Page 63 of Jaeda

“Come on, Jae,” he complained. “We just made good with this nigga. Don’t come in here riling shit up.”

I laughed as I turned to Quaid. “Did they behave?”

He smirked. “For the most part.”

Maceo kissed his teeth. “You made sure of that, didn’t you?” he asked me.

“I sure did. Isn’t it nice to have sisters that ride for you?”

My brothers shook their heads.

“Don’t worry about it,” Smoke said, taking a sip of his drink. “You gon’ get it back. Burn that dress when you take it off. You want somebody to get their ass beat tonight.”

Quaid pulled me in front of him and wrapped his arm around me.

“I got her,” he said, kissing my temple. “Don’t worry about that.”

“Just make sure them hands work for more than clicking on a keyboard,” Deuce said.

I smirked, almost responding with, “They damn sure do.”

I didn’t have to say anything, though. They got the message loud and clear.

Quaid laughed. “You want a drink, baby?”

“Yes. But first, I want a dance.”

My brothers broke out into laughter.

“Your no rhythm having ass wants to dance?” Maceo said. “Yeah, you really like this nigga. Go on so I can record this.”

I stuck up a middle finger at the group of them before pulling Quaid toward the stairs. It was true that I wasn’t the mostcoordinated dancer, but if I was going to be here, I was going to enjoy myself.

“I’m really not a good dancer,” I confessed to Quaid once we hit the dance floor.

“That’s okay. As long as you can take direction, you’ll be fine. Can you take direction, baby?”

The way he asked that, coupled with the lustful look in his eyes, had me stuttering to get out the word yes. He chuckled as he pulled me onto the dance floor. The DJ dropped the beat to “Slow It Down” by 2 Smooth. I loved this song. It was one of many I played when I was home by myself, sipping wine and smoking my blunts, just vibing with myself.

That was the one time I seemed to have a little rhythm about myself. Thankfully, my brothers hadn’t ruined my high. When the beat filled my ears, it was like I’d been transported back to that space in my living room. I closed my eyes and turned my back to him, swaying my hips to the beat.

Quaid’s arm came around my waist, and he pulled me into him. Our movements were fluid and in sync. I’d never felt so sexy or felt myself this much. He rolled his hips as his hands glided up, down, over, and across my body.

“You don’t need direction, baby,” Quaid whispered in my ear. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

I turned in his arms to face him as the song switched to Leon Thomas “Yes It Is,” another one of my favorites. When Quaid started singing the song low enough for only me to hear, I couldn’t help but blush. He delivered a kiss to my lips as he sang that line about being a vocal coach for my throat. I swear my panties flooded. I’d never sucked dick a day in my life, but I’d break out my inner porn star for this man.

We were engrossed in each other until a ruckus broke out at the bar. We looked over to see Titan arguing with a group of four men who were obviously drunk. Mia was behind him yelling andpointing her finger at them. That was all it took for both of us to make our way over to the bar. Looking over my shoulder, I could see my brothers making haste from the VIP section.

“What’s wrong?” I asked my sister upon going to her side.

“The nigga grabbed my ass,” she said, pointing at the guy going back and forth with Titan. His shirt was drenched in what I could only guess was liquor.

“Fuck that bitch!” the guy spat. “We take turns with thot bitches like that.”

“I got your thot bitch!” Mia yelled, hurling a glass at him. “You could never get close enough to smell my pussy, and that’s why you mad, bitch ass nigga!”

He tried to rush her, and that made Titan clock him in the temple. They started fighting and, much to my surprise, Quaid jumped in, swinging like he’d been fighting all his life. Before I knew it, my brothers jumped in, no questions asked. The six of them went to work on the four guys, causing everybody in the club to tune in to the live action royal rumble.

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