Page 70 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

Because you kno’ Nickoi a mad man inna clean clothes.

“Please, come on,” I say again, and this time, he gets in the car with me.

“So you would a just mek that go so?” his eyes on me.

“No but just let it go,” I whine. Jordane gets in the back.

“Ah,” he says, popping a fry in his mouth.

When we get home, I tell Nickoi that I want to visit Mama, but he says it would be better if I go there on Thursday.

Jordane stares at the screen angrily, and I sit beside him. “Put that behind you,” I start, but just then, Nickoi walks out to take a call.

“Nah 3 meds it enuh,” his light brown eyes steely.

I don’t bother him, instead, I start on dinner. I make rice and stew fish, helping Jordane occasionally until we finally finish the essay.

“Thanks... it sound good enuh,” he chuckles and I smile.

“Yuh good now?” I ask curiously.

“Good yah now mon,” he nods and I give him a plate of food.

“This smell good sis,” he compliments.

“Thanks,” I smile then my gaze darts to Nickoi. He’s still outside on the phone. I cover his food before I hop up on the stool and start eating.

“This bad enuh,” he chuckles and I smile at him.

I turn on the TV in the kitchen, scrolling through Netflix for something to watch. Cya eat without watching something. I click on ‘YOU’ and as I eat my food, Joe’s unhinged shenanigans consume me.

Yuh just like Joe enuh, my subconscious tells me.

I mean... a little. Mi read into everything like Joe and investigate everything. Mi just nah kill nobody.

“Yuh think age matter?” Jordane asks grabbing my attention.

“Hmm in a way,why?”

“If mi tell yuh say mi have a ooman weh a 24 wah yuh think?” Jor asks. Ummm.

“You’re like what...17?”

“Yea...” he blushes. What in the madhouse.

“Mi think yuh too young fi har,” I say to him honestly.

“Yes a that everybody a say... family etc a just mi bredda dem understand,” he smirks. Nickoi him would a affi understand.

“Ohh... why such a big woman?” is my question.

“She d’even look big if mi show yuh mi and har she look young,” he tells me, showing me a picture of them at a hotel. They look cute if yuh nuh know the age diference. She’s short with a petite body. That’s exactly why she nuh look older than him.

“I guess it’s okay... once yuh love each other a that matter,” I shrug. At this point mi give up!

“Fi real mi rate har,” he smiles.

“She work?” is my next question.

“Yes she work at the bank,” his voice deep.

“Okay, that’s nice,” I still don’t know how to feel.

“Yea man,” he stretches his legs. “Yuh rate mi bredda?” I meet his gaze with a smile.

“I love your brother,” my voice like butter.

“Mi know mon and mi rate that... him love yuh too, him just a likkle messed up y’know...” What’s that supposed to mean?

He shifts the topic, realizing that he said too much. It makes me wonder, but I stay quiet. Minutes after, Jordane announces that he’s gonna leave.

“Bye and take care enuh,” I keep my eyes on him.

“A mi ooman want mi... har man fly out,” he smiles and close the door leaving me in silence. What a bad likkle bwoy.

Later in the night, I shower, change into my white pj’s, climb on my bed and lie on my stomach. I scroll through Instagram. Nickoi smacks my ass, and I hiss looking over my shoulder at him before I scream. “That hot enuh!”

“Mi know,” he slaps me again and I rubs my ass. The pleasing sound of his laughs fill the room as he hovers me.

“Yuh eat the food?” I ask him.

“Yea... it taste good,” he compliments and I smile.

“Thanks,” I say and he glides his fingertips all the way up the hem of my shorts.

NICKOI

Zara been playing with me—unintentionally, of course.

I let her slide last night, but not tonight.

I lean back, eyes tracing her perfect ass, then her flawless skin.

She turns to face me, and I catch her off guard with a quick peck on the cheek, inhaling her scent, my eyes burning with desire as they move down her curves.

She smiles sheepishly trying her hardest to avoid my stare. I pull at the hem of her shorts and she moves to me a little. Mi know yuh want me.

“W-what time you bringing me over?” she asks, looking away. I can’t help but smile, watching her try to hide the fire in her eyes.

I chuckle, watching her squirm, “Naffi hide it, Zara. You know mi can feel the heat between us.” I lean in closer, and closer, my voice dropping low. “Everytime we do this, it’s like mi discover a new side of you, not mad at it... nah complain.”

She laughs out. “Gwaan laugh mon and see how fast me laugh yuh out a yuh drawz,” I grip her thighs.

She squirms and I close the space between us as I lie down on her with my face in her neck. I love how she smells. She strokes my hair, and we stay in this position, speaking softly between even softer kisses.

