Page 79 of Jaeda
“You care to wager on that, Mr. Michaels?”
“Baby, I’m competitive as hell. You’re gonna lose.”
“Put your money where your mouth is.”
He chuckled. “If I win, you have to put on that Kitana outfit.”
I glanced over at the sexy costume. I’d worn it to Comic Con a few years ago, before Jaiden started coming with me. With my identity concealed by the mask, I felt sexy and empowered. I looked up at Quaid, wondering if it would have the same effect on me with him.
“Deal,” I said.
“And if you win?”
I shrugged. “I just win. Either way, you’ll get lucky.”
He smirked and licked his lips. “I can rock with that.” Cracking his knuckles, he turned to the Pac-Man game. “You might was well go ahead and put that costume on, love.”
“Just play the game!”
We shared a laugh as he finally got started. I pulled up a stool from my downstairs bar and sat to watch him. It didn’t take long before I realized I was going to lose this game. I smirked to myself because even if I lost, I would still win. It was all of twenty minutes before I accepted my impending defeat. Sliding off the stool, I went to grab the outfit from the mannequin.
After slipping into the half bath, I stripped out of my robe, then put on the outfit. As I looked myself over in the mirror, I could tell I’d put on weight since the last time I wore this shit. My breasts had grown, my hips had spread, and my ass had gotten fatter. The outfit was way more filled out than it previously had been.
Maybe that would work in my favor. I had to channel my inner Sharina. If my sister was nothing else, she was seductive. She commanded Maceo’s attention every time she stepped into the room.
“You have to make a nigga crave you, sis,” she told me.
We were sitting in my living room one night like we’d been doing for the longest. I hated to have favorites, but Shar was absolutely my favorite of my brothers wives. She just understood me.
“I don’t know how to do?—”
“Bitch, look at you. You’re beautiful, Jaeda. The face card eats. The body is tea. Baby, you don’t have to do much. Just give the sexiness a little umph.”
“Meaning?”
“Men will deny it, but they love a woman in control. Dominance is sexy. You can be dominant without being aggressive. That’s what most of them like. Command hisattention. Tell him what to do and watch him be eager to please you. Like this.”
She came over and stood between my legs. Leaning in, she gently caressed my face. Sis didn’t say a word, but the eye contact alone had my attention. She smelled good, and if either of us were into women and she was single, she’d probably have my panties by now.
“You are so fucking pretty,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I bet you taste good too.”
“W-what?” I stammered.
“Shhh!” she commanded, placing a finger to my lips. “You ever tasted yourself?” She cupped my chin. “You ever played with your pussy then sucked those sweet juices from your fingers?”
I nodded my head.
“Oooo . . . you’re a nasty girl, aren’t you? I bet you love cumming all over those fingers, don’t you?”
Again, I nodded.
“I would love to see it,” she whispered in my ear. “Mmm . . . I bet I can make a bigger mess than you can.” She trailed her nails down my arm. “Would you like—Bitch, why are your nipples hard?”
I looked down to see my nipples straining against my shirt. Quickly, I covered myself.
“This is why I can’t teach you shit, Jaeda,” she said, laughing as she reclaimed her seat. “Your virgin ass gets hot and bothered.”
I knew right then that I couldn’t take lessons from her ass. It was clear why my brother couldn’t stay off her. She didn’t like women, and neither did I, yet she had me feeling some type of way.
