TTW 3 ( Thicker Than Water 3 )

by Takerra, Allen

  “Yo, I’ll call you when the jet’s ready and she’s ready to go,” Ree informed him. Tatum remained silent but she found it amusing that Ree still thought she was going back to the states without him. Even if she was confident in her position, which she was, she was not going to just give Trinity any opportunity. She pursed her lips, and as Ree began to walk off, she leaned into Crush and whispered.

  “You can get lost ‘cause I’m not going anywhere.” He smiled subtly because he had heard some of the discussion and he knew exactly what she meant.

  He put his hand to his brow and bid her a farewell in the form of a salute. Tatum returned the gesture.

  She began to follow behind her man and Ree stopped and stood at the front door smiling with his eyes as he watched her.

  That was the woman meant to be his wife. Upon reaching him, Ree gently placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her in the large arched door.

  “Let’s find Rose,” he spoke once they stepped inside. “What you want to eat?”

  “Something with shrimp,” she answered evenly, knowing exactly what she’d been craving. “I guess I’m gonna go call Sasha and change, I’ll be right back.”

  Before she could completely strut off, he grabbed her gently by the arm and pulled her into him, kissing her softly on the lips. He then released his grasp and allowed them to part ways.

  That kiss set her entire body on fire, but she wouldn’t let him know it. Tatum thought of everything that had just occurred as she made her way up one of the twin spiral staircases.

  Reaching the bedroom, she stepped out of her brown and beige zebra striped pumps and allowed her pedicured feet to sink into the soft fur-like carpet. She found the shoes’ proper resting place in the Prada shoebox and went to grab her flats, but realized she had left them at the condo in Georgia.

  “Back and forth, back and forth. I’m starting to forget shit.”

  Unclasping her clutch with a sigh, Tatum retrieved her cell phone and dialed Sasha with “face-time” while awaiting the sound and view of her best friend. Finally she answered and Sasha’s cinnamon toned, sweat-glistened face came into view.

  “What are you doing?” Tatum asked with a chuckle, still getting a kick out of being able to see people she spoke to. “Are you on the treadmill?”

  Sasha giggled and smiled.

  “I just got off. Gotta keep it tight, keep it right!”

  Tatum gave a half eye roll and smirked.

  “Yeah, whatever.”

  “So,” Sasha started excitedly, unable to contain her anxiety. “Tell me the look on that bitch’s face when they read the results!”

  Tatum raised her eyebrows coolly and took a seat on her large, soft bed suddenly feeling exhausted.

  “It was…it was something else.”

  Sasha laughed, bugging out.

  “Ooh…I know it was! Court fees, twenty-five dollars. Paternity test, one hundred fifty dollars. The look on Trinity’s lying ass face when the results are read…priceless!” Sasha laughed, mocking the MasterCard commercial. “Did the bitch look hurt as hell?”

  Tatum shrugged and took a deep breath before answering. She began twirling her ring again.

  “This bitch did…”

  Sasha’s smile gradually faded as she studied Tatum’s relaxed now turned solemn demeanor. Tatum had behaved too calmly for Sasha to ever assume that it had turned out to be Ree’s baby. She didn’t seem angry. But now, now she could see that Tatum was neither upset nor happy. Tatum was just… Tatum.

  “But… how?” Sasha had to know.

  “I don’t know.” Tatum shook her head, truly not knowing what else to say.

  Tatum could tell Sasha didn’t want to say it but she reluctantly asked.

  “Do you…do you think he was…lying. About always using protection?”

  Tatum glanced up and peered around the doorway to make sure Ree was not coming up the steps.

  “Nah…I don’t think so. I just…I just don’t see him lying to me about something like that. I know that sounds crazy ‘cause niggas lie all the time. But I don’t think Ree would.”

  Sasha just pressed her lips together and nodded, truly not knowing what to say.

  “So,” she started again. “Did you tell him?”

  Tatum took a deep breath and looked up again wanting to be extra careful that he wasn’t around.

  “No…no, I couldn’t. The timing, after all of that…it wasn’t right.”

  “The timing is never right, Tay. You gotta tell him.”

  “I will. Just not now.”

  “Why not?”

  “Why?” Tatum snapped.

  “It’s just…” Sasha paused and then continued. “Whatever, we’ll talk about it at the fitting.”

  “Oh yeah…” Tatum knew that Sasha was about to be pissed. “…about that.”

  “What?” Sasha asked, sensing Tatum’s trepidation.

  “Look Sash, I know a fitting with Monique is like…impossible. But…I’m gonna have to cancel it.”

  “Cancel it?” Sasha asked with a raised voice like Tatum had killed her dog. Sasha thought a fitting with Monique Lhuillier was like dinner with Jesus, that’s how much she swore by fashion. She was more shocked by this than the paternity news. “Bitch, are you smoking crack!”