“Yuh know mi know yuh eyes dem... long before mi and yuh deh,” I murmur, lips burning against her skin. Her body tenses, confusion flickering in her eyes. “Like when yuh a guh high school… even before that.”

“Me?” she points to her chest.

“Yah,” I hug her tight.

“I don’t remember you...” her brows pulling together.

“Yuh neva’ know me, but Dino post a old picture with you and yuh loud cousin the other day, and me see you, and it click.

Then me and him talk, and mi realize say a you a the girl, mi always a look, but him always a gatekeep yuh, say mi a dawg and him nuh wah mi hurt yuh,” I bite my lip, reach for my phone and scroll through some old DMs, five years ago.

“Pree dem message yah.” Her lips parting.

“So why yuh neva’ be as persistent?” her eyes low. “Like how yuh wouldn’t give up now, so you could be my high school boo like my parents...”

“Cause a long time... and things did different. Mi a man now and you a big ooman now.”

“Mi nuh understand,” her eyes melting in mine, our bodies tangled. The A/C cold, our bodies warm.

“When mi talk to Dino, mi connect the dots... ” I smirk.

“What dots?” she’s smiling.

“Your family reunion was the perfect piece to the puzzle yuh zimi? A long time mi know Dino. We a run from prep days as a likkle youth, we were apart of the same club, then KC buy him, but mi member one a wi likkle training dem, yuh fawud, and mi did love yuh off, but den him tell mi say yaw twelve so mi lowe yuh. Fast forward, now him a make mi know say a you... and everything a fall in place.”

She’s speechless, then she says. “So the universe did its thing.”

“Yah... and yuh kno say Talia was Miss Mexico?” I watch as her eyes darken at the mention of her name.

“How she drop in?” she’s annoyed.

“Just feel like it couldn’t get prettier than her...” I bite my lip at that, she hides her face, blushing.

“Yuh get wah mi a try say?”

“Mhmm..” she’s so shy bruh, avoiding my stare.

“Mi love yuh dark skin... and the fact that yuh don’t even seem to realize how gorgeous you are, make it even 10 times better.

Waking up to your face in the morning alone get mi high.

Believe. Talia used to always say she pretty yuh zimi?

Til it get corny. Cause if yuh so pretty why yuh keep on a say that?

” I screw up my face and we laugh, low, both of us sounding high.

Mi affi high fi real dawg, mi a chat too much.

It’s so different, being this close to her; feeling her soft skin underneath me while listening to her sweet laughs and her soft voice as she speaks to me.

“What’s your favorite feature on me?”

“Mi have a long list...” I smirk. “That kinda hard.. but mi have a top 3,” I add.

“Okay... I’ll go first. I loveeee your lips,” her voice soft and full of desire.“Every time you kiss me, it’s like you’re saying a thousand things without speaking. And your eyes... they always seem to see right through me, like you know exactly what I need without me saying a word.”

“Jah jah..” I smirk. “Yuh perfect, so we nah guh talk bout physical features. Mi nah guh done today, but mi love how yuh think... yuh smart... innocent yes, but bright, mi love bright girls and mi love your aura, Zara.”

She smiles. “Mi love sup’m else too. Think yuh know that already,” soon as I say that, she climbs over, grinding her hips on me.

I can feel myself growing harder the more she rocks her hips against me.

My eyes melt away in hers. She puts her arms around my neck and presses a long kiss to my lips again.

I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding.

My hands move down and squeeze her ass, eliciting a moan from her.

A smirk tugs at my lips. I let her have her way for a minute, but I can’t hold back much longer.

Gripping her neck, I slam her back against the bed, my eyes locked on hers.

She looks up at me, slow, teasingly, unbuttoning her blouse like she’s in control. Jah know, Zara.

Watching her peel herself open for me, all while that innocent mask tries to hide what she knows is really going on beneath, has me losing it. Cya believe a she this..

Yuh betta believe.

My smile grows when she tucks her lip inside her mouth. She nuh shy right now enuh.

As soon as I take off my clothes, she pulls me down until I’m laying between her open legs. I lie between her feeling her feet brushing against my arms. Her eyes drop to my lips, and mine follow the same path. The tension between us is thick.

“Nickoi, I’m so… ughh,” she groans, her head thrown back as I drag my tongue up her neck, slow, from the base to her chin.

I swear I saw her body shiver when I did that. Her dark brown eyes lock with mine, and for a second, they look unrecognizable—completely consumed by that raw, unfiltered desire. “Kiss me,” she breathes out, voice shaky.