A hot flash ripped through Rye’s body, when she noticed Jaylen. He appeared pissed, as he shoved past several party goers. Naturally, she assumed that he’d step past her, or play games for a second. Therefore, she was utterly shocked as he stepped right in front of her.
“You didn’t see me calling you?”
Rye glanced left to right, realizing that no one was paying them any attention. “Jaylen, what are you talking about?”
Blue frowned, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
Jaylen glowered down at her. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. And then you got the nerve to bring this nigga with you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are you serious, right now? Didn’t I hear that you was bringing some thot here?”
“Fuck all that.” He waved off. “She wouldn’t be here if you’d answered my calls.”
Blue gritted his teeth, realizing that he was probably staring at Rye’s baby’s daddy. “Bae,” he began, placing a palm on the small of Rye’s back.
Instinctively, Jaylen chopped Blue’s hand down like he was practicing Kung Fu. “The fuck is you doing, nigga?”
Blue’s body stiffened, as his jaw tightened.
Noticing the fire in Jaylen’s eyes, Rye realized that she needed to do damage control, before things went completely left. “Okay, okay, come on, lets go talk.” She unconsciously grabbed Jaylen’s hand, before glancing over at Blue. “I’ll be right back. Let me handle this, okay?”
Blue stood frowning, while saying nothing.
Thinking quickly, Rye decided to head to the nearest bathroom. Once there, she discreetly pulled him inside, before closing the door behind them. By then, Jaylen was considerably calmer.
Rye shook her head. “What’s up with you?”
He sucked his teeth. “What you mean? Didn’t I tell you in my texts that I’m not about to be in the same room with you and another nigga?”
She gazed up at him with innocent eyes. “I know you saw that I read that, but that didn’t matter when I heard that you was bringing somebody here.”
He smirked. “I figured maybe that would finally get your attention, since nothing else worked. It was either this, or showing up to your crib. I was trying to hold out on that, seeing as how that nice apartment building don’t seem to have many disturbances.”
“Boy---” she dragged out, as she rolled her eyes.
“What you doing with that man? Is he the reason you don’t answer my calls?”
She pursed her lips. “You’d want me to say that, so it could corroborate your narrative.”
He scowled. “Nah, what would that do for me? You think I want that shit to be true about you?”
“Whatever. All I know is that you was talking real greasy the last time I saw you.”
He nodded. “I was…cause I was feeling some type of way. I didn’t like the fact that you’d fucked Wale…period,” he admitted.
“And that’s my fault?”
“Nah, it aint. I was tripping. I can admit that, which I already did in my texts. So, why didn’t you respond?”
“So, I’m not allowed to be in my feelings?”
“Yeah, but for a over a month? Aint that a bit extreme?”
“Nope,” she popped her lips. “Cause if you really cared you would’ve found a way to see me.”
He chuckled. “So, I needed to stalk you?”
She shrugged. “Basically.”
He shook his head. “Who do you think you are, man? Trying to be me and shit.”
“No, I’m not trying to be you, cause you’re throwed off. Was lowkey about to embarrass me in front of everybody a few minutes ago.”
“So, what? I need you to stop playing with me. I was about to make a phone call…I still will if you don’t get rid of that nigga.”
“A phone call? What does that mean?”
He licked his lips. “It means that you would never see that man again. Nobody would for that matter.”
She squinted. “And what about the thot you brought here? Was you gonna send her with him?”
“Why? Is that what you want?”
She shrugged again. “It really doesn’t matter. She’s here now. You might as well enjoy her. And I’ll chill with my friend.” She grabbed the doorknob.
Jaylen snatched her hand away from the door. “Stop playing, Rye. You gon piss me off.”
She giggled. “Piss you off how?”
Gazing down at her, he gripped her chin, before lowering his head, and slipping his tongue into her mouth. With his body pressed against hers he felt the roundness of her stomach. “The fuck?” he frowned, as he stepped back.
“What?” she looked at him confusingly.
Pushing her dress against her midsection, he examined her stomach. “Why…why is your stomach like this?”
She turned to look at the wall. “I’m just bloated.”
He contemplated, as he peered down at her belly. “Man, hell nah.” He unexpectedly lifted her dress. Although, he had no kids, he’d seen enough women in his family go through pregnancies to know exactly what he was looking at. A dark brown line ran down the middle of her belly, telling him exactly what this was. “You fucking pregnant?”
Rye avoided making eye contact. “Can you put my dress down?”
“Not until you tell me what I wanna know.”
She huffed. “What do you want to know?”
“How far along are you?”
Her jaw nervously twitched. “Right at four months.”
He glared at her. “Did you fuck anybody else?”
Hearing that, she snatched her dress out of his grasp. “Fuck you,” she seethed.
“Say, I don’t care about you being in your feelings. This is a grown-up question. I need you to answer me.”
She angrily locked eyes with him. “No, I haven’t fucked anybody else, since I’ve laid down with your ass in L.A.”
“What about ole boy outside?”
She sighed. “I fucked him before I knew you. Years back. I just recently ran back into him. We haven’t had sex since we’ve been back in contact, and he’s fully aware that I’m pregnant for somebody else.”