  Tatum allowed a chuckle to escape through her melancholy. She had expected this.

  “Sasha, have you been listening to me? It’s his baby. I don’t even know if we should go through with all of this.”

  Sasha remained quiet but her heavy breathing told a story of its own. She spoke calm and slowly.

  “Tatum. You cannot let this ruin everything. In two weeks you are going to be Mrs. Sean Knights. Nobody else.” She took another breather and then proceeded. “Look I know you didn’t expect this, neither one of y’all did. But it was always a possibility. And you said you wanted to get married to him regardless. You also said how important it was for you to get married on your parents’ wedding anniversary, even after the paternity test was scheduled and you knew it was a few weeks before. Monique Lhuillier, stopped what she was doing, to personally design your dress, and you won’t even go to get fitted for it? What type of person are you?” Sasha asked in shock.

  “You know, I always knew you were a cold bitch…I knew it,” she added in a slight joking manner and Tatum couldn’t help but giggle. Her eyes squinted up and she had to laugh out loud, her same goofy, silly, loud laugh.

  She looked up mid-laugh and she saw Ree now standing in the doorway staring warmly at her as she continued her conversation.

  “Alright! Alright! Fine…I’ll see you tomorrow, bitch.”

  “Alrighttt,” Sasha squealed excitedly. “I can’t wait! Now… are you gonna tell him?” She added.

  Tatum’s smile faded to a faint nervous look as she glanced at Ree and then abruptly cut Sasha off.

  “Girl, let me call you back.”

  “Tay, listen you better-” End call.

  Tatum half-smiled at Ree and then placed her phone on the bed. He walked over and sat next to her and her heart sped up wondering how much he had heard.

  “I’m glad you talked to your girl,” he spoke to her. “I’m glad she made you laugh.” He stared at Tatum.

  “You know I love seeing you laugh like that.”

  Tatum smiled at him realizing he hadn’t caught anything but the end of the conversation.

  “So what you gotta tell me?” He added.

  Sasha, Tatum thought. Big mouth.

  Tatum thought quickly on her feet.

  “Um, just that I’m going back tonight. I’m gonna go to the fitting…you just can’t cancel on Monique Lhuillier you know,” she added with a hint of sarcasm, hoping he’d buy it. He wrapped his strong arm around her waist and she knew he had.

  “That’s my girl.”

  Ree then pulled her to him, turning her face with his hand and leaning in, kissing her deeply on the mouth. Tatum’s whole body trembled when she tasted his tongue. Still. He sti
ll did that to her. Breaking the kiss, he stared at her before speaking.

  “So…I guess this means you still gonna marry me, huh?”

  Tatum had to kiss him on those perfect lips once more before she answered.

  “Hmm…maybe.” Her voice was thick and sultry. “Depending on what happens in the next hour, Mr. Knights.”

  Moving closer, she straddled him with ferocity. She wasn’t sure what had come over her. She had just found out that he fathered another woman’s child and all she wanted to do was engage in baby making acts of her own.

  “Damn…” Ree grunted, grabbing a hold of her wide hips as her dress rose to the most upper part of her thighs and her legs wrapped around his waist. Ree pulled her closer so she could feel his vast hardness beneath her as he eyed her creaminess. He hadn’t expected this, but he welcomed it as any man would.

  He leaned in and ran his tongue along her collarbone.

  “Mmm,” Tatum moaned, circling her midsection and subtly grinding on him. She was trying her best to work this Trinity situation out of her mind. Sexing her man and reminding herself that he belonged to only her would be a sure step of progress.

  Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, Tatum began reveling at his tattoo-decorated muscular upper body. She traced her fingertips along every design and every ripple in his build. Reaching below, she then ran her hand along his thick shaft through the fabric of his pants. Tatum’s bedroom voice and sexual movements had Ree hard as a baseball bat.

  “That’s all you right there,” he assured her in his sexy baritone.

  “It’s mine?”

  “You know it.”

  “I know what to do with it, too,” she promised with a lick of her full lips.

  “Show me what you know then.”

  Tatum couldn’t contain it. The fire inside of her was ablaze and Ree was like her water, she needed him to subside it. Kissing him with fervent passion, she meticulously unbuckled his pants feeling her juices now begin to pour out of her. She was sure that her thin panty barrier was pointless and that she had well leaked onto Ree’s designer slacks. But he didn’t seem to mind as he assisted her, releasing his long, thick tool from his boxers.

  Just like a work of art, it didn’t matter how many times Tatum had seen it. Each time left her in awe. She paused her kiss to gaze at it for a moment.

  Hello, she thought, eying her prize.

