Page 28 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“Shit, you know I’m down for that. Go ahead and let yourself in, and I’ll meet you there later. I’ll call and check in on you. Aight?”
“Okay. I’ll call you when I get there.” We exchanged our goodbyes, and I finished collecting my things for the weekend. I didn’t plan on coming back before then unless I had to.
I was getting ready to leave when my mom appeared and stopped me.
“You still sniffing ’round that fine ass boyfriend of yours?” she probed.
“I’m not sniffing behind nobody. Are we still dating? Yes. Why?”
“Don’t get caught up in his lifestyle, because once you’re in, it’s hard to get out,” she warned.
“I’m good. Jersey and Ray are two different people. I think I’ve learned enough by watching you over the years.” I walked out the house, not caring if she had a rebuttal or not. It was too late for her to try to guide me. Unbeknownst to her, she was the perfect example of what not to do.
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It didn’t take me long to go to the store and get the things I needed to fix for dinner. I picked up a few extra items, too. Jersey was like any other man who only had the basics in his refrigerator. I let myself into the house and set the bags on the counter, just as Jersey was calling to check in.
“You spying on me?” I teased.
“Nah. Just making sure you’re in the house and shit. You straight?”
“Yes. I’m fine. What time you plan on coming home?”
“Home? I like how that shit sounds. I’m tryna wrap some shit up now, so I won’t be too long. By the time you’re done cooking whatever you’re cooking and take your shower, I should be walking through the door.”
“Okay. I can deal with that.” I simpered.
“Bet. Go finish up so you can be ready when daddy gets there. I want dessert first,” he flirted.
“Bye, nasty.” He laughed and hung up the phone. I continued to prep the chicken I was going to prepare.
“He better like this shit, too,” I said to myself as I covered the chicken and placed it in the oven. I was gonna pair it with some wild rice and roasted potatoes. The days my mom didn’t cook, I had to. I picked up a lot of dishes from Pinterest. That app was a lifesaver. After placing the food in the oven, I went upstairs to get ready for my shower. I wanted to look the part when he walked through the door.
I loved his shower. It was separate from the tub and spacious. The shower at my mom’s was cramped, and you couldn’t take a shower longer than ten minutes or the water turned cold on you. The water in this shower would last a good thirty minutes or more. I knew because our shower sessions always turned into sex sessions, and the water never turned cold on us. I tried not to stay in there long because I didn’t want the chicken to burn. I turned on some music to play on my phone so that it wouldn’t be completely quiet in here while I got dressed.
I sang along with Xscape like I was the missing fifth member until I was interrupted by Jersey creeping in on me.
“Damn, that shit sexy as fuck, listening to you sing like that. It doesn’t hurt that you look good doing it either,” he complimented, pulling me close to him.
“Oh, shit! You scared me!” I gasped, placing my hand on my chest.
“No need to be scared. Ain’t nobody crazy enough to come in this muthafucka uninvited,” he said, sliding my lace boy shorts back down my hips.
“What are you doing? I have food on downstairs.”
“I turned that shit off when I walked in. I told you I wanted my dessert first and knew you would’ve been ready by the time I got here.” He pushed me onto the bed and snatched his shirt over his head before throwing it on the floor.
“Ooh, babe,” I moaned as soon as his tongue swept across my center folds. He took no time going in for the kill and bringing a fierce orgasm out of me in no time.
“Ahh,” I whimpered, pulling at his hair.
He finally let go and sat up.
“Shit, I’m ready for the main course now. I’ma hop in the shower while you go take care of that. I need you to get your energy back up so we can burn them calories off.” He kissed my lower lips one more time before strolling into the bathroom. I didn’t know how he thought I could finish cooking after that, but I guess I was about to find out.
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Shanna
