You Ain't My Type

by Nicole Jackson

  Rye hunched her shoulder. “My back has been hurting. That’s why I have my feet up now. If Jaylen sees my feet swelling I’ma have to fight him, cause he’s gonna try to close the shop down.”

  Jazel cleared her throat, prompting Keyasia.

  “Oh, my bad. Rye, this is Jazel. She wanted to know if you could do her hair.”

  Rye lifted both brows, while popping a piece of lobster into her mouth.

  “Yeah, I’ve been pushing Key to bring me to you. I love how you do her hair,” Jazel spoke up.

  Rye nodded with a smile. “Well, Keyasia should’ve brought you a while ago. She knows that I don’t discriminate when it comes to business. Besides, you’re not still fucking with Jaylen, huh?”

  Jazel was caught off guard by Rye’s bluntness but concluded that she should expect nothing less. After all, Rye was related to Keyasia. “Nah, I haven’t dealt with Jaylen in years. I didn’t know if that was gonna come up, but I’m glad it did. I don’t want there to be any uncomfortableness. I have a man, and I respect yall relationship, so there won’t be any problems coming from me.”

  Rye nodded. “That’s what’s up, and just to let you know, I’m not petty. I know that Key…and company adore you, so I know that you gotta be cool people. So, I hope that we can get to know each other, without any issues.”

  “For sho’,” Jazel agreed.

  “Aww, shit, that’s what I’m talking about!” Keyasia boasted. “Now, I can have all my bitches in one place in peace. Don’t yall just feel the love in the room?”

  Mya playfully rolled her eyes. “Oh God.”

  “Don’t be rolling your eyes, Ms. Hollywood.”

  Mya gave Keyasia the finger.

  “Okay,” Rye sighed, as she sat her food aside. “I guess that I’ll start with your first, Keyasia.”

  Two hours later, Rye was on Mya’s head, while everyone else sat around gossiping.

  “Rye, when you did you get that watch?” Key questioned. “That hoe is nasty.” She referred to Rye’s platinum Cartier watch, which was flooded with diamonds.

  Rye glanced down at her left wrist. “Oh, this was my grand opening gift from Jaylen.”

  Key poked out her bottom lip, as she nodded. “Okay, okay.”

  “And what about that tennis bracelet on the other wrist?” Taraj quizzed. “Cause that muthafucka been blinging every time you flick your wrist.”

  Rye rotated her wrist. “This is my sorry for staying out late, I’ll never do it again gift.”

  “See, niggas fucking up can be beneficial,” Keyasia tittered.

  “True,” Taraj agreed. “But I like a different type of gift.”

  “What’s that?” Mya enquired.

  “I like the you fucked up so I’m sitting on your face all night kind of gift,” Taraj giggled, causing everyone else to laugh.

  “Yesss,” Rye boasted. “That part. If he don’t eat your ass, then he aint really sorry.”

  “True,” everyone said in unison.

  Keyasia crinkled her nose. “For some reason, I never saw Jaylen as the pussy-eating type. You know he’s a pretty boy, and never had to do much to get pussy.”

  Jazel rested her head in her palm. “Don’t look at me, cause I don’t know.”

  Rye smiled. “I thought the same thing too, but he proved me wrong. One of the best to ever do it, you hear me?”

  Taraj tittered. “Rye, I don’t know if I believe that. I done seen some bitches do some desperate shit to fuck with him. They all said that he was stingy and selfish.”

  Rye shrugged. “Maybe he was. I can’t call it. I just know---” she got out before the door chimed, indicating that someone had stepped into the shop. Lifting her head, she noticed Jaylen, moseying over to her with a bad from Target in tow.

  “Aye,” he spoke and politely waved.

  “Hey,” everyone replied.

  “What’s up?” he asked, locking eyes with Rye.

  Sitting on a stool, she shook her head, as he stepped up to her, leaving little space between them. “Nothing. But Jaylen, move. Mya don’t want you hovering over her head,” she spoke softly, as she pushed his chest.

  He didn’t move an inch. “I’ma move in a minute,” he said just above a whisper. “Lift up.” He tapped her thigh.

  She obliged his request, and he removed a cushion from the bag, and placed it underneath her, before she sat back down. “Thanks, now you can go.”

