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Even though these were two people who I trusted, I still didn’t quite feel comfortable giving the specifics on who would actually be in attendance. And I was glad they didn’t ask any questions about it, Gerald instead twisting his lips to immediately call bullshit on my plans while Hawk acknowledged, “If you having dinner with the fam, then y’all must be gettin’ pretty serious.”
“Yeah, you could say that,” I admitted, Hawk responding with a series of nods as if to say,“That’s what’s up”.
Gerald, on the other hand, couldn’t help putting his two cents in when he said, “I been told you from the very beginning, Hawk. Eighteen months and an unplanned fetus.”
“Yo, chill,” I groaned, asking for the impossible since “chill” wasn’t even in Big G’s vocabulary. And for that reason, I was far from surprised when he challenged, “Make it to the eighteen-month mark without knocking your girl up, and I will.”
Shaking my head with a grin, I gave them both some dap as I announced, “I’ll get up with y’all boys tomorrow.” And then I was off to my truck for a second time, shooting Shakira a text to let her know I was on my way before I made the drive to her house that gave me just enough time to prepare myself for what was to come.
Or so I thought.
When Shakira’s aunt Iris answered the door ogling me, it was an instant reminder of why I’d said I wasn’t sure if her attendance was going to make things better or worse , the sensual smirk on her face pushing me towards the latter as she purred, “Well hello there.”
“Hey, how you doin’, Ms. Iris?” I responded, trying my best to be polite as I stepped into the house while telling her, “It’s good to see you again.”
“And you as well, Ken-dall,” she replied before extending her arms for a hug that I was honestly cautious about accepting. And for good reason since the second she wrapped herself around me, she let out a long moan, making shit awkward as hell as I asked, “Uh… Shakira’s upstairs?”
I was hoping the mention of her niece would be just the thing to get her to let go.
But it wasn’t.
In fact, she squeezed me a little tighter when she answered, “Yeah, she just went to change out of her cooking clothes. She should be down in a minute.”
“I’m gonna go say what’s up,” I told her as I gently extracted myself, the lazy smile on Ms. Iris’s face letting me know she’d gotten her fill. And honestly, that only made the whole thing feel even more gross as I left to head upstairs with plans of telling Shakira she needed to get her auntie under control, only to be distracted when I found my fine ass woman standing in front of her floor-length mirror taking selfies.
For a second, I just stood in the doorway admiring her as she snapped shot after shot, switching the angle of her phone every which way until she found the lighting she liked best. And once she got that down, it was a matter of finding the right pose, her leg propped up in a way that had her ass poking out and had me sliding up behind it which made her gasp in surprise before her lips softened into a smile.
“Hi, Snoopy.”
“Take the picture,” I told her, wrapping my arm around the front of her waist and placing my head near the crook of her neck as Shakira snapped a few shots of the two of us. And when I pressed a kiss against the skin near her collarbone, she took a few more, eventually deciding she was done playing photographer when she dropped her phone and said, “Okay, now give me a real kiss.”
After grinning at her through the mirror, I waited until she was turned around in my hold before giving her exactly what she’d requested. And while the feel of her plush lips against mine was enough to have my dick trying to get in on the action, it was equally satisfying to see the pure adoration in Shakira’s eyes when she pulled back and sighed, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Shake,” I replied, pressing a second kiss against her lips before asking her, “How you feelin’?”
“Better now that you’re here,” she answered, releasing another sigh as she explained, “My auntie has been driving mecrazytryna get footage of me in the kitchen that she can turn into social media content. And my dad has justbeen… in the way.”
The mention of her pops made my ears perk up. “He’s already here?”
With a quick nod, Shakira replied, “Yeah, he’s downstairs. You didn’t see him?”
“Nah, I only saw your auntie who hugged me and ain’t wanna let go,” I groaned, hoping Shakira would catch the hint that that shit was starting to get out of hand. But instead, she found it humorous, giggling as she squeezed me a little tighter and responded, “Same, auntie.Same.”
While I started to shake my head, Shakira said, “Seriously, though. I’ll be sure to say something if she starts acting up again.”
“I’d appreciate that,” I replied, Shakira responding with a cheesy grin that made me pull her a little closer and ask, “What?”
“You look good, Kendall,” she complimented, reaching for my neck as she said, “This gold chain is a nice touch.”
“Had to switch it up sincesomebodystill ain’t gave me my other chain back,” I responded, the fact that I was really only teasing her making it more amusing when she defended, “You never even asked for it!”
“You didn’t exactly make plans to return it either.”
Once Shakira pursed her lips together, I could tell she knew I was right, making it less of a surprise when she changed her angle by asking, “Can we both agree it looks better on me, though?”
“Everything looks better on you, Shakira,” I told her, pressing a kiss against her cheek, and then her jawline, and then her neck where she let out a soft moan before she giggled and pushed me away with a proclamation.
“Dinner first, dessert later, Mr. Dogwood.”
