Free Hell House by Brenda Hampton

did. The way his lips moved when he talked made me want to suck them into mine. He walked with so much confidence; I liked that about him. As he sat back on the couch and watched television, I liked the way he moved his shirt aside and rubbed his chest. Loved the way he looked down at his manhood and adjusted himself. His bulge didn’t seem like it would be easy to tackle, but I was ready to play. I had to change the way I’d been doing things and get on the right track. That started here and right now. I still wanted a piece of the Roc, too, but he came easy. Too easy. There would be no challenge in getting what I wanted from him and his eyes said that I could have him whenever I wanted to. That would be soon.
    Now that Jada and Jaylin were at it again, I decided to make my move. For a minute there, I thought he actually liked her, but then again, I should’ve known better. A man of his stature would never stoop low and pursue a ghetto, out-of-shape slut like Jada.She couldn’t even get out one sentence that made sense. Surely it was driving him nuts, as it was me. When she sat her big ass on top of Jaylin, I thought she would break him. He should’ve pushed her hood-living self on the floor and called it a day. The only thing she had me beat on was cooking. I couldn’t cook worth nothing, but when the time came for me to do it, I had to make sure it was right. The body that Jaylin had required healthy foods to go into it. I knew he would appreciate my efforts and consideration for serving him foods that weren’t dripping with grease and filled with sugar.
    Jada and Sylvia were outside near the swimming pool, but the men were in the game room. I was in the bathroom putting on a two-piece metallic gold bikini. It barely covered my butt and my meaty breasts peeked outside of my top. I brushed my hair into a sleek ponytail and then slid into my flip-flops so I could show Jaylin, as well as Roc, what I was working with. Prince was an attractive young man as well, but he was too young. He had to be in his early twenties, maybe even younger than that. I didn’t get down like that, but I was sure to watch my belongings, just in case he tried to steal something from me.
    Walking as if I were a runway model, I strutted outside to see what was up. A song by Drake was blasting through the loud speakers and I was surprised to see Sylvia chatting it up with Roc. He looked fabulous with his shirt off. Talk about a man having it all together—he surely did. I didn’t see Jaylin or Prince, until I walked further onto the patio and saw that they were still in the game room. Jada sat on one of the lounge chairs reading a book. Hopefully, it would help to enhance her vocabulary.
    As I sauntered over to the table where Roc and Sylvia sat, I could see the lust in Roc’s eyes. His white swimming trunks against all that black looked dynamite on him. Sylvia had a lookof jealousy in her eyes, but if she was going to compete with me, she should’ve jazzed up her plain one-piece swimming suit before coming out here. I mean, she was decent, but I didn’t see her as a threat at all. I sat right next to Roc, who I still considered my baby’s daddy.
    â€œLook at those arms,” I said, squeezing his biceps. Solid as a rock—he was definitely representing. “What does it take to have arms like that?”
    â€œA lot of workin’ out,” he said. “But you should already know that. Your body ain’t short stoppin’.”
    No, it wasn’t. I was glad he noticed. Sylvia looked uneasy. She pulled her braids over to one shoulder and rubbed her hair. “I’m going to go get me something to drink,” she said. “Would either of you like for me to bring you something?”
    â€œI’ll get up in a minute to see what’s up,” Roc said to her.
    â€œIf you see any wine coolers in there, please bring me one,” I said.
    She walked away, and I