  “Did you like the salad?” He questioned, as he ignored her statement.

  “Yeah, it was good.”

  “You know what you wanna eat later?” he asked, as his cell rang.

  “No, not yet. All I know is that I want some seafood.”

  “You need anything, before I go?”

  “Nope.”

  “Gimmie kiss.”

  She sucked her teeth. “Boy, go’on.”

  “Uh-uh,” he refused, as he kissed her cheek, while placing his hand on her stomach.

  “Move.”

  He shook his head, before tilting her chin in his direction and kissing her lips. “Call me when you’re ready for me to pick you up,” he commanded, as he finally stepped back.

  Silently, Rye nodded, as he headed for the door.

  “Bye, sucker…I mean, Jaylen,” Keyasia teased.

  He gave her the finger, as he exited the salon.

  Mya laughed heartily. “That nigga is a finesser. No bullshit.”

  Rye sucked her teeth. “That’s what he wanna be, but it aint flying over here.”

  Keyasia pursed her lips. “Yeah, right. You said that you wasn’t fucking with him like that, but how did you get up here, Rye?”

  Rye began humming, as she continued to sew in Mya’s weave.

  “Rye, you don’t hear me?” Key pressed.

  Taraj smirked. “She hear you.”

  Rye nodded. “I do, but I’ma need one thing from you, Keyasia.”

  “What’s that?” Key wanted to know.

  “Mina ya business and get out of mine,” Rye licked out her tongue.

  ***

  “Uh, what are we doing here?” Rye questioned from the passenger’s side of Jaylen’s Benz. “This looks nothing like my apartments.”

  Jaylen shook his head. “Can you just please chill out? I told you that I was sorry.”

  She gazed into his sad eyes. “You really think you’re slick, huh?”

  “Not at all,” he denied. “I just want my best friend back,” he alleged, causing her heart to melt.

  “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes, hoping to conceal her true emotions.

  He kissed her cheek. “I love you, and you aint gotta act hard with me. I’ma be careful with your heart. I promise.”

  A chill shot up her spine, as he hopped out of the car, and scurried around to assist her. Together they traveled to into the house. When they crossed the threshold, Rye arched a brow.

  “What is all this?” She looked over the spread that was laid out in the living room. There were pillows lining the floor and loads of snacks were on the coffee table; all her favorites. There were fluffy chocolate chip muffins, a jug of milk on ice, butter pecan ice cream on ice, a supreme stuffed crust Pizza Hut pizza, and honey barbeque wings.

  “It’s eat what Rye likes and chill night,” he smiled. “I figured that we could eat, watch some movies, and talk. Or whatever you want.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. Okay, okay. I can get with that.”

  “Cool.” He nodded. “Well, take these shoes off, so you can get comfortable.”

  Rye kicked her shoes off, before copping a squat on a group of pillows. Jaylen took off his shoes, before joining her. While she reached over to grab a slice of pizza, he placed her feet in his lap.

  Her eyes involuntarily rolled into the back of her head, while she chewed her food, and he rubbed her feet. She wasn’t going to admit it, but she was in heaven. And deep down, sometimes him fucking up was absolutely beneficial.

  Chapter 30

  “Oh my God, Josairah, she is so beaut
iful,” Rye cooed.

  Josairah gazed down at her newborn baby girl with admiration. “Yeah, I know.”

  Shay, Josairah’s mama rolled her eyes. “That baby is gonna be so full of herself, just like her mama.”

  Raven shook her head. “Tell me about it. She can’t help it. She’s my grandchild.”

  Shay narrowed her eyes. “Really, bitch?”

  Raven hunched her shoulders. “I’m just saying.”

  Raquel shook her head. “All yall need to kill that noise. The baby looks like me, anyway.”

  Keyasia and Josairah looked at each other, before bursting with laughter.

  “Yall old hoes are something else,” Tasha, Shay’s sister, jested.

  “Right,” Tammy Chi, Jalero’s girl, co-signed.

  “Old?” Raven, Raquel, and Shay all gasped simultaneously.

  “Key, stop hating,” Jhyrah spoke up. “Cause you got Raven messed up. Now, your mama might be old, but mine not.”

  Raquel whipped her head around. “Now, hold up, Jhyrah!”

