I tell you ’bout being all on my cousin like that? Unc, you gone let him feel up your daughter like that?” Buck instigated.
“Stop being messy, Lincoln, and let’s go,” Nic fussed.
“Goldie, bring that down, baby, ’fore I do you something out here,” Buck joked.
“You ain’t gone do shit,” Keenan blurted.
“I swear I’m gone beat yo’ ass. You ain’t coming to my house either. Yo’ mama needs to hurry up and bring her ass home. I’ain no fucking daycare.”
We all laughed at their banter before we all gathered our things to leave. After hugging my parents and telling them I’ll see them tomorrow, we left.
Once we made it outside to the truck, Rashad opened my door, but instead of letting me get in, he leaned on the frame, looking at me before he bent down, kissing me slow and deliberate right there in my aunt and uncles driveway with my cousins just a few feet away.
“I hope Rell knocks yo’ bitch ass out tomorrow!” Buck yelled before shutting Nic inside the truck.
When he finally let me go, his thumb brushed my chin. “Let’s get you home.”
By the time we got inside his condo, I was ready to get out these clothes and relax, but it was clear Rashad had other plans by the way his arm hooked around my waist, and he yanked me back into him.
“I couldn’t wait to get you back here to do this.” His hand slid under my top, gripping my breast.
I turned in his arms and kissed him, slow at first, but it intensified fast. His tongue slid against mine, his hands roaming everywhere, pulling me closer like he couldn’t get enough. Hewalked me backward until my legs hit the couch, and we went down together.
He broke the kiss only long enough to tug my top over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes raked over my bra and the swell of my breasts. “Fuck… look at you. You sexy as fuck. You know that?” His mouth was on me before I could respond, sucking and biting until my back arched. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, and his muscles flexing under my palms. He pulled it off himself, then went right back to kissing me like he had a point to prove.
“Take these off,” he said, tugging at my jeans.
I pushed them down, and he peeled them the rest of the way off, his lips trailing over my thighs. “You know what I’m ’bout to do to you, right?”
I nodded.
When his tongue slid over me, I grabbed the back of his head. When he reached my pussy, my breath got caught in my throat at the feeling of him circling his tongue over my clit.
“Mhm… there she go.” He slid his fingers inside of me, hitting that spot that had my hips rolling into him. “Yeah… just like that.”
The pressure built fast, and when it hit, I gripped his hair, crying out as my legs shook. He didn’t let up… just kept going until my body couldn’t take it, until I was trying to push him away and he just chuckled against me. When he finally came up, he kissed me, letting me taste myself on him, before sliding into me in one deep stroke that knocked the breath from my lungs.
“Eyes on me.” His voice was low and demanding.
I looked at him, and the way he stared back had me clinging to him. He set a hard pace, each thrust pulling another sound from me. “You feel that?” he asked between strokes. “That’s me making sure you’on ever question where you stand with me again.”
“Rashad…” I whimpered.
