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“That’s why a nigga can never be vulnerable because ya’ll take me for a joke. I really do miss you though. When me, and you chopped it up the last time, I was in a fucked up spot. I had just gotten kicked out of school, and my mama kicked me out the crib too. I didn’t have a stable place to lay my head, so the last thing that I needed was you trying to preach to me. I know that when you get on me about certain shit, that you’re only saying it out of love, but sometimes, the timing just be off. That’s all man,” he voiced. I could hear it in his voice that he was being sincere. It was rare that Quay ever opened up like this, so to hear it, I knew that it took a lot for him to even do it.
“When I come at you like that, I swear I’m not doing that shit in a negative light. I ain’t trying to preach to you when I do it because trust me, I hate when people try to preach to me. You’re my best friend, and I just want what’s best for you, you know? We grew up together, and as small kids, we used to talk about a lot of our dreams and shit, but it seems like the older we get, the more you’ve shifted away from that. You used to talk about football, and how you wanted to go to the NFL one day. You used to be a beast on the football field when you played in elementary school. Because of the career field that my dad is in, he’s told stories to me, and Legend about young niggas getting charged as adults, serving life sentences, and I just be scared that that’s what’s going to happen to you. I know the real you, man. I knowthat underneath all that dope boy shit, that your smart. I know that trapping isn’t the only thing that your good at. You could be beating these niggas ass in football if you really wanted to,” I said to him, and after I finished, I heard him sigh, followed by silence for a bit.
“I hear you. What are you up to though? I hit you just to see if you wanted to hang out or some shit?” he offered. The last time that he offered to go somewhere with me, I was turned off by the end of the conversation, so I declined his offer, and that’s when shit went left with us.
“I’m not home right now. I’m on vacation with my family. We can do something when we get back. That’s cool?” I asked him.
“Yeah man. That’s cool. We should go somewhere on a field, so I can beat your ass in baseball,” he joked, and that shit made me laugh.
“Yeah nigga, you must be using the shit that you out here selling if you think that you going to beat me in baseball. We can get outside on a field though. Get a good workout in. I’m down with that. I been out here, eating a bunch of bullshit, and sipping on these virgin drinks like it’s soda. Let’s get right on the field, so that I can be in perfect shape once summer comes, and we start baseball practice,” I responded, hype about that.
Anything that required some kind of outside physical activity, sweating, and working out, I was all in for that shit.
“Aight. Shit, I’m down. Hit me when you back in town,” he let me know.
“I got you. Stay out of trouble too. I love you, man,” I replied.
“I will. I love you too,” and like that, we hung the phone up.
I’m not sure what had gotten into Quay, but he sounded more positive than our last interaction. I hoped this version of him stayed the same. Hopefully, when we met up, I could get in that nigga’s ear about enrolling in school again. I wasn’t going tocome at him all aggressive like I did the last time because I didn’t want it to get blown out of proportion again.
Chapter Twelve
SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD
It was our last night in Jamacia. It felt like we’d just landed, and were wheeling our suitcases into this beautiful resort, and now it was time to leave in the morning. When I brought this trip up to Yaya, this was originally supposed to have been something for just the two of us, but the boys invited themselves, and I was glad that they did because I had so much fun with my boys these past few days.
I was blessed to have boys that still felt like their daddy was cool, and they still wanted me involved in their day-to-day shit. My boys really did look up to me, and my opinion mattered to them a lot. Although they were getting older, I sat, and I truly observed them these past few days that we’d been here. It could be the simplest things that they would be doing, like a trick in the middle of the ocean, and they would try to get my attention, just so that I could see them. Small shit like that meant a lot to me. I was raising some well-mannered boys too. Yaya and I really did our big one when it came to that because this whole trip, they didn’t skip a moment to thank us for including them on this trip.