  Rye giggled her head off. There was never a dull moment over at the Braxton’s. She’d come by Raven’s to see Josairah’s baby, since they’d just been released from the hospital. Since Raven had a nanny for her younger kids, it was more convenient for her to stay there for the time being, because she had help with Jhyshun while getting adjusted to the new baby. Jahrein Junior had just been drafted to the Houston Rockets, so life was hectic for them. Everyone wanted to ensure her that she wasn’t in this alone, while Jah would have to be away from home more often, due to his new demanding career. Therefore, the house was packed with family, as they gawked over the baby. And talked major shit.

  Rye’s cell vibrated in her hand, briefly catching her attention. Realizing who was calling, she allowed the voicemail to catch it. She wasn’t trying to talk to Jaylen, right then. He’d been doing everything right lately, but she was still in her feelings. It had been weeks and he hadn’t attempted to touch her sexually. Initially, she thought that it was sweet, but now she was giving him the side eye. Jaylen had a ferocious sex drive and she figured that if he wasn’t bothering her about some pussy, then something wasn’t right with them. So, she was sexually frustrated, which had her throwing him extra shade, and he seemingly didn’t have a clue.

  “What’s up, people?” Big Jahrein spoke, as he entered the living room.

  “Hey,” everyone replied.

  He smiled, as he laid eyes on his granddaughter. “Hey, Jhylah, mama. They getting on your nerves, huh?”

  “Uh huh,” Raven waved him off. “Jah, tell these hoes that the baby looks like me.”

  He furrowed his brows. “Where?”

  The room exploded with laughter.

  “She looks just like me and my son,” Jah claimed. “She got Josairah’s eyes, but that’s about it.”

  “Aww, nigga, please,” Shay sucked her teeth. “I’m tired of you acting like the kids only got your genes. Me and Josh had a hand in this too.”

  Jah nodded with smirk. “You right, Shay. Jhylah got your toes. I can tell.”

  “Toes?” Shay laughed. “Fuck you, nigga.”

  “What?” he opened his arms. “I’m just saying.”

  Rye’s phone continued vibrate, as someone rang the doorbell.

  “I got it,” Jah announced as he headed to the door.

  A few seconds later, he returned with Jaylen Junior at his side. “What’s up, yall?” he spoke to everyone.

  “Hey,” everyone replied in unison, with the exception of Rye, of course.

  Stepping over to Josairah, he peered down at Jhylah. “What’s up, baby cuz? I see your eyebrows are connecting and shit.”

  Raven shook her head. “That’s the only fucked up part. All yall come out with them damn unibrows. That must come from yall grandpa or something, cause every damn body comes out with it.”

  Rye smacked her lips. “Well, I doubt my baby will have it.”

  Raven shrugged. “Okay, you’ll see.”

  Spotting a small space next to Rye, Jaylen moseyed over and sat down.

  “Damn, Jaylen,” Jhyrah griped. “It aint enough room for you. Nobody told you to squeeze, right here.”

  “Girl, hush,” Raquel chided. “Let that man sit by his woman.”

  Rye rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

  Jaylen eased an arm around her neck, before whispering in her ear. “You didn’t see me calling you?”

  She shrugged.

  “What that mean?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Rye, what’s the problem, man? For real. It’s been a minute, and you’re still on that trip shit. Talk to me.” He placed a palm on her belly, and rubbed it, causing her clit to thump.

  “Everyone, the food is ready, and the table is set,” the creole chef announced, as she stepped into the living room. Since everyone vowed to come visit that day, Raven had enlisted the chef to come in and cook dinner.

  Everyone hopped up, except Rye and Jaylen.

  “Oh, thank God,” Jhyrah held her stomach, as she headed to the kitchen. “I’m starving.”

  “How did you know that I was here?” Rye asked the moment they were alone.

  He licked his lips. “That don’t matter.”

  “No, tell me,” she insisted. “Was it Big Jah, because I know none of the girls told you. No, wait. Jah just got here a few minutes before you, so it couldn’t have been him. So, how did you know?” she was back to her original question.

  “I got this app on my phone called ‘find my Rye’.”

  She scowled. “You stalking me, nigga?”

  He chuckled. “You mine. How can I stalk what belongs to me?”

  She pursed her lips. “Anyway.”

