Finally Us (Next Generation #5) - J.M. Walker Page 0,87
have to remind me.” She sauntered her hips, giving me a wink over her shoulder.
Catching up with her, I caught her around the waist. “You’ll remember the size when you’re gagging on it.” I gave her ass a smack and walked away, a smug smile forming on my face at the flush I left on her cheeks.
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(Gigi)
I found as much as I missed Vince, I enjoyed the tension brewing between us. Especially the flirting. The constant touching. The dirty and vulgar words. My body burned for him, my mouth watering at what he threatened.
When I woke up that morning, his face had been between my legs. I begged, pleaded for him to fuck me, but he refused. It was sweet in a way but also frustrating at the same time.
As he walked toward Rory’s house, Tenise had greeted him at the front door.
My stomach twisted at the sight of her. Even though I wasn’t her biggest fan, I could still admit that she was beautiful. She was shorter than I was but not by much. She had curves that I was sure made most men drop to their knees. Her tits were also bigger than mine but luckily, Vince wasn’t a boob man. That little fact made me feel somewhat better at least.
He walked around her and disappeared into his best friend’s new home while Tenise stayed back and stared my way.
I swallowed hard, my heart jumping to my throat. I never had to deal with a jealous woman before. Even though she was dating Rory, I could still see the longing stares she had for Vince. I wondered if Rory knew about her feelings for his best friend.
“You and Vin seem to be happy,” she said as I neared her.
“We are.” But it still pissed me off that she called him Vin. I wasn’t exactly sure why, but it annoyed the hell out of me that she had her own little nickname for him.
Her brows narrowed, her eyes roaming down the length of me. Her lip curled up in disgust as she crossed her arms under her chest. “You guys serious now or what?”
A tremor of unease rippled down my spine. I was thankful at that moment that I was wearing a loose-fitting sweater. Not that my bump was showing yet, but something told me, that teeny tiny little voice warned me against letting her know that I was pregnant with Vince’s baby.
“We are.” I went to walk by Tenise when her next words stopped me.
“He’ll leave you.”
I looked back at her. “And you know that how?”
“Because he’s young. He’s only twenty-one. You’re holding him back.” She leaned against the banister of the porch. “He probably fucked around when he went to school too. Rory, Mason, and I went up to see him. You should have seen the women hanging off of him. I’m not a lesbian but even I would have given them a shot.”
My jaw clenched, my teeth grinding against each other.
The door opened then, revealing Vince. “Queenie?” He stepped up behind me. “What’s going on?”
I stared at Tenise, his friend’s so-called girlfriend. “Apparently you fucked around when you went to school and had women hanging off of you,” I told him.
Tenise’s eyes widened.
“What the fuck?” Vince grabbed my hand, spinning me around. “You know that’s not true. Tenise, did you tell her that?”
“Women were constantly hitting on you,” she reminded him, crossing her arms under her chest.
“That doesn’t matter. I didn’t do shit with them.” Vince’s eyes darted back and forth. “You have to believe me.” He pulled me against him. “Please, Gigi.”
“What’s going on?” Rory asked, joining us on the porch.
“Your girlfriend is trying to cause shit,” Vince told him. “I never fucked those women.” He looked down at me. “I swear I didn’t.”
“I know.” I wrapped my arm around his waist. “I believe you.”
“Tenise,” Rory barked. “I think we need to talk.”
“Of course, baby.” Tenise came toward us and stopped directly beside me. She leaned down toward my ear. “I hope he thinks of me the next time he’s inside you.”
My mouth fell open.
She stood up straight, walking into the house.
“I’m sorry,” Rory mumbled, following his girlfriend.
“What the hell was that about?” Mason asked, coming outside.
“What did she just say to you?” Vince asked me, ignoring his friend.
“Nothing important,” I told him.
“Gigi, tell me,” he demanded.
“It doesn’t matter because I know it won’t happen.” I clutched his shirt in my hand, pulling him down to meet my mouth. “Kiss me.”