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“True.” He licked his luscious lips. Suddenly I felt like I was dancing with fire and quickly averted my eyes from his burning gaze. “Been there, done that. Now I have my eye on…”
“Yo, ma…?” my son Jacob called out walking into the kitchen. Saved. He frowned, stalking over and mushing Kyree in the head. “Man, why you always all up under my moms for? I just texted your ugly ass to see where you were.”
“Jacob!”
“My bad, Ma.”
Kyree sucked his teeth, pulling his phone from his front pocket. “Man, go ’head with that. Don’t hate. Celebrate. You know I’m big on your mom.”
“Yeah, well, you about to get a big lump upside that big-ass head of…”
“Boy, watch your mouth,” I warned, grabbing a dishtowel and playfully swatting him with it.
He laughed. “I’m saying, Ma. This fool is always somewhere grinning in your face. You know I don’t play that.” He wrapped his lanky arms around me and kissed me on the side of my head. “And you know I’m not even about to share you with this clown.”
Now it was my turn to laugh, trying to wiggle out of his embrace. “Boy, stop. You know there’s enough of me to go around.” That hadn’t come out the way I’d meant it, but the only one who seemed to pick up on the innuendo was Kyree.
Lust seemed to glow in his eyes. Fortunately Jacob hadn’t seen it. Otherwise I’m sure things wouldn’t have turned out so great that day. Both of my sons were overprotective and liked to think they were my fathers at times, especially when their father was away on business for extended periods of time, like he was this particular day.
Jacob draped his arm over my shoulder as Kyree smiled.
“Yeah, aiight. I got your clown all right,” he said, eyeing me. “Besides, you heard your mom. You gotta share her with me. Now we both have the world’s sexiest mom.”
My cheeks flushed.
“Man, you buggin’,” Jacob said, shooting him a dirty look. “Get outta here with that.”
“Kyree, are you staying for dinner?” I asked, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, feeling heat swell up inside of me from somewhere unknown, and so unexpected.
Jacob sucked his teeth. “You already know his greedy butt is. That’s the only reason he comes over.”
Kyree laughed, rising to his feet. “Hey, what can I say”—he rubbed his stomach—“I stay hungry. And I love to eat. So, yup, if you cooking, Mrs. Lang, I’m eating.” His eyes twinkled when he smiled, flashing the dimple in his left cheek.
“Yo, come on, fool, before I have to punch your lights out.” Jacob yanked him by the arm, dragging him toward the doorway. “Ma, we’ll be down in the basement. Let us know when dinner’s ready.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling somewhat relieved and flustered as they disappeared down the stairs, closing the door behind them.
I took a deep breath, then gasped.
Shit.
My panties were wet.
• • •
Later that evening, after dinner was long eaten and the dishes washed, Kyree sauntered out into the living room—leaving Jacob down in the basement, supposedly on the phone talking to his latest girlfriend. I was on the sofa finally watching the season finale of The Blacklist when he stood in the middle of the room.
There was about twenty more minutes left, and it literally had me sitting on the edge of my seat. And talking to me before a commercial break was a no-no.
“Awww, damn. This is my shit”—I shot him a scathing look—“oops, my bad, Mrs. Lang.” He looked at me apologetically. “I’m sayin’ though. Reddington is that dude; feel me?”
I didn’t answer, but it didn’t matter. I eyed him out of my peripheral vision as he sat down beside me. Breathed in his masculine scent as he eased back and stretched a muscled arm over the back of the sofa and spread his legs.
I nearly jumped out of my seat when Harold Cooper got attacked in his car.
“Oh, daaaayum!”
I lightly slapped him on his hard thigh. “Boy, I’ma put you up out of here, if you don’t watch your mouth.”
