I shook my head. “Nigga, you sounding like mama with this bullshit. Okay, somebody might have done something to her drink, but I’ve stressed to that girl several times that I didn’t want her chilling in other niggas’ section. So, if she’d been respecting my mind, then none of that would’ve happened. The problem was that it always seemed like she’d forget to keep her word in the heat of the moment. And if her word aint her bond, then I can’t trust shit that comes out of her mouth. So, either way it’s a wrap.”
“It’s a wrap, huh?” my twin eyed my suspiciously. “So, the next time you see Dorian it’s gonna be all love, right? I mean, especially since he’s fucking with somebody you don’t want, huh?”
I grimaced. “Hell, nah. Whenever I see that nigga, I’ma run up in his shit. Knock all his fucking teeth out. And I might choke the shit out Jhyrah on GP, just for playing with me.”
He roared with laughter. “Bro, how is she playing with you, and you aint fucking with her like that?”
“Nigga, I said that I was done with her. Aint nobody told that dumb broad that she could be done with me.”
Chapter 26
Jhyrah
“Nigga, slow down!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.
Dorian chuckled. “You just hold on tight.”
“Oh, you know I’m doing that.” I sassily twisted my neck, as a little water splashed in my face.
I’d been jet skiing several times before, but this was a first in Maui, Hawaii. That’s right. After a month of dating, I’d allowed Dorian to take me on a vacay. This was our first time sharing a personal space, and I’d been having more fun that I ever could’ve imagined.
I had to assume that Dorian spent plenty of time at the beach, because he had this jet skiing shit down to a science. He was popping willies and all types of shit, about to cause me to have a damn heart attack. I was screaming my head off, while actually enjoying every second of it.
By the time we’d reached the beach’s shore again, my hair was soaked. After playfully shoving his wide, muscular back, I climbed off the jet ski. Standing in the sand, I attempted to unhook the lifejacket I was wearing, when I felt his eyes burning a hole through me. Lifting my head, we locked eyes.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
He cracked a gigantic smile, as he approached me. “I’m sorry. I aint trying to weird you out or anything. This shit is just surreal to me. Like not too long ago, I was watching you on the Gram, studying your pictures and shit. And I know that most girls use those filters to erase any flaws, but you…you look even better in person.”
I listened intently, as I finally removed the lifejacket.
“See what I’m saying?” he bit his bottom lip, as his eyes wandered all over my body. “You so fucking fine, girl. Look at those sexy ass bowlegs. That tight stomach. Those wide hips. Small waist. Plump ass. And perfect melons. Then you got this two-piece on, letting all that ass hang out.” He smacked my booty.
I grabbed my butt, second guessing my decision to wear my Chanel swimwear. The string top barely covered my nipples, and my ass was literally hanging out of the tiny boy-shorts.
“Nah, don’t try to cover it up now,” he teased. “Your ass was bold enough to wear it out here, so stand in your truth.”
“Fuck you.” I gave him the finger, before copping a squat in the sand.
He flopped down next to me, and for a little while we both grew silent.
Peering around, I took in the scenery. The blue water was breathtaking, as I watched the waves gently grace the shore. The sun was shinning directly on us, causing me to squint. Thankfully, we’d both applied sun screen to minimize the tanning, but it was now evident that my skin was sun-kissed.
“Aye, even though your hair is wet up…the shit is nice,” he broke the silence, running his fingers through my hair. “I don’t know why I always assumed that you were just rocking a good weave. Now I know that your shit is just good like that.”
I smirked. “It depends on the mood or occasion. I’ll wear weave sometimes, but I know that it was pointless now. The beach would ruin my shit.”
“Well, you don’t need it,” he declared. “As long as you’re with me, I want you to wear your real shit. You’re one of the few chicks that I believe actually looks better completely natural.”
“Yeah, okay,” I tittered, knowing damn well that I was gonna do whatever the hell I wanted. Damn, what he liked.
“I’m for real, man,” he chuckled. “And I gotta let you know that I’m really feeling you. So, thank you for taking me up on my invitation to come here.”
