But it was obvious Jason had other plans.
"What about dinner?" she asked. "I've planned a romantic dinner-"
"Cartier, it's ten o'clock in the morning," Jason emphasized. "I'm not waiting until dinner to make love to my wife. We're not kids. We're a married couple. We got the whole weekend to have dinner and I don't know about you, but I want to spend my weekend making love. I want to leave you fulfilled and drained. I want my dick to be broken and out of commission until our next visit"
Cartier understood Jason's logic. She thought he had done a great job of putting things into perspective. Immediately, she dropped down to her knees and began to unzip his jeans. His dick stood prominently through his Calvin Klein boxers as her small hands pulled his meaty flesh out. Cartier closed her eyes tightly and began to nibble gently on the head. As she took him farther and farther into her mouth, Jason began to moan. His hands guided her head and encouraged her to take more of him. As Cartier licked, sucked and nibbled on his penis, she took one hand and began to masturbate. She was so wet and aroused she wanted Jason to enter her quickly. Instead, he walked her over to the bed and positioned them in the sixty-nine position.
"Sit on my face," he instructed the novice Cartier. It didn't take her long to fall into place. She sat on her husband's face and leaned over and continued to suck his plump dick. The sensations she felt as he ate her pussy were overwhelming. Cartier began to grind her hips into his face as his tongue darted in and out. Jason sucked on her clit as if it were his favorite meal. When he stuck his index finger inside her inflamed vagina, her wet juices came seeping out. As Cartier began to experience waves of pleasure, she tried to get up, but Jason wouldn't let her.
"Fuck my face," he encouraged. "This shit feel good, right ma?"
"Yesssss," she purred. "Oh, yesssss!"
"Yes what?" Jason asked and slapped her on her ass. The slap stunned her, yet it was very naughty and heightened her senses.
"Yes, daddy ... it feels sooooo good," Cartier moaned.
"Tell me when you're gonna cum," Jason instructed.
Cartier felt strong waves enveloping her body and once again, she tried to get up, but was restrained by Jason. She began to suck harder on his dick as he concentrated on her clit. As Cartier came in Jason's mouth, he, in turn, erupted inside her mouth. The sour liquid exchanged by the couple only brought them that much closer. Exhausted, sweaty, and satisfied, they both collapsed in each other's arms and just reveled in the moment.
"Did you ever think that we'd be here ... not in this place, but together as man and wife?"Jason asked.
"No. I never really saw myself with you."
"And why is that?"
"I guess because I thought we were too close as friends to ever cross that line, you know? Like I didn't ever want to compromise our friendship if it was only going to be for one night."
"One night? I got you for the rest of your life, so you better get used to that."
"I think I can do that," Cartier giggled.
Jason hopped out of the hard, full-sized bed and walked to the small bathroom, naked. Cartier admired her husband's physique. His plump dick hanging limply, broad shoulders and pillar thighs were extremely sexy. Cartier said a quick prayer to God thanking Him for bringing Jason into her life. Despite her circumstances, Cartier still found a reason, or reasons to be thankful.
After Jason relieved himself, he walked back toward the bed, rejuvenated. His eyes were speaking volumes as he crawled on top of Cartier.
"Now..." he kissed her belly, "that we got that out of the way. Let's make love."
Jason started at Cartier's feet. He slowlybegan to suck each toe, something no man had ever done to her. She experienced a sensation she had never felt before as he took each toe into his warm, wet mouth, and made his way up between her thighs, and then traced her belly with his tongue. He made his way to her side and then flipped her over and began to suck and lick the back of her neck. Gently, he whispered, "I love you...."
Jason continued to baptize her body with slow, sensual kisses as he traveled back down, and took both his hands and spread her ass cheeks. His tongue was precise as he licked her anus, another experience Cartier had never encountered.
After Cartier was moist, he pulled her up and slowly entered her, doggy style. Jason began with slow, steady strokes as he gripped her shapely hips. As he began to speed up, Cartier had to brace herself on the headboard for support. As his dick brushed up against her G-spot, Cartier couldn't stifle her screams of pleasure. From her head to her toes, she was experiencing a tingly sensation that was foreign to her. Jason's dick had opened her wide and she moaned her appreciation.
Next, Jason lay on his back and Cartier got on top in the backward cowgirl position, and rode him until, once again, they both came together.
Just as Jason had asked, they made love throughout the weekend, only taking breaks to eat and sleep. When the weekend was over, they parted with huge grins on their faces. As soon as Cartier got back to her cell, she wrote Jason a letter reliving the weekend.
n her cell every night, Cartier thought about her future with Jason. When she returned home, she wanted them both to get as far away from the hood as possible. She wanted Jason to stop selling drugs and for them to have a family. In less than a year, she'd go back before the parole board, and hopefully, she'd get released.
She began hearing great things about Atlanta and thought that would be a good place to start over. But when she mentioned the idea to Jason, and then Trina, they both vehemently opposed the idea.
"We don't got to run to Atlanta to have a good life," Jason began. "We can do that right here. We don't know nobody out there and I don't want to go there to have to come back."
