Page 119 of Not My Type
“It yellow so a pineapple,” I answer with an attitude.
“A yuh boyfriend?”
“Mhmm,” I turn to face Nickoi, blocking her from him, my arms still around him.
“Mi a go inside,” I say, and he follows me to the veranda before we go our separate ways. I sink into the sofa in the living room while he joins Dino. A few minutes later, he hands me a plate of food—rice and peas with fried chicken and vegetables.
“Thanks babe,” I smile and he looks back at Dino who is talking to him.
“Bredda a it every man a buy now enuh,” Dino shows him something on his phone. I find myself staring at Nickoi then I start eating.
This taste so good. Jesus a muss Ms. Hanett cook.
“Eh bad fi true,” Gavin joins me, clapping his mouth.
“Disgusting like,” I roll my eyes and he laughs before he gets serious.
He drinks his water. “Mi did miss you enuh gyal.” He says, catching me off guard. He did?
I laugh. “Really?”
“Yes mi a seh why mi seh all a that to you... girl mi sorry bout it. Mi just never wah yuh get hurt and mi did feel like him did wah use yuh,” he explains.
“Aww,” I put my food to the side and rock him side to side in a hug.
I look up and my eyes meets Nickoi’s lustful stare. Instantly, my cheeks rises due to my radiant smile.
Mhmm. I pull away and Gavin looks back to see what I was looking at before he looks back at me. “Bwoy unuh need a room.” I pick up my food with a sheepish smile.
“Um... ” I blush and he bursts out in laughter.
“The tension between unuh... nosah,” he says.
“Shut up nuh,” I laugh.
Nickoi comes over to us making my heart rate speed up. Jesus. I squeeze my legs together. “If yuh wah she live yuh nuh just creep up pon har so cas she look like she out fi have a heart failure,” Gavin chuckles.
Gavin is only making me feel worst.
Nickoi smiles. “Mi wah borrow her for a while.”
Borrow me?
Gavin holds up his hands. “Hey, take her for as long as you want, just carry har back when the family game them start.”
I roll my eyes playfully and follow Nickoi. Weh wi a go? He opens the bathroom door and walks in. You would think he lives here. I close the door softly, resting my back on the door with a nervous smile. This feels like one of those situations where you know what to expect but can’t help feeling nervous. The last time was so good and intense. But the pain was there a lot too, his monstrous length made me shed a few tears. Now here we are again. Am I excited? Yes. Am I scared? A little, but let’s see.
“What’s this about?” I ask pretending to be unaware though it’s clear as day the timing he’s on.
He gives me a look. “I think you know,” he says and my face flushes.
Yuh been a look at him.
With his eyes still set on me, he pulls his buckle, eyes darkening by the seconds “Come yer,” Nickoi demands in a tone that leaves no space for discussion.
Slowly, I move toward him, my core pulsing in rhythm with the insistent beat of a Congo drum. Nickoi’s shorts slip down slightly, revealing the waistband of his Polo underwear. Then, with one swift motion, he pulls them down, exposing his colossal size.
“Jesus,” I breathe.
