I Know She Ain’t Just Ride My Cousin at the Juneteenth Cookout

KIKI (Her POV): Something about a family function gets me wet every time. The music, the sweat, the food, the forbidden eyes across the grill. And Zane? He's the one cousin that ain't really blood, but he's definitely built like sin. This Juneteenth, I came for a plate and left with a mouthful of scandal. Now I'm pregnant, viral, and riding him on consecrated ground like salvation was optional. I didn't mean to start a family feud that shook the block, but damn if I didn't enjoy every second. If loving him is wrong? Then baby, I've been filthy since the barbecue. And I'm not asking for forgiveness. I'm too busy getting mine.

ZANE (His POV): I tried to be good. Real talk: I tried to ignore the way Kiki looked at me in that sundress like she was ready to start a war in my lap. We're cousins… kind of. Enough to raise eyebrows. Not enough to stop me when she bent over near the mac and cheese and whispered, "Come get it." Now I've got one baby on the way, another woman claiming her own, and a congregation praying for my soul while my wife moans in the pew. But I don't regret a thing. Because when Kiki calls? I show up. Hard, ready, and hers. This is love. Raw. Unfiltered. Taboo. And ours. A scorching, off-limits novella where family functions turn filthy, church pews get desecrated, and a fake cousin turns out to be the realest thing in her life. No censorship. No shame. Just unholy heat.