Trina chimed in, "And you know I ain't moving out there. You know what they say about Atlanta? How am I supposed to find me a man if all the men out there like men?"
Cartier looked at her mother, who was pregnant with Reggie's child and shook her head.
"The last thing on your mind should be a man," Cartier said.
"Why? I ain't dead," Trina retorted.
Cartier realized with the two people she loved the most opposing leaving New York, she had to think of another way to leave the hood. She wanted to have a game plan, some kind of organization in her life. She didn't want to come home and feel lost. She knew Trina still had her money, technically, the Cartel's money, and Donnie's blood jewels. Cartier wanted to feel guilty, but that was water under the bridge. She couldn't bring back the past. She figured that she and Jason could put their money together and buy a house. She was thinking either Long Island or upstate New York.
That next morning, Cartier went to the library and researched homes and home loans. She told Jason to start building his credit by opening accounts in his name and paying at least seventy percent of the bills in full each month. He needed to establish a good credit history.
Diligently, Jason followed Cartier's lead. Meanwhile, she kept house hunting. She surmised the farther you moved out in Long Island, the cheaper the homes were. And in upstate, they had nice homes for as cheap as one hundred grand. Again, she brought the information to Jason and he wasn't having it.
"Look, that's too much driving just to go see my moms or say what's up to Wonderful," Jason objected. "You gotta find somewhere closer to the hood."
"If that's the case then, we might as well get an apartment on my block and live miserably ever after," she countered.
"Stop being dramatic," she replied.
"I'm not but it's like you won't let go," Cartier added. "If you keep it up, you'll stay stuck, and as your wife, you're going to pull me down with you. We got the means to get out of the hood. Why are you resisting?"
"Cartier, look, I'm a young dude," he explained, "and I don't want to be cooped up in the house out in west bubblefuck somewhere. Now if you want a house I'ma get you that. But I'm not going to sacrifice my fun and games in the process. That's not what I signed up for."
With every word s
poken, Cartier almost felt defeated, but she was trying to program her mind to look at the glass as half-full, instead of half-empty. The happiest day of her life was when Jason proposed to her and told her he would shoulder her fifteen-year sentence as well. Why was she about to cause a rift over geography? Certainly, she knew how to compromise. She decided she could find them a nice place in Queens, which was close enough to his friends, yet far away from Brooklyn. At least, far enough away for her. Yes, they'd get less for their money, but she was sure that her husband would be happier there.
Cartier surfed the library's internet looking for the right house in Queens. She looked up zip codes and then surfed by streets. She was determined to find something. She deduced they could buy a two-family home in a nice neighborhood for $400,000. They could rent out one side as an incomeproducing unit, and remodel the basement so Trina, Prada, and the new baby could live there as well. She also hoped they could get another $60,000 for Donnie's jewelry, and Jason had already told her he had a $100,000. She knew with such a large down payment, their mortgage had to be low, something they could afford with regular jobs.
Cartier prayed every night that her hopes and dreams were not for nothing. As much as Jason talked about opening up a business and quitting the drug business, he hadn't done either. She worried about his safety. She knew that world and she knew the mean streets of Brooklyn. He could easily be murdered or catch a life sentence selling the type of weight he pushed. She prayed for her man each night and hoped he would think of something to do that was legal. Cartier felt that they were running out of time.
egardless of their disagreements about living locations, Cartier grew more in love with Jason as each day passed. She prayed for him at night, before lights out, and when she awakened every morning. She could see the future and she hoped the future was soon.
When Barn came to see her and told her something that could be very innocent, her gut twisted from disgust and her insecurities were exposed.
"Are you sure you saw them together?" Cartier asked.
"Cartier, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it just don't seem right for the two of them to be together, especially after the way she cut you out of her life.
Cartier refused to believe the news. "But are you sure you saw Monya and Jason together?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Bam replied. "And they both saw me too, so it ain't like I'm telling you something that should come as a shock to Jason. We all looked at each other and I just shook my head and kept walking."
Bam and Monya fell out while Bam was in the hospital and going through physical therapy. Monya stopped coming to see Barn as she had stopped coming to see Cartier. After Barn made a full recovery, she heard all the awful things Monya had said about her. Monya called Bam retarded and dead weight, and those words hurt Bam deeply. As far as Barn was concerned, Monya was a backstabbing snake. She knew in her heart if she had seen Jason with anyone else, she probably wouldn't have said anything.
"Well, maybe he was just giving her a ride home or something," Cartier surmised.
"Look, you can make up all types of reasons of why she was sitting pretty in the front seat of your husband's truck, but before I did all that speculating, I would just ask him. Be straight up. You can tell him I told you that I saw them together. I really don't care."
"Nah, Bam, I won't mention your name. That ain't right"
"He's gonna know where it came from anyway," Barn said. "Jason ain't stupid"
"If from what you tell me, anybody could have seen them together."
"Yeah, anybody could have, but I'm not anybody," Barn stated. "He'll know exactly where the information came from and I don't ever want a man to think that I can't hold my head up high and stand by what I believe in. And besides, you shouldn't start lying in your marriage. One he will lead to many. Don't set that stage. Just be straight up."