Jaylen narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. “So, what you call yourself doing? What, you trying to repeat history? Be like your mama or some shit? Tryna get that lame to play daddy to my baby? Huh?”
“Like my mama? Where did that come from?”
“Oh, you know exactly where that came from. What type of bullshit are you on? I can understand being mad at me, but I can’t get with the notion that you thought that it was okay for me not to know about your situation. And then you’re in the presence of another man, while you’re pregnant. Who does that? That’s enough for a nigga to knock your head off,” he snarled.
“Oh,” Rye’s head jerked back. “So, now you wanna put your hands on me?”
“No, that aint what I’m saying, and you know that. What I am saying is that you played a dangerous game, and the minute you knew that you was pregnant you should’ve cut the bullshit out. You got me calling you left and right, and something in me said that I needed to see you. Like it was something that needed to be addressed. It was all in my dreams and shit. And all you had to do was answer the phone and tell me what the fuck was up.”
Rye tucked her lips into her mouth. “You act like shit is that simple, but you’re neglecting to see that we aint at that level. All we did was fuck and play. Yeah, I talked about my problems, and vented, but we never discussed the future. Hell, I never even heard you say that you wanted kids, and that’s when it dawned on me. I got pregnant too fast, and I didn’t wanna feel like I was trapping you.”
He frowned. “Trapping me? Did I have some kind of invisible condom on my dick that you poked holes in? Cause I can recall busting in you on several occasions. Yeah, I tried to pull out a few times, and even then, I didn’t completely do it in time. So, how could I claim with a straight face that you were trying to trap me?”
She
scratched her neck. “I don’t know. Maybe I was living in my head. Besides, show me a chick with a baby for a man she knew for less than six months. I can bet that she’s just a baby mama---”
“What that got to do with us?”
“I’m just saying---”
“You just saying that you’re scared, and you were setting yourself up to handle disappointment. And I’m telling you that whatever we got going on can’t be compared to the next. You aint them broads, and I definitely aint them niggas. I don’t care what happens between us, I’d never let you handle a baby on your own. I wasn’t raised like that. I aint built like that. Maybe that’s something you gotta learn about me.”
“I hear you,” she breathed, causing her breasts to rise and fall. Jaylen noticed how her boobs were threatening to spill out of her dress, as they’d significantly grown.
“If I go ask that man, is he gonna tell me that he didn’t fuck you recently?” he badgered.
“I don’t know what he’ll tell you, if you ask. But I’m telling you that nothing happened. Why are you harping on that?”
“Cause I need to know---” he carried on, as someone knocked on the door.
“Rye,” Blue uttered from the other side.
Hastily, Jaylen snatched the door open. “What’s up?”
Blue stood stiffly. “Where’s Rye?”
Rye peeked around Jaylen’s tall frame. “I’m right here.”
He examined her face, searching for any signs of distress.
“Say, what’s your name?” Jaylen questioned.
Blue merely scowled without answering.
“Nigga, you can’t hear?”
“Jaylen.” Rye glanced up at him.
Jaylen nixed her off, keeping his focus on her friend. “Look, I’ma cut to the chase, man. Are you fucking her, right now?”
Rye gasped, hearing Jaylen have no couth. Blue stood expressionless, as his gaze remained fixated on her. For a moment, he considered lying on her ass, but that wasn’t his style. Apparently, she’d been in there pleading her case, if ole boy was now questioning him. “Nah, we aint fucking, right now,” he revealed bitterly.
Jaylen arrogantly smirked. “You knew she was pregnant?”
“Yeah, I did.”
Jaylen shook his head. “Alright. I just needed to know that, so I appreciate you for keeping it real.”
Blue slowly nodded, as he battled to keep his composure. “Alright. Rye, I’m about to burn. Are you coming?”
“Nah,” Jaylen swiftly interjected. “She aint coming, man. We still talking.”
Blue gulped. “I was talking to her.”
“And I was talking to you,” Jaylen snapped. “Take that fucking cape off, nigga. She don’t need saving. She good---”
“Wait, Jaylen, I can speak for myself,” Rye butted in.
He glanced down at her. “I never said that you couldn’t, but I got this.”
Blue grew impatient. “So, Rye, you chilling or coming with me?”
Rye tucked her lips into her mouth. “I’ll catch up with you later, Blue.”
“Yeah, sucker…I mean, Blue. She’ll catch up with you later…better yet, she wont even be doing that. Just excuse yourself, homie.”
Blue disappointedly shook his head, before he stormed off. Rye shook her head, as she stepped out of the bathroom, and Jaylen grabbed her hand. “I’m sorry,” she apologized to his back.
He snatched her back into the bathroom. “The fuck are you doing?”
“He didn’t deserve all that, Jaylen. Why couldn’t you just let me handle that?”
“Man, fuck him,” he dismissed her question, as he closed the bathroom’s door again.
Rye knew right then what he was on. They’d already talked and should’ve been going out to rejoin the party. Instead, they were still closed off in the bathroom. Her clit thumped, as she thought about taking control of the situation, and having it her way.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do up in here, but Ion want shit if it aint some head,” she blurted.
