Page 66 of Not My Type
“No, it’s not an event. I just want a bikini to wear in the pool,” I laugh.
“Oh, so the color no matter,” she says more to herself before she pulls out a blue bikini.
I don’t like it. My eyes find a gold bikini. “Let me see that,” I point at it and she hands it to me.
“Yuh like deh one yer?” Her smile, so pretty. “It’s sexy enuh.”
“I don’t mind,” I beam, admiring the bikini. “This is the one.”
“Anything you say enuh baby. Gwan go dazzle the Don eyes,” she jokes. I laugh sheepishly.
“Alright baby love, Nick already pay fi it.”
“Alright then, thank you!” I nod.
After we’re through, I follow her out then I get dressed. It’s really sexy. I turn, looking at my ass in the mirror. Mama would faint if she sees me in this bikini—I’m partially naked.
Well, a yuh man yaad yuh deh! Nuhn nuh wrong.
That thought causes me to shrug as I walk towards the island. I pick up the lemon beer and take a sip. Bay top a top liquor deh here and yuh tek a lemon beer. Mad gyal.
I walk to the pool and rest the beer on the edge and slowly get in the water. It’s freezing cold. I swim to the other side of the pool, splashing the water. Then I sit on the edge, in deep thought. It’s funny how I’m alone in the pool and mentally alone too.You got me, nuh worry yourself.
I chuckle at my subconscious with a shake of my head. At this point, anybody would think I’m going crazy. I left my phone in the living room so that I could avoid my mother’s calls. She wants to argue and I’ve alreadymade my decision. I can’t take the uncalled-for arguments. Yes dem claim seh yuh disappoint them... we get it. Get over it.
I laugh out again. Good thing a me one deh yer enuh.
I take another swim, this time I’m relaxing. Then I move to the edge for a mouthful of beer. A gasp leaves my lips when I see Nickoi approaching me.
I can’t help the beautiful smile that paints my lips.
“You took... long,” I point out and he only smiles.
I understand that he isn’t much of a talker, but is this how he’s gonna be with me? I like to talk.
A you want bad man. Dem nuh love talk, the girl in my head says, sounding like Sash.
He quirks an eyebrow as he scans my body. I blush and look away from him checking me out intensely.
“So why you choose this one?” I can’t decipher if he’s pleased or not.
“Wah yuh think?” I meet his lustful stare. He tilts his head and licks his lips.
“A cya’ you a the good girl who teach at St. Jago. It’s like yuh wan’ sup’m gwaan right now,” his voice raspy.
I stare up at him under my lashes.
“You cya’ wear this go nowhere but around me still,” he leans in and slaps my ass from the side, while I’m sitting. The strong Dior he’s wearing tickles my nose as he leans over and slaps my ass for the second time. My eyes drop to his red Polo shorts, dropped below his plaid Ralph Lauren underwear. There’s something about the way he wears his clothes. So sexy.
I spot that bulg—and my whole body fires up. I try to look away, but his eyes pin me in place. Bold. Hungry. Our lips hover, inches apart, and the air? Heavy. Charged. The way he’s looking at me? Like he’s already tasted me—and wants more. Jesus! I have to focus on something else—anything else. His brand of choice happens to be the perfect distraction. Why is he always in polo?
Him muss be an ambassador fi polo.
I chuckle softly and try to get back in the pool. He grabs my arm. I’m forced to a halt. I turn to him, staring in his eyes. Then he grips the flimsy string in my ass and pulls at it with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His eyes, filled with carnalities. It pricks my skin the moment he releases it.
“Ow,” I whine, but it sounds more like a moan. Of course, he’s staring at me like he’s starving. I push him off, trying to play it cool, but before I can get away, he pulls me right back in. His hug is slow, sensual, and damn near makes me lose my mind. His hands start roaming, and my whole body lights up. Whew. My clit is jumping in ecstasy. When he pulls at my thong, it grips at my folds, putting pressure on my most sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s almost as if he’s playing with it. With me. I feel like he’s cognizant of that too. It’s evident in the way he’s staring at me as if I’m a prey who he’s eager to devour.
He’s so tall—and smells so delicious. I wrap my arms around him, smiling against his tees. Watch cute ova yasso!