Our last night here, and I had plans to take my baby out on a date, but all she wanted to do was sleep. In her defense, we would spent most of our time during the day out in the blazingsun, participating in some kind of excursion, and then we would get back to the room, and I would fuck her like I was going off for war. Yaya was getting her pussy ate and fucked first thing when she would open her eyes in the morning, a couple of times throughout the day when we would make it back to the room, and at night. We went at it hard this evening when we made it back from our excursions, and that explained why she was slumped over in the bed like this.
Before she passed out, I was talking shit to her, telling her how I was going to leave her ass in the room tonight, while I enjoyed my last night here, so as she was sleeping, she was doing it in a way, damn near holding me hostage.
She was lying on her side, snuggled up under my arm. Her leg was draped across my body, as if she was locking me in, and her left hand had a grip on the wife beater that I was wearing. That combo that she had going on was her way of keeping me in place, making sure that I didn’t get up and leave her ass in the bed.
After we made it back to the resort earlier from touring and shit, she showered, got dicked down for about an hour, only to shower again, so she’d changed into this outfit that she’d picked out earlier when we were at Harbour street craft market. She had on these little ass black shorts, with green, and yellow in them, and because the shorts fit her the way that they did, a little bit of her ass cheeks were hanging out. The top was a black cropped shirt, and on the front were the words ‘Jamaica’ in yellow, and green writing. Her hair was in its curly state, and it was pulled up into a sloppy bun that sat on top of her head. She looked so peaceful as she slept.
I ended up leaning my head over, and I started placing kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, and I went for her lips, kissing her multiple times there. During that, it caused her to jump out ofher sleep, she looked around all confused, and once she saw it was me, she gave me a half smile, and her eyes closed right back.
“Bae, get up. I thought we were supposed to go out on a date tonight. I gotta find one of them Jamaicantingsdownstairs, and take them out on a date?” I asked, knowing damn well that she wasn’t going to find that funny.
“Papi, I’m tiredddd,” she whined, keeping her eyes closed.
“Damn baby, I can’t get an hour? I just want to see you put on something sexy, while you let your man take you out. I can’t do that?” I asked, coming closer to her, and I wrapped an arm around her waist, and my hand went lower, slapping her on her ass a couple of times. She didn’t respond to the question that I’d asked her, but I knew she heard me.
In the little ass shorts that she was wearing, I was able to pull them to the side a little bit from the back, along with her panties, and on some slick shit, I brushed two fingers against her pussy from the back. The second she felt me do that, her eyes opened and looked up at me. Her red eyes looked so tired, as they pleaded for me not to start anything with her. The second my fingers brushed against her pussy from the back, and I got a quick feel of how wet she was, I knew that I had to go ahead, and handle that.
“Okay, I’ll get up,” her slick ass tried to say, thinking that that was going to get her out of the smoke.
“Let me taste it,” I bribed, lips right in front of hers. I bit down on her bottom lip, just adding a little pressure, and then I used my tongue to trace her full lips.
“Sevyn, you’re the reason I keep sleeping like this. You keep doing stuff to me,” she fussed, making shit worse for herself because I was a sucker for that whining shit, and it was only making a nigga rock up even more.
“We ain’t gotta fuck. Let me just taste it. Ya, this shit leaking right on my fingers. Let me eat it,” I was damn near begging, not giving a fuck either.
I took the fingers out of her, and I showed her the way her pussy juices had coated it. I let her see me put both fingers in my mouth, licking them clean, and that’s when I stood up from the bed, going for the foot. I grabbed her by her small ankles, pulling her down to the bottom, so that I could remove the shorts, and the lace underwear that she was wearing.
There was a bench that sat right in front of the bed, and that’s where I chose to sit. Pussy was right in my face, and her vaginal lips were a little swollen from what I’ve been putting it through these past three days. I got a hold of her legs, pushing them back, so that they were folded, and right in front of me was a bald, fat pussy, and I dove straight in, going for her clit, softly sucking on it. That pussy tasted so fuckin good, that I had to close my eyes, and moan through that shit.
