Page 253 of Not My Type
The bottle drops. Glass shatters.
I stare at the grave for a long second, then I sit on it, resting my head on the headstone, my eyes on the starless sky. “Long time wi nuh reason, eh?” my voice quiet. Almost conversational.
The wind howls through the trees. The night stretches, still and waiting.
Then—my phone rings.
My jaw tightens. I hiss, dragging a palm down my face before pulling the phone from my pocket.
A slow inhale, then a long exhale.
It’s Gutta.
I still swipe the red decline button, pull down the notifications, and hit DND.
GUTTA
“Jadennnnn!” the braider moans, back arching off the mattress. If mi a be honest? Dawg, mi d’evu member di gyal name.
All mi know is she do Anna braids nice before she lef go har night shift.
And she feel tightttttttt.
“Jah…Jah, maybe a ‘cause we a cheat mek dis feel so good,” I murmur against her neck, lips dragging ‘cross her skin.
“Shit... Jadennn,” she clutches the sheet tight, breathless, her legs shaking, a small laugh slipping out too. “Murda fi the dolly.” Nah lie, fi a slimmaz, she sexy and ‘round dawg. I grip her waist, pulling her closer,feeling how she molds around me, the perfect fit. She locks me in place, grip wayyy better than Anna’s. Nuh trouble this now dawg?
I slide my hand up her throat, thumb brushing the side of her neck. She tilts her head back, her messy bun falling apart, baby hair curling up from the sweat. She looks me dead in the eyes.
“Waitttttt…Jai slow… slow down please,” she breathes, eyes wide like she cyaa believe sup’m can feel so good. This a not even man be—
“Jah Jah,” I groan in disbelief, and pound harder. She screams out. “Murdaaaa!” I flip her over, my forehead pressed ‘gainst hers. She’s panting, eyes searching my face like she’s looking for answers.
I see her name in cursive below her small breast bouncing, and in a low, groan I drag, “Sashiekaaa...” as if I already knew all this time.
Anuh we first time a mess around, but sup’m bout now... just feel like a it this star. Maybe cause mi kno’ Teyanna nah fawud back til’ a mawning and mi have Sashieka fi the whole night. Usually a quickie here and there. We neva’ get this much time alone, and after the day we just have a Mobay, mi did affi get a release. She looks me dead in my eyes. Again.
“Doh do that,” I warn her.
She squints, lips part just a likkle. “Do wah?”
“Don’t look mi inna mi eye,” my lips grazing hers, breath still uneven.
She smirks like she’s feelin’ herself now. “Why mi cya’ look inna yuh eye sir?” I look down at the view, her thighs dripping with juices, each thrust her sounds fills my ears. I lean into her, drag my lips ‘cross har jaw, voice dropping. “Cah mi nuh wah yuh fall in love wid mon.” Worst she so young.
“So after this... mi fi just forget this?” she tries to catch her breath. Mi feel di grip tighten. Jah jah. My phone rings.
I grab the phone, still inside har, and kiss my teeth. “Yo, mi inna sup’m, dawg, wah yuh wah?”
The voice I hear makes me furrow my brows. Joe? Instantly mi kno’ sup’m wrong. “Wah gwan?”
“Look fi yuh bredda, him just lef but... feel like a one a him episode dem.” Prezi? Jah know.
“Weh him gone?”
“Mi nuh sure... call... just check on him, cause yuh kno’ he may not appreciate me calling,” Joe explains.
“Alright,” I hang up, now calling him. Sash shifts, and I pull out completely. Prezi declines the call. It goes to unavailable on my second try.
