Sinnamon & Golds

by Lady Marie

For now, muting it would just have to do the trick. Just because everyone in the group chat was about to spend the next hour discussing how I couldn’t possibly be bringing the pies in question since Vontae and I had been broken up for five months and therefore I would not be attending the festivities didn’t mean I had to subject myself to the conversation.

From the moment Von first introduced me to his mama, she literally pulled me into her bosom and called me her daughter. It seemed to take only a matter of weeks before I was closer to her than I’d ever been with my own parents.

His eyes scanned me, and I felt the caress of it from the top of my blonde head to the bottom of my white toes.

Turning down a man when he was offering to spend some money, even if it was just on groceries, was just something I was not prepared to do. Why spend mine when I could spend his?

“I sort of wish I had another stop to make just to see how far your generosity goes,” I giggled, grabbing my bags.

Before I could even get a good hold on them, he took them out of my hands. “Nah, ain’t no way you finna be carrying these bags with me standing here.” I threw up my hands, not about to argue with him.

Period like a gentleman should!

“Hey, baby,” answered Ms. Hazel. “Are you sure Von won’t be there?” Screw the small talk. We needed to cut right to the chase.

With a sigh, she finally pulled the answer out of me she’d been wanting for the last week. “Okay. What time should I be there on Thursday?”

Shorty from the market really had me stuck. That little attitude she called herself having only made her ten times finer to me. She was bad as fuck, standing damn near eye-to-eye with me, thick all over with a pretty ass face, plump lips, and a gold nose ring that glistened whenever the light hit it.

Instead, I found myself digging in my pocket and sliding her a few bills. Money wasn’t a thing for me, but handing it out randomly wasn’t my MO either, yet she pulled it out of me without any hesitation or real attempt.

Neither of my parents really cared if I smoked when I came to visit, but my father had a hard line about smoking in the house. Thirty years grown or not, I was not fucking with him, even if it was colder than a motherfucka out here.

If I got the opportunity to run into her again, no way in hell was I gonna waste it.

You wouldn’t have to worry about avoiding the topic of your ex if you’d stayed your ass home instead of trying to prove a point to a nigga you probably won’t ever see again.

To be honest, missing the last few was something I regretted, but dealing with her punk ass son? Yeah, I’d skip suffering through his bullshit every time.

Even while fussing, Hazel pulled me into a hug. I’d never tell my mama this, but Aunt Hazel’s hugs were easily the best in the family. No matter how mad she may be at someone, no matter how upset the person on the receiving end might be, no matter what the fuck may have been going on in the world, everything always got better whenever Hazel wrapped you up in her arms.

“Uh-uh, girl, don’t be manhandling me just ‘cause you about to get caught hopping from cousin dick to cousin dick. It’s a good thing I don’t like coochie, or we’d all be in trouble.”

“Sinna…” Just tasting her name on my tongue did something to me. “Gideon…” she countered. Hearing my name come from hers was better.

“So you have been thinking about me. Gave me a nickname and everything.” Golds. Yeah, I could get used to her calling me that. Shit, she could call me whatever she wanted as long as she called me, for real.

The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. For all the teasing and shit we were doing, overstepping boundaries was never my thing. If this really was something she didn’t want to talk about, I’d leave it alone. Reaching out to cover her hand with mine, I said as much.

Sighing and shaking her head, she said, “You know, you shouldn’t be able to be fine as hell while also being sweet and funny. Matter of fact, I think it might be illegal.”

As he said the last line, I peeked through my lids and saw him looking directly at me. What type of nigga used prayer to flirt? My type of nigga, honestly.

“Mama?” There was a question in my tone, which quickly changed to irritation when I looked up to find her looking at me with a guilty expression. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Ain’t this about a bitch. So, not only had I been bamboozled into showing up here today—because at this point, I was sure that’s what Ms. Hazel had done—but now I was faced with both my ex and his new flavor of the month?

“And this is Sinna, my ex, and apparently still a very special dinner guest.” “Oh, umm…hi,” Evie said sheepishly. “Yeah, Sinna tends to…” He paused, and I knew whatever he said next was going to make me want to smack him. “Stick around and hover, sort of like your favorite puppy.”

Oh hell no

“Nah, ma, you’re good where you are. I’ll keep Sinna company.” Gideon’s words drew a reaction from his mother, me, Hazel, and Von all at once, the last one on the list looking the most irritated by the suggestion.

“Respectfully, mama, that is not your business, and it wasn’t your decision to make.” Finally able to look at her again, I added, “And all you’ve done at this point is put all of us in an awkward situation, me more than anyone else.”

Every part of my body felt on edge as his steps came closer. I felt him. Knew the moment he was close even before I felt him pressed up against my back. Felt my knees almost give in to the temptation of going weak as he planted his hands on the counter on either side of mine, caging me in. With his breath against the back of my neck, my shoulders dipped, and a shiver ran down my spine. Before I could think better of it, the tension left my body and I leaned against his.