I smiled lightly, as I gazed at his handsome face. His chocolate skin was perfect, along with his unnaturally white teeth. Hailing from Long Beach, California, Dorian Washington was responsible for bringing me back to life.
I obviously didn’t know where this was headed with him, and I wasn’t putting much thought into it. All I knew was that I was slowly turning back into the Jhyrah that I loved. He’d opened me up to the possibilities. With him I now knew that there was life after heartbreak, and for that I was rocking with him.
***
“Feelings, so deep in my feelings. No, this ain't really like me. Can't control my anxiety.
Feeling, like I'm touching the ceiling. When I'm with you I can't breathe. Boy, you do something to me—"
It was a little after midnight, and me and Dorian were out on the beach, getting wasted. Music was blasting from his wireless speaker, providing the night’s soundtrack.
Honestly, the wind felt good, kissing my skin, but that song had the worst timing. That was one of the songs I’d always sing to Jeremy, and it was reminding me that he was no longer in my life.
Closing my eyes tightly, I tossed up a gold bottle, guzzling down the chilled champagne. Not being able to help myself, I began to sing. “How many ways can I say that I need you baby, it's true. I think I might die without you. Feeling all over my body. You know how I like it. Ain't gotta tell you what to do—"
“Look at my bae,” Dorian laughed. “Singing her heart out to me. All off key and shit.”
I opened my eyes and giggled. “Fuck you.”
He grabbed my hand, guiding me to sit next to him. “I’m saying though.”
“You’re saying what?” I arched both brows.
“I’m wondering what you’d taste like with that champagne all over you.”
I snickered. “You’re funny.”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “I’m serious.” He eased an arm between my legs.
Still wearing a bathing suit, made for easy access, as he slid my bikini to the side. Gently, he slid an index finger between my slit, stroking my clit. I became so lost in the moment that I allowed him to have his way with me. Before I knew it, he had me on my back, and was pouring cold liquor all over my kitty. I didn’t protest, as I watched him lower his head.
Right there, outside on the beach, Dorian slithered his tongue over my clit.
“Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song. Telling my whole life with his words. Killing me softly with his song—” Lauryn Hill serenaded us.
Gritting my teeth, as I sank my fingers into the sand. That boy was performing magic with his mouth. He nastily licked my folds, before zoning in on my clit. The rapid flicking of my clit was driving me insane, as I arched my back.
“Uh uummmmm,” I panted, hoping that no one could hear me. I was about to go into convulsions when he abruptly stopped.
My eyes popped opened, catching him pulling down his swimming trunks.
“Wait,” I hurriedly sat up. “You…you don’t have a condom on you, do you?” I had to ask. Since I hadn’t been with Jeremy, I was no longer on birth control and I didn’t trust him like that, regardless.
“Nah, not on me.”
“What about back in the suite?”
“Yeah, I have plenty there,” he sighed, acting like he didn’t want to admit that.<
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“Okay.” I scrambled to my feet. “Well, let’s go in there.” I grabbed his hand.
He allowed me to guide him back to our suite. The moment we crossed the threshold, he released my hand, and wandered over to his suitcase. I watched him fish around until he located a box of Magnums. Without saying another word, I headed to the room, where there was a huge bathroom with walls made completely of glass. Dorian’s ass knew exactly what the hell he was doing when he chose this suite. There was no privacy, even when I was on the damn toilet. So, I wasn’t surprised when he quickly found me, sitting on the edge of the tub, using the handheld showerhead to rinse the sand off my goodies.
“Fuck all that,” he grabbed my hand, causing me to drop the showerhead. “Come’ere.” He pulled me away from the tub.
I smiled to myself, as I peeped how anxious he was. Not wanting to chance him being overly excited, only to disappoint, I decided to take control. “No, I got this. You lay down,” I instructed, before pushing him onto the bed.
Not bothering to wait for me, he pulled his own shorts down, causing his hard-on to spring up. His dick was perfect. Long and thick with a fat head. Retrieving the box of condoms, I plucked a condom from it, and ripped it open.