  Still in a daze, Tatum felt Ree skillfully push her panties to the side as he began to run his fingers across her moist clit. Seeing that she was already dripping wet, Ree wasted no time guiding Tatum down onto his dick with ease.

  “Come ‘ere, baby…” he moaned.

  Tatum closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, grabbing a hold of his hair and resting her face on his shoulder in pure pleasure.

  “Ree,” she cried out desperately, feeling a gush of liquid instantly release onto him. She was on the brink of tears from the ecstasy she was feeling and the raw emotion of the day’s events combined. It wasn’t long before Ree felt the moisture on his shoulder as he stroked her.

  “Why you crying, baby… huh? …don’t cry,” he urged softly as he thrusted deeper into her, sending Tatum into an orgasm. “I love you, Tatum. You’re my queen…”

  Ree wrapped his strong, tattooed arms around her and sucked gently on her neck and shoulder before repeating, “…you’re my queen, Tatum.”

  Tatum’s pussy was like a never ending faucet, her wetness just continued to pour and release, no halting.

  “God damn, you so fucking wet Tatum.”

  Hearing the pleasure in his tone sent Tatum into another concurring orgasm which caused her inner muscles to tightly contract on Ree’s dick. The feeling put him near his moment.

  “Shit Tatum, you gonna make me cum.”

  “Ree,” she cried out, feeling so many emotions at once. “Why…oohhh why…”

  She closed her eyes and held her man for dear life.

  “Why’d it have to be yours?” She found herself asking as she released for the second time, another tear running down her cheek. Ree hushed her, careful not to ruin the moment.

  “Sshhh Tatum… Ssshh baby…”

  Ree hooked his strong arms through hers, grabbing a hold of the back of her neck and forcing her down completely on him, where she was unable to run from his length. Tatum bit her bottom lip in pleasurable pain. When it became too much to hold in she screamed out in desperation as her legs trembled.

  “Oh god! Pleaseee….Oh Ree, cum baby! Ohhh shitttt…”

  The pressure was too much. He was going to make her explode.

  She’s too fucking wet, Ree thought to himself as he continued to go all in. It had him about to lose control. Against his will, the thought of Trinity having his son entered his mind. He couldn’t help but be angry about the whole situation. At a time like this, Tatum’s time, his time. Then he thought of how he had handled the situation. Then he was angry with himself.

  Tatum could feel him tense and begin to become more aggressive. She could literally begin to feel him taking that anger out on her and her tender pussy.

  “Ree,” she called out exasperated. “Please…oh! Please…easy baby…”

  Ree was at his point of no return. He interlocked her long hair around his fingers and began to thrust his hips toward her, forcing every inch of him into her. Tatum felt his dick jump and knew he was right there. She would take the pain to grant his pleasure.

  “It’s okay…it’s…it’s okay, baby. Give it to me,” she urged sexily, tears welling her eyes from the pressure.

  Ree grunted, feeling what seemed to be buckets of release building from his sack up through his groin. She was gonna take it all.

  At the moment of his ecstasy, Tatum brought her mouth to his and kissed him with passion. She could feel the love transfer from her to him. He recognized it and he responded. His body relaxed, his movements returned to easy ones, smooth, loving ones.

  “Tatum…” That was it. She brought him there. They were in that moment, temporarily escaping the reality of the situation that had unfolded, escaping the preset to the obstacles that would unknowingly be coming. Tatum gripped her man, finally opening her eyes and looking at him. All tatted up, body seeming to be sculpted from a thug heaven. He’s a fucking man!

  The piercing ringing of the landline interrupted their moment.

  “Brringggg!!”

  They both tried to ignore it.

  “Brringgg!!! Brringggg!!”

  “Fuck,” Ree groaned, coming down off of his pleasure high, accepting that the best part, the very brink and after moments of his climax had been ruined.

  Kissing Tatum on the lips, he slowly lifted her off of him and stood, his large dick still hard.

  He walked over to the cordless tucking himself back into his pants as Tatum removed her wet panties, letting out a deep sigh. She wondered who it was calling them at the estate, only a handful of people knew they had to come back to Jamaica for the court date.

  “Yo,” Ree answered, as if his hood greeting was customary. He did little to hide the annoyance in his voice as he shared the same curiosity of the call as Tatum.

  “Hey, it’s me,” the female caller greeted. “We got a little issue… I need to holla at you.”

  Ree could hear the noise on the other end - cars, wind, music. She must have been driving.

  He sighed, looked over at Tatum, and then spoke. “I’ll be back in a couple of days. We’ll talk then, Jayde.”

  Tatum pursed her lips when she learned who it was. Of course…

  “No need,” Jayde replied confidently. “I’m pulling in now. I’m downstairs.”

  “Why are you not in Atlanta?” Ree questioned seriously.