“You smell good as hell,” I muttered against the side of her neck before kissing it once.
“Kyrie…” She laughed softly. “I’m trying to cook.”
“And I’m trying to mind my business, but you keep standing over here, looking thick.”
She ain’t say nothing. She just smiled, and she shook her head while standing at the stove. I grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing slowly. That shit was soft as hell, too.
“Kyrie…” she moaned quietly, making me smirk.
“What?” I chuckled against her ear.
“Stop.”
“Stop what, mami?” I asked, my voice lower this time.
For some reason, she loved it when I talked in her ear. Every time I did it, her whole body reacted as if the shit had flipped a switch in her or something.
“I’m trying to cook,” she muttered, trying to sound irritated even though I could hear the smile in her voice.
“And I’m letting you cook.” I grinned while sliding my hand over her hip.
“No, you not.”
Before I could say something slick back, my phone suddenly started ringing on the counter.
I let out a breath before walking to grab it. The second I saw Thomas’ name flash across the screen, my mood shifted a little.
“Yeah?” I answered, sliding the phone to my ear.
“Hey, Kyrie, what you doing right now?” Thomas asked.
“I’m at the house with Sianni. What’s up?”
There was a pause.
“I just got a call saying Jamal got released.”
“What the fuck?”
My voice came out louder than I meant it to, making Sianni jump slightly behind me.
“Yeah,” Thomas continued. “They said it wasn’t enough evidence, and now he claiming self-defense.”
I felt my jaw tighten instantly.
This was exactly why I ain’t wanna involve them people in the first damn place. I already knew they wasn’t gon’ do shit.
“Bet,” I muttered, biting my bottom lip while nodding slowly.
“Kyrie,” Thomas warned. “Don’t do no stupid shit.”
“I ain’t doing nothing,” I replied, even though my mind was already moving. “But good looking out.”
“Man, I’m serious.”
“I hear you.”
The second the call ended, I slammed my phone down on the counter hard enough to make Sianni flinch again.