Cartier hugged her friend and thanked her for the good advice. She was going to call Jason and ask about the situation, but decided it would be best to ask him face-to-face.
Monya, Cartier thought. What were you doing with my man?
artier tried to convince herself she trusted her husband wholeheartedly, but when he missed his first visit in six years since she'd been incarcerated, her mind went wild. Her hands were wet and clammy as she waited in line for the telephone. She'd spoken to him last night and he assured her that he would be driving up.
"Hello"
"Whaddup?" Jason asked as if he didn't have a clue why she was calling him.
Cartier was quickly annoyed. "What's up?" she shouted. "What the fuck you mean what's up? Why didn't you come see me today?"
"Yo, who you talking to like that?" Jason retorted. "I ain't one of your little bitches in your crew. You better respect me."
"I'm talking to you! You getting on the phone acting all dumb."
"What the fuck was I supposed to fucking say?"
"If you had come up here to see me you wouldn't have to say shit. Where were you?"
"I had shit to do."
"Oh yeah? With who?"
"What do you mean with who?"
"Jay, don't play with me. You heard what I just asked you and you know what I mean!"
Jason chuckled, "Oh, I know what this is about. This is about Monya. Let me guess, Barn done ran up there and told you that she saw us together."
"You damn right she did! What the fuck are you doing with that bitch?"
"Wait, hold up," Jason said. "When Monya became a bitch?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. All these years we weren't ever allowed to even mention her, but if we did you acted as if you didn't hold any grudges. Now all of a sudden she's a bitch? You girls kill me."
"You don't know shit about our situation!" Cartier had lost it. Her voice elevated to a unrecognizable pitch as she yelled into the phone. Her heart began to flutter from fear and she'd broken out into a sweat. "And why are you defending-"
"Hold on,"Jason interrupted.
Jason put the phone down mid-sentence and began talking to his homeboy. Cartier listened as he carried on a full-length conversation about nothing in particular. He spoke about the weather, the new boots he wanted to purchase, the food at the new spot up in Harlem. Meanwhile, Cartier hung on the phone seething.
Finally, after about four minutes of disrespect, Jason said, "Look, I gotta go. I got shit to handle." And just like that he disconnected the line.
Anger swelled from the pit of her stomach and rose to form a lump in her throat. Cartier couldn't believe the level of disrespect she'd just received from the man she thought about day and night. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't contain her tears. They began gushing out as large droplets stained the front of her shirt and ran down her cheeks. His behavior hurt Cartier down to her soul. This was the first time in their relationship that Jason was ever mean to her and she hoped to God that it wasn't because of Monya. She tried to calm herself down by telling herself that even if Jason did push up on Monya, as a friend, Monya would never go for it. Just out of respect and for the respect of their friendship.
After Cartier whipped her tears, she went back to the telephone to call her mother. Trina would give her the wisdom she needed regarding the situation.
"What's up, ma?"
"Girl, you gonna live a long time," Trina said. "I was just thinking about " you.
"Really?"
"Yup, sure was. What's wrong with you? You sound sad."
"I'm stressed out."
"Well, you don't have that much more time left in there."
"It's not that," Cartier replied. "Barn came to see me and told me that she saw Monya and Jason chilling together the other day."
"Now, why would Bam come and tell you some shit like that?"
"Well, it's true. Jason didn't deny it."
"Whether it's true or not, she didn't have any right telling you that news when you're in no position to do shit about it."
"Barn did what she was supposed to do. I hope that if you had news th
at you wouldn't keep it from me, because I'm a big girl and I can handle it."
"You think so, huh?" Trina responded. "Is that why I can tell you've been crying? And don't lie to me and say you weren't."
The tears began flowing again. "I'm so stressed out ..." Cartier cried. "That nigga just hung up the telephone on me."
"Don't cry, Cartier," Trina tried comforting her. "Ain't no bitch worth your tears. Jason married you and not Monya, so you don't have anything to worry about."
"What are you saying? Jason and Monya are fucking around?"
"Nah, I ain't saying that. I seen them together too and I asked around and found out that she started getting work from Jason. That's all I know. But if she was trying to get with him she'd be a fool-"
"You damn right she'd be a fool, because I would beat the brakes off that bitch when I got out!"
"No you won't!" Trina shot back. "She want you to do that, so that you could end back up in jail serving out the remainder of your sentence. Now you listen and you listen good. You gonna do the opposite of what I do. You see I know how to get a man, but my track record will show you that I don't know how to keep him. If you want to lose Jason, then you keep getting on his nerves and showing your insecurities. If he is fucking with Monya and you going all crazy, then he's gonna feel that she has something over you and put her on a higher pedestal than you. You sit back, gather information, and if he's dirty, then you leave him. But only if that's what you really want.
"While you're incarcerated, I don't want you to ever mention her name again. I'll keep my ear to the streets and see what I hear. Don't go crazy over Monya. She lightweight. You my child. I birthed you. I know your shortcomings and attributes, and believe me when I tell you that Monya don't got shit over you. You were always the brains behind that crew and you can surely outsmart her. She's just jealous of you-always has been. Always will be.
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