Fourth of July

Chapter 39

"Where's Mommy?" Gee asked.

"She's just at home," I said.

"Is Mommy angry at us?" Gee asked.

"No, Mommy isn't mad at you," I denied.

"B-but Mommy is mad at you?" He asked.

"Eat your cereal, sweetheart," I said.

My phone rang and I hoped it was Jamia but it was her brother instead.

"Are you and my sister still fighting?" He asked.

"Yeah, we are," I said.

"I can take the kids for you if you want to talk to her," he offered.

"That would amazing, Evan, thank you," I said.

I hung up and Evan came over. I got dressed into a pair of jeans and a hoodie before I went down to Jamia's house. I knocked on the door and she opened it, sighing unhappily when she saw me. I stepped in and shut the door. Her eyes were slightly puffy and she still had some residue makeup from last night.

"Mia, I'm sorry about last night," I said.

"My sister called me, she was so mad at me," she said. "She didn't even want to invite you to the wedding. She's never really liked you ever since we were in middle school and you accidentally put your paint covered hands on her prom dress. She's pissed at me because you ruined her wedding."

"It was barely anything," I said.

"Frank, you punched Bob for no fucking reason," she said. "You can't just get jealous and start attacking people like that."

"I know, I really didn't mean it," I said. "He just kept getting on my fucking nerves, he kept talking about how he was gonna take you from me and it just pissed me off."

"No one is taking you from me," she said.

Jamia leaned up, pressing her lips against mine. I pulled her close as things grew heated between us. I held her hips tight as I pressed her up against the wall. My hips rolled forward against hers and she gasped, looking up at me. She pulled me closer, whimpering quietly.

I took her hand, bringing her upstairs. I laid her down gently on the bed as I crawled between her legs. I brushed her hair back, giving her a soft smile. I kissed her gently yet it was filled with passion and lust. My hips rolled down against hers and she let out a soft moan. My hands ran up under her shirt and I kissed her roughly. I pulled her shirt off and she wrapped her arms around her middle, covering her stomach as she looked away.

"Hey, Mia," I said softly. "Baby, you don't have to hide from me, every inch of you is so beautiful, you take my breath away."

I pulled her arms away and leaned down, kissing along her stomach. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside, leaning down to give her another kiss.

"Are you sure you want to?" I asked.

We've never been together before, this would be out first time.

"I want to," Jamia said.

I kissed up her neck and she whimpered, tangled her hands in my hair. I unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down her legs. My hands ran up her thighs, my fingers brushing against the lace on her panties.

"Fuck," she whimpered.

My hips rocked against hers and her hand snuck down to cup the bulge in my pants. I cursed under my breath, rutting my hips against her hand. My hands reached around, unclasping her bra. I leaned down, my tongue running along her nipple. She gasped softly and I smirked from the reaction I got. My fingers brushed along her damp panties and she whined. I pulled off her panties and shoved my jeans and boxers off.