Straddling Dorian, I grabbed his dick. Although, I’d actually never used a condom before, I’d seen it done before…thanks to my daddy making my mama force me to watch how-to videos. Therefore, I slid the condom onto his stiffness like a pro. I then placed my hands on his chest, scooted the seat of my bikini to the side, while tooting my ass up, before gliding down on his dick.
“Damn,” he grunted.
I licked my lips, as I gazed down at him. “You like that?” I rolled my hips, while grabbing his hand, placing it on my breast.
“Hell, yeah. It’s so fucking warm and tight.”
“Oh yeah?” I squeezed my walls around him.
“Damn, girl,” he breathed as he lifted my bikini top and stroked my nipple.
Loving the feeling, I picked up the pace. Arching my back, I bounced hard on the dick.
“Fuck, yeah.” He smacked my ass.
Smiling down at him, I quickly concluded that moving on and letting go wasn’t the worst thing in the world, after all.
Jeremy
I was sitting outside of my parents’ crib, after leaving the NRG stadium. We’d played a hard-fought game, and still came out on the losing end. If that wasn’t aggravating enough, I hopped on the Gram and came across some bullshit.
Apparently, Jhyrah’s social media hiatus was officially over. I couldn’t look anywhere without seeing her name. Her and that nigga Dorian’s faces were plastered everywhere. They’d recently gone to Hawaii and someone had leaked photos of them together, appearing mighty cozy. Of course, my name was brought up, as people mentioned liking us together more. This was happening more often, which had Vita in her feelings. Especially, since we hadn’t gone public, yet. Naturally, she was ready to tell the world that she was my girl, but I wasn’t. I liked low key living, and I didn’t need public opinion influencing anything. It was no surprise that Vita accused me of holding back because I wasn’t over Jhyrah, and she was right. But she didn’t need to know that. The closer we became the more I realized that I needed to pump the brakes, so I’d been gradually pulling back. Therefore, we’d gone from spending most of the week together to seeing each other a day or two out of the week. In the meantime, I’d been catching up on lost time with my family.
Finally, my mama had decided to stay out of my love life. She’d been trying her best to respect that I was done with Jhyrah, and I knew that was hard for her. Hell, they used to talk every day, and she’d always be auntie to Jhyrah, regardless. However, now, that Jhyrah was doing her own thing, she hadn’t been having time to kick it with my mama. Truthfully, Jermany was just as attached, so everybody in my parents’ house despised the fact that she was seeing somebody else. Even my pops was on some trip shit, as he’d banned all Dallas Cowboys apparel from the house. He tried to be neutral, but he was crazy over Jhyrah too, which was why I’d been keeping Vita under wraps. My people were far from fake, so I knew they would never pretend with her, no matter how cool she was. My family were loyal like that.
My thoughts were consuming me, as I did something I hadn’t done in months. I went to Jhyrah’s IG page. Her latest post was of her, driving around in the car I’d bought her, singing. My jaw twitched, as I noticed a nigga in her passenger’s seat. On everything I love, I was gonna go knock her fucking head off her shoulders if she had Dorian’s bitch ass riding in my shit. Cranking my car, I was preparing to ride out, when she panned the camera over, and I realized that she had her brother Jahrae riding shotgun.
Feeling crazy, I killed my ignition, as I continued to scroll through Jhyrah’s posts. It was funny how although pictures of her and Dorian were floating around, yet she’d posted none herself. Trying to see if this was one-sided, I ventured to his page. Sure enough, the first post I spotted was a picture of him and Jhyrah. I read his lame ass caption.
Draco season with the bookbag. Rat tat, got a little kick back. Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch. You ain't never ever getting your chick back
I frowned, catching that slug immediately. This hoe ass nigga really wanted it with me, and he was definitely gonna get it. I’d been waiting on the perfect opportunity to handle him, but now that shit needed to happen way sooner than later.