  “Yeah, anyway,” he grew serious. “The fuck is up with you?”

  “What you mean?”

  “You know exactly what I mean. Why are you still tripping? Everything is good when you’re around me, and then when you aint, you don’t wanna answer the phone. You don’t understand how this shit is throwing me out of whack.”

  “How is that?”

  “For one: I was supposed to handle some business, but when you didn’t answer I had to stop what I was doing. You think that I can just go on with my day and don’t know what’s going on with you and my baby? You think that I can fuckin’ function like that?”

  She gulped. “Then why you aint fucking me, then, since you so concerned?”

  He narrowed his eyes. “What did you just say?”

  “You heard me,” she sassily snaked her neck.

  He grabbed the bridge of his nose. “The baby is making you fucking crazy, man. That gotta be it.”

  Her scowl deepened. “How you figure that?”

  “Wasn’t you that complained that all I wanna do is fuck?”

  “Yeah, but that was a while ago.”

  “Okay.” He nodded. “And I called myself showing you that I heard you. So, I was giving you time without my dick in you, as you so eloquently put it.”

  She sucked her teeth. “Nigga, that doesn’t mean that I never wanna fuck. I just needed you to be more in tune with me. If I seemed exhausted or in pain, then let me chill. That don’t mean for you not to touch me, period. And then I know you. You love to fuck, so what am I supposed to think, when you aint touching me?”

  Shaking his head, he grabbed her hand, placing it on his rock-hard dick. “You feel that?”

  She nodded.

  “That’s how my shit is every time I’m in your presence. Without fail. But I wanted you to know that this shit between us is deeper than that. Ion want you feeling like I’m with you because I love fucking you…or even the baby. I’m with you because I love your ass, Rye, and I don’t want you doubting that. So, I kept my dick in my pants, until you could understand me. But it’s nothing. We can go home, right now, and I’ll fuck the shit out of you. I promise.”

  Her panties instantly became wet, as she tucked her lips into her mouth. “Well, let’s go into one these bathroo
ms, right quick.”

  He shook his head. “Nah, I’m backed up. A quickie won’t do. Besides, you aint gonna be quiet with the shit I’m finna do to you. So, let’s go home.”

  She nodded, before thinking about it. “Okay, we can go home…but first I gotta eat. Do you smell that damn food?”

  He grinned. “Yeah, I smell it. So, hurry up and go eat, with ya greedy ass.”

  ***

  Sweat trickled down Rye’s back, as she galloped up and down on Jaylen’s long fat dick. He felt heavenly inside of her, and she couldn’t get enough. Encouraging her to do her thing, he gently pinched her nipples, driving her crazy.

  “Shiiiiit,” she hissed, as she rolled her hips.

  “Got damn, you riding this dick,” Jaylen gritted.

  “Yeah,” she panted. “Cause it feels so fucking good,” she slid her tongue across her lips. “Ooh---” her ass smacked against his thighs, and he had her leaking like a faucet. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me.” she gripped her own ass cheeks.

  Jaylen accepted the challenge, as he roughly pumped into her.

  “Oouu, yeah, just like that. Beat this pussy up,” she urged.

  Sweat dripped down his face, as he delivered hard thrusts.

  “Oh, yes,” she sexily purred. “Don’t stop fucking me, Jay-Leeeeen!”

  Rye was in a zone, until she felt him lightly tap her thigh. Knowing exactly what that meant, she hopped off his dick, before straddling his shoulders. Gripping the top of the headboard, she swirled her pussy all over his face. Eventually, his long tongue traveled to her clit. Flicking his tongue rapidly, he knew exactly how she liked hit.

  “Why…why you be eating my pussy like this, huh?” she whimpered. “Oouu, I’m gonna cum. This feels so fucking good. God, I love you, nigga. I swear, I love youuuuuuuuuu!” she belted, as she came long and hard.

  Refusing to relent, Jaylen locked his arms around her legs, preventing her from moving.

  “Okay, Jaylen, that’s enough, baby. That’s enough!”

  He ignored her, as he sucked on her clit.

  “Jaylen!” she let out a high-pitched screech. “That’s enough dammit!” she sounded possessed. “I’ma…I’ma fucking pass out!”

  He chuckled, as he allowed her dramatic ass to fall back.