Page 140 of Only for Me

I glanced at Makari who was leaning back on her elbows with her back arched and her head dropped back. She looked sexy as fuck but I damn sure didn’t want the world enjoying the visual I had.

“Ay, tone that shit down,” I yelled and she turned her head to me and blew me a kiss, arching her back more dramatically.

“Yessssss, friend,” Shiya sang, hyping her up.

“Ay, Dee, get your damn wife. She doesn’t need to be hyping Kari.” I frowned hard and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Nah, my nigga. That’s all on you. I’m not about to get in the middle of that shit.”

We let the ladies do their thing and posted up on the lower deck, grabbing our first round of beers. Eventually they came down and joined us. Makari stepped between my legs and leaned back on my chest while she swiped through her pictures. I looped my arm around her waist, checking them out over her shoulder.

“Ay, go back one.”

“Why?”

“I wanna see the one you just passed.”

She swiped then held it up. She was sitting on her heels, looking back over her shoulder with this cute ass smile on her face but my focus was on her ass. Them cheeks were on display and it was sexy ass hell. Makari’s body was damn sure nice. She had curves and a little stomach, thick ass thighs, and an ass that was getting fat because of all the back shots. Everything about her was natural and I loved the maturity her body had from carrying Avi. My baby was fine as fuck.

“You like it?”

“Yeah I like it.” I kissed her neck.

“I think I’m going to post this one on my page and this one on my story.” I watched her swipe to another one of her sitting with her legs crossed, arms above her head stretched wide in a V with her head back. But because her arms were above her head, the bottom of her top rode up and exposed the curve of her breasts.

“Send me those then delete them shits from your phone.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not about to have me checking muthafuckers.”

She threw her head back and grinned. “You don’t have to check anybody just because I posted a picture.”

“If you post that shit I will and I’m not trying to have my name on another headline. Send them to me.”

“I look cute and I want to post a picture.” She hit me with a fake pout. I put my beer down, grabbed her phone, shifted to the camera app, and held it up, snapping a few of us with my free hand spread across her breasts. I also angled it so you couldn’t see past her chest and handed her camera back.

“Post that so they know what the fuck is up. And the first nigga that comments something about you or your body, I’m acting the fuck up.”

“Omiri, she’s cute today. You can’t block my girl from getting her shine,” Shiya said.

“The fuck you mean? You’re not getting any shine either. Not with that little ass shit you have on.” Dedric pulled Shiya to him and she rolled her eyes.

“I’m posting my pictures and Kari is posting hers.”

“Aight, keep thinking that.” I lifted my beer and turned it up. Makari threw her head back against my chest again and smiled up at me.

“So I’m out here cute for no reason?”

I grinned. “Nah, you’re cute for me, but if you want them out there that bad, I’ll post them on my page because niggas aren’t gonna be crazy enough to say no dumb shit.”

“Oh girl, go with that. He doesn’t even post on his page other than workouts or game stuff,” Sierra said and Ryland frowned hard at her.

“How the hell you know what he post on his page?”

We all had eyes on her because I needed to know that too. “I’m a Sharks fan. How do you think I knew who you were?” She shrugged.

“Well I’m the only Shark you need to be a fan of while we’re here. Stay the fuck off his page,” Ryland said and she smiled,looking highly amused. Makari and Shiya shared a look but neither of them said anything.