Heart of A Jamaican Don (Book 1)

Chapter Thirteen

Chanize POV

"Wait..." I pulled away, looking over my shoulders as I catch my breath,

"You fraid," his voice went low,

Yes... I saw you trying to hide your gun earlier.

"No,"  I bit on my lower lip.

"You want we go inside?"

"I..." I froze,

Don't fuck this up pussyole

I could hear my inner thoughts scream at the back of my head.

"Yeah..." I cleared my throat.

"Go in a the car," Dwayne keep his gaze fixed on me. His eyes traveling down to skirt,

Me know me should wear this.

Watching him as licked his lips, my heart skipped a beat.

God, those fucking lips... apart from kissing, I wondered what else they can do.

"Umm...." I walked towards the passenger side of the door, wondering if I made the right decision by accepting his invitation inside,

I mean... him a the Don,

Am I allow to say no?

Do I even want to say no?

"...Is your mom home?"

"Always," our eyes meet across each side of the car,

"Oh," I opened the door, sliding my self across the seat,

Another car.

"Wah mek you ask that?" He close the door softly,

"Nothing," I answered too quickly, "Umm... me just did a wonder what she will say about you... having me over,"

"Me mother know the whole works already mon,"

"Oh," I felt a little sad,

So him mother know say him a whore... Noted.

"Me plan fi move out soon... but me just come back and me know she like have me a around," he spoke, as he pulled into the large yard space.

"Move go weh?" I asked looking across at him... with  much more  enthusiasm than I liked,

"Relax," he smirked, "A some wei close,"

"How close?" My breathing got heavy as I watch him under the dim light,

"You can ask question so?" He looked across at me.

The car came to a full stop. And the head lights were off, but the AC was still running.

"I don't want you to leave... again"

"Who say anything about leaving... again?"

Grabbing a handful of his shirt, I pulled him closer, sucking on his lips while they move in prefect synchronization. Following him as he pulled away, luring me over to his side. I took it as gesture, so I went... placing my feet firm as I lowered my self over in his lap. Traveling up my thighs, the touch of his warm hands sent electrolytes up my spine. The futher his hands trailed... the more excited I got, and I am sure the evidence is dripping down my panty crotch. Gasping when he cupped my ass cheeks under my hoisted skirt.

A low moan escaped my lips,
"Dwayne,"

"You wah stop?" He pulled out of the kiss, our lips brushed.