Page 318 of Kentrell

And I was handling it.

“She’s getting out, baby.” Zoe’s voice softened as she cupped my chin—the same one I couldn’t seem to unclench—and squeezed just enough to pull me out of my own head. “And me and Tasha… we’re gonna make sure it happens fast enough for her to be at our wedding… and at our baby’s birth.”

The way she smiled when she said it…

Bright. Blooming.

Like her whole heart was sitting right there on her face.

“I told Shaniece I’d come and see her again,” she added, almost like it was already scheduled.

And I just laid there… staring at her… feeling that tight pull in my chest grow into more love… love I felt just for her.

“You better stop calling her Shaniece—shit, you better off calling her Jellybean,” I warned, giving her a look as Zoe rolled her eyes like I was being dramatic.

“A’ight… don’t start callin’ me when she get on yo ass,” I added, nodding like I already saw the future unfolding.

Zoe cracked up laughing, covering her mouth like I’d said something wild.

“She told me I could call her Shaniece,” she giggled, and before she could get another word out, I kissed the sound right off her lips.

“And she told me she liked me.”

My head popped up fast. “When she say that?”

“Today!” Zoe beamed like she was proud of herself.

“How she say it though?” I sucked my teeth, giving her a playfully suspicious squint as her mouth fell open in mock offense.

“Don’t do me.” She rolled her eyes hard, but I kissed her again before she could keep pouting.

“Nah… I’m just playin’.” I smirked, licking my lips slow. “She really gon’ like yo ass when she find out you giving her her first grandbaby.”

My hand slid down, palming her stomach with a low possessiveness that had her breath catching. Then I scooted further down the bed, dropping soft kisses along the way until my mouth met her belly.

“First?” she asked, peeking down at me with that teasing little glint in her eye.

“Yup.”

I opened her legs wider, settling between them like I owned the space—which, at this point, I did. Staring her pussy—mypussy—in the face, I dragged my gaze up to hers, letting her feel just how gone I was over her.

“Caldwell Manor got all them rooms upstairs…” I murmured, smirking against her inner thigh. “We need to fill ‘em up.”

She giggled, squirming like she already knew what was coming.

“Quit movin’,” I growled low, gripping her thighs tighter and pulling her down the bed toward my face.

She’d gotten a fresh wax since she’d been gone. Her landing strip was cleaner… neater… her skin soft and bare everywhere else.

Had me licking my lips just staring at her.

“Kentrell.”

Her voice snapped me out of whatever coochie-induced trance I’d slipped into.

“Huh?” I blinked, looking up at her with a grin already pulling at my mouth.

“You’re not listening to me,” she whined, dragging the words out like she already knew I wasn’t paying her no mind.

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