He scowled. “What? Who you think you playing with? I aint that sucker ass nigga.”
“I know that.” She gripped his shirt, drawing him closer. “You’re baby daddy, and I want you to bury your face deep in this pregnant pussy. Is that too much to ask for?”
He grinned like a Chester cat. “Nah, I think I can handle that.” He lifted her, before sitting her on the counter top. Aggressively, he gripped her panties, before yanking them down.
Seductively, Rye licked her lips, completely turned on. She allowed him to spread her legs apart, before he lowered to his knees. The minute his tongue found its way between her slit, she gripped the back of his head.
“Uhh,” she breathed. “Yeah. Just like that.” She wound her hips.
He zeroed in on her clit, and she lifted her own legs.
“Yesssss,” she purred with her eyes closed tightly.
With a firm grip on his head, she fucked his face. When Jaylen began slurping on her clit, she lost it.
“Ooooooh,” she panted, as she released on his tongue.
With a satisfied grin, Jaylen slowly came to his feet.
Rye stared him down, as her clit rapidly thumped. “Get the fuck away from me.” she shoved him back.
He scowled in confusion. “What’s wrong now?”
“You still got a bitch in here.”
“Okay, I told that I was gonna---”
“No, fuck that,” she cut him off. “I want you to find that bitch and tell her to leave.”
“Okay.” He nodded. “I will.”
“Okay, but you can’t rinse your mouth out first.”
“What?” he narrowed his eyes.
“You heard me. I want you to tell that bitch to leave with my pussy’s juices still on your lips.”
“Man,” he stressed. “Get the fuck---”
She didn’t crack a smile. “I’m serious. Do it like that, or I’m finna go, and you’ll stay on my block list.”
He gazed down at her, knowing that she was flexing her muscle. Any other chick would’ve gotten cussed out, but he had a certain affinity for her. “Alright, man. You got that,” he gave in. “But after I do this shit, you gotta ride my dick all night. I don’t care how many times you bust.”
Chapter 21
Using the tip of her toes on the ceramic floor, Rye sprung her legs up and down, as she straddled Jaylen on the toilet. While half of her tit was stuffed into his mouth, she rode his dick merciless. Him flicking his tongue back and forth across her sensitive nipple was driving her absolutely insane. It had her fucking him feverishly, while his toes literally curled.
For days, they’d been holed up at his house, catching up. Rye’s hormones were raging, as she wanted to have sex every waking minute. Naturally, Jaylen was all for it, as he himself loved being inside of her.
“Oouu, I’m about to cum,” she announced, as her voice bounced off the walls. Holding on tightly to his neck, she galloped up and down, until she exploded.
Jaylen held her closely, as she relaxed in his embrace. “That pussy is soaking wet,” he sighed heavily, while gazing into her eyes.
She bit her bottom lip. “I know.”
His eyes casted down to her protruding belly. He recalled his Uncle Jahrein mentioning several times that pregnant pussy was the best pussy, and reluctantly he had to agree. Her being pregnant was still new to him, but he was constantly reminded, as they were naked a majority of the time. Still, he hadn’t told a soul, and that was primarily due to not having the opportunity. They’d placed their everyday lives on pause, as they indulged in one another.
He tucked his lips into his mouth. “You know this shit is crazy, right?”
“What?” she looked at him curiously.
“You having this round belly and shit. It’s a baby in there.”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “Duh, Jaylen.”
He popped her ass. “Don’t duh me. I’m serious---”
Just then someone
rang the doorbell.
He frowned. “Lift up.”
Rye eased off his lap, as he stood up.
“I wonder who the fuck this is, just popping up unannounced,” he grumbled, as he grabbed his basketball shorts off the counter.
Rye watched him throw on the shorts, before exiting the bathroom. Deciding that she needed to wash his semen off, she hopped into the glass shower. Meanwhile, Jaylen checked his surveillance cameras, and realized that Ray-Ray was on his porch.
Scratching his head, Jaylen pulled the front door open. “What’s up?”
Ray-Ray stepped into the house. “Nothing. What’s up with chu?”
“Nothing too major. I was just about to hop into the shower.”
Ray-Ray realized that Jaylen was shirtless. “You got company?”
Jaylen hesitated. “Uh, yeah.”
Ray-Ray nodded. “You talked to your grandma?”
“Yeah, the other day.”
“Okay. Well, when was the last time you stopped by to visit her?”
Jaylen rubbed his chin. “It’s been a minute, honestly.”
Ray-Ray disappointedly shook his head. “I need you and your cousins to do better, man. I know she’s in remission or whatever,” he referred to Red, his ex’s, breast cancer. “But she still needs yall.”
“Man,” Jaylen stressed. “We try to be there…but that lady is difficult. You know that.”
“How is that?”
“She be tripping. Especially now that she aint going through chemo or nothing. She’s back on the codeine and handle bars,” he referred to Xanax. “So, she be slurring all over the place, high, and be talking too much shit. You know you the only person who can handle her when she gets like that. She won’t even listen to Uncle Jahrein, so he don’t be going over there like he used to.”
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