“Just trying to be a little…” He leaned in, lips inches away from mine as the tips of his low-cut nails scraped against my skin. This time I didn’t even try to stop the moan that found its way out of my throat. “Persuasive.”

“Oooh, fuck.” The first gasp was followed by another, then a whimper as my head fell back and my grip on the edge of the island tightened. The way Gideon made sure to skirt one nail so it scraped against the soaked fabric and my clit made my thighs shake and my chest quiver.

“I love the way you say my name, Sinnamon.” He did it again, pressing harder this time so my panties were pushed into my wet, sticky heat, framing the most sensitive part of me. “But I think I want to hear you moan something else instead.”

Gaining a bit of control over myself, one hand reached up, snaking itself into his locs. “Let me see them first.” It wasn’t a request, it was a command, and he took it as such, rewarding me with the vision of his bottom row of golds as he continued to rub my pussy. “Golds,” I gasped, closer and closer to detonating.

“We got a lil’ distracted, that’s all. Wanted to make sure shorty was good and then just tried to sneak a taste.” Sinna’s head whipped around to look at me, and I smirked. “Of the pies, I mean.”

Hehehe

“Nigga, from what I hear, you’ve been in town all of three days. The only way you’d know my girl is if you went looking for my girl.” “Who?!” Sinna asked, looking at him as if he’d grown three heads.

Giggling, she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Just a few.” The way she leaned in and kissed me, lips enveloping mine, tongue licking across the seam, didn’t do a damn thing to calm me or my dick down. My hands reached down, palming a handful of ass, causing her mouth to open on a gasp.

Unable to resist, I gave her ass a smack and chuckled at the squeak she let out. Her ass was mine. We just needed to get through dinner first.

“Ain’t nobody ever told you it ain’t trickin’ if you got it?” I shot back. “Damn, Vontae, guess you just don’t have it or her, huh?”

“Not at all,” I said, allowing one of my hands to slip under the table and find its way to Sinnamon’s thigh. I felt it as her eyes took in my profile. Instead of returning the look, I caressed her bare skin, the way the sweater dress rose giving me perfect access. “From where I’m sitting, whatever happened in the past doesn’t really hold much weight.”

Von’s words might’ve been meant to get a reaction from her, but it was my fingers sliding those panties to the side and moving against her clit that had her stifling a groan. I had to stop myself from smiling as she tried to cover the noise by taking a sip from her wine glass. That wasn’t the best idea since the moment she did, my thumb stroked repeatedly against her clit, and she almost choked.

As soon as Von’s eyes shifted away from her and everyone else at the table started throwing in their version of events, Sinna’s hand dropped to grip mine. I could feel her thighs beginning to shake as my thumb slipped against the wetness I had her producing. I didn’t know if she was trying to stop me or hold me in place, but it didn’t matter.

Leaning in, not giving a fuck who might have been paying attention, I whispered, “I said now. Gimme that shit right here where everyone can see. Where Von can see.”

Her face told me shorty was truly disgusted. “Take your delusional ass on somewhere,” she said, shoving him away from her. “You cheated on me, Vontae. Or did you forget?”

Nothing about his act intimidated me. We both knew when it came down to it, I could and would rock his shit, no problem. It wouldn’t be the first time, but out of respect for Aunt Hazel, I’d keep my hands to myself.

I’d never seen his mother move as fast as she did when she reached back and popped him in the mouth. “Don’t you dare disrespect her or make me repeat myself.

This time, there was urgency in the kiss I gave him. Hunger had my body on fire, and I needed my fill of him before we made a move to do anything else. The shit I wanted to do to him, that I wanted done to me, did it have to be done in my ex’s bedroom? Absolutely not. Was there something poetic about my desire to do so after watching this delicious man in front of me defend me the way he did? Hell fucking yes.

“That’s exactly why,” I started, slipping a hand down the front of his pants, “you’re going to get one.” The minute I wrapped my hand around his girth, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind. I was going to fuck this man right here, right now, in this room.

To prove my point, I flicked my tongue across his tip while dipping my free hand beneath my own panties and swiping at my clit. “And I’m dripping for you, just like you’re dripping for me, Golds. So are you really about to tell me no?”

“Your freaky ass,” he chuckled as I swallowed his dick once again. The way he tasted, his salty glaze mixed with mine, had me moaning uncontrollably. We tasted so fucking good, but I wanted more.

“I want it now.” My legs locked around him, making him sink even deeper. Whining my hips in a steady motion, I taunted him. “I thought you wanted to fuck me, Golds. Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

His growl was answer enough. “You keep that up and this won’t last much longer,” he admitted. “It’s been a minute, and I swear this shit is too fucking wet.”

“And you fucked up when you let me in this motherfucka, didn’t you?” “I diiiiid.” A moan slipped from my lips. “Fuck, Golds.”