"Go in the house before I say fuck those granny panties you put on to turn me off." Jawaan's voice is huskier than usual, while his eyes show his barely containable restraint.
Without looking away, I back out of Jawaan's grasp, and my weak knees shake while matching the quivering of my limbs.
It took everything in me not to beg Jawaan to come into my house so he could cum in me. For the first time in my adulting sex life, I had to take a cold shower to cool down my honeypot. To say the first date between Jawaan and me was memorable would be an understatement. The night's highlight for me was dancing with him during multiple songs played by the man withthe saxophone. Jawaan had me feeling cherished and desirable in a way that I have been lacking. Despite dating for four years, Aldis had never taken me to such an intimate place on a date.
Chile that isn't farfetched since Aldis had only been worried about his dick.
"Zurmani Unique Coates, what the hell are you doing with all that heavy breathing and shit?" Jamaica's question cuts into my thoughts, snapping me back to the here and now.
Heat fills my cheeks, and I attempt to get myself together when laughter pierces the line before Evie speaks.
"Girl, it sounds like she's either thinking about her new man or remembering what he looks like naked," Evie says.
My mouth dries when Jawaan's image enters my mind, and I bite my lip while trying to imagine what he looks like without clothes.
"Hush, Evie. You're normally the religious one between the three of us, so continue pretending in this moment," Jamaica comments in an elevated tone.
My forehead wrinkles, and my mouth twists when I hear the aggression in Jamaica's tone, causing me to investigate the cause.
"What's crawled up your butt, Jamaica?" I ask.
"Nothing."
"She's lonely and bitter," Evie remarks before Jamaica finishes her single-word answer.
"Shut up, Evie," Jamaica adds.
My lips twist into a deep frown, and my brows hike while I try to analyze what's gotten into Jamaica.
"What's bothering you, Jamaica?" I probe.
"Fine, since you forced my hand. I'm not sure if Jawaan is right for you," Jamaica discloses.
My head snaps back like a dart has hit me in the center of my chest because I'm not sure where the statement is coming from.
"Girl. Your jealousy is showing," Evie says, giggling.
"Jealous of what, exactly? I'm giving my opinion on the man who gave us the cold shoulder," Jamaica defends.
"It's crazy to come to that conclusion when you only spent seconds in Jawaan's presence. Hm. The great thing about this entire conversation is that Jawaan is only dating me. Therefore, my thoughts and opinions about my man are the only relevant ones," I respond, rubbing my temple when pain appears from my elevating blood pressure.
"Tell her friend. The only thing that man gave us was a polite smile during the unexpected interruption to the start of his admiration for you," Evie chimes.
"On that note, I gotta go," Jamaica blurts before hanging up without another word, causing my mouth to open.
"Wow. A jealous bitch is a miserable one. Don't let her negative ass fuck with the happiness you feel," Evie says.
Beep. Beep.
The clicking of my other line has me pulling the phone from my ear before a wide smile upturns my lips when Jawaan's name flashes on my screen.
"I-uh, need to take this incoming call. Thank you, though," I say, damn near panting with the knowledge that I'm only seconds away from hearing Jawaan's voice.
"Mhm. Go ahead," Evie says, disconnecting.
Inhaling quickly, I blow the air from my lungs before answering the call, hoping Jawaan can't hear my merriment.
"Hello."