Right then, Vita called my phone. Pissed off, I sent her call to the voicemail. I couldn’t talk, because I was about to go off. Jhyrah and Dorian’s bitch ass had me fucked up. On God.
Jhyrah
I sat watching my cell ring in my hand. I rolled my eyes and was thankful when the ringing stopped.
I was relaxing on my brother and Josairah’s couch, chilling. I rarely got the chance to see my niece and nephew, so I’d come through to catch up. It was weird seeing that my brother had actually gone out and created his own family. Little Jahrein and Josairah had two beautiful babies together, and their house was filled with so much warmth. Just from watching them together, I knew that they were deeply in love. Even with Jah’s busy schedule, he was always in daddy mode, making sure that Josairah didn’t have to do anything alone. That was one thing that I was glad to see being passed down from our daddy. No matter what, Jahrein Sr. was going to be there for everything we had going on, and I always loved that about him.
Admittedly, I was feeling a way, as I watched Little Jah’s kids Jhyshun and Jhylah, along with Key’s daughter Corian interact. Me and Jeremy’s baby would’ve been younger than Jhyshun but older than both Corian and Jhylah. Pathetically, I thought about what would’ve happened had I never aborted our baby. Undoubtedly, Jeremy wouldn’t have been able to completely walk away if I’d had his baby, and I don’t think I would’ve been above using my baby to keep their daddy with me. A child could’ve kept us connected, and I was sad to even have such thoughts.
“Jhyrah,” Keyasia broke into my thoughts. “Your phone is ringing again.”
I sucked my teeth. “I know.”
She and Josairah sat on the other end of the sectional, looking at me strangely.
“What? Why are yall looking at me like that?” I grimaced.
“Who’s calling you?” Josairah probed.
I sighed. “Dorian.”
Keyasia’s nosy ass squinted. “Did yall get into it or—”
“No,” I cut her off. “We’re not beefing or anything.”
“So, why have you been dodging that man’s calls all day?” Keyasia interrogated. “I’ve watched you ignore every bit of twenty calls today.”
I shrugged. “I don’t wanna be bothered.”
“You sure that this aint about the slug he shot at Jeremy?” Josairah asked.
“What slug?” I frowned in confusion.
Key tittered. “She don’t even know.”
Josairah smiled. “I guess you’ve really lost your love for the Gram. Everybody’s been buzzing about some post Dorian made with you and
him in the picture. The caption said something about never getting your chick back or something like that.”
I sucked my teeth. “See, that’s the bullshit, right there. That was totally uncalled for.”
“Uh huh,” Key uttered. “But tell us what the problem is, because clearly you wasn’t tripping over that post. Seeing as how you didn’t know shit about it.”
I scratched my scalp with my sharp nails. “He’s moving too fast,” I blurted.
Key narrowed her eyes. “Wait, you just told me that you finally gave him some and it was good. By now he’s moving too fast? I mean, help me to understand where you’re coming from, because I’m lost.”
“Girl, please. Just because we fucked don’t mean we’re headed down the aisle or anything. It was just sex, but now, he calls all day every day. Then when he calls, he’s always trying to get me down to Dallas. Aint nobody got time for all that.”
“Wait, so the man showing interest after sliding between your legs is a problem?” Josairah enquired.
“No, that’s not the problem. I’m just realizing that maybe I liked him so much because I was going through something. He helped me though that, but that doesn’t mean that he’s the one. Plus, I find it really convenient that whenever he convinces me to go anywhere with him, paparazzi just miraculously shows up.”
“So, do you think that he’s trying to use you or something?” Keyasia questioned.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but I do think he likes the attention I draw. Think about it. Nobody outside of football fans knew who he was until his name became associated with mine. Being a NFL player aint always synonymous with being an A-lister. Having lived in Cali, I know this for a fact. It’s too many teams and players for people to be familiar with them all. Especially to the point where the average person recognizes their faces. So, he’s been getting extra press, and he loves that shit. And that’s all good, until shit doesn’t work out between us or I end up somehow vilified again.”
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