Cartel Dreams 2: A Love Story

by Nicety

  Chapter 12

  A Few Minutes Later

  Embry

  “Hello.”

  “Embry, I know you all booed up and shit. But I didn’t have anyone else to call and talk to. I’ve…I’ve…” Daisy sounded distraught and out of breath like she had been running for her life or something.

  Sipping the Merlot I had just poured into my glass, I looked around at the large empty house I was now sharing with Montana. If he got his shit together enough to make me his main bitch, we would for sure have a good life together. I just had to get this nigga to believe in it. I’m saying, I wasn’t asking for marriage or nothing so damn soon but I at least wanted a sponsor with the prospect of it in the future.

  “What’s going on with you now, Daisy?” I asked dry as ever.

  “I have so much that I haven’t been telling you,” she began. “I don’t know how to tell you this or even if I want to tell you. It’s just so hard because I’ve built up this image of me that I don’t want to destroy. I don’t want people thinking that I’m —“

  “Fake? Not whom you say you are? Hmm. I’ve been thinking that. What’s crazy is that you think the motherfuckas around you can’t see the shit.” My lips wrapped around the glass once more allowing the cool wine to travel to the back of my throat.

  “What the fuck has been up with you, Embry. It’s like you’re jealous of me or something.” Daisy’s voice grew higher pitched.

  “Jealous?”

  “Yeah, jealous. First you leave my mother’s fucking funeral all disrespectful and shit but I never said anything. Then you get with Quince’s boy and you’re mad ‘cause he won’t wife you like Quince is doing me. I mean like what is it?”

  “Wait a minute. Where the fuck do you get off trying to read me bitch? I never said I wanted Montana to wife me. I don’t give a fuck what you and Quince do. Bitch I’m living life and enjoying it.” I couldn’t believe this bitch seriously fixed her lips to say the shit she said to me. “You have no idea anything about me or what I’m going through.”

  “Embry, I know you well okay. You think of on one but yourself and you’re only always looking for you next handout. You never gave a damn about shit unless it benefited you and you know it.”

  The phone grew silent. Neither she nor I could think of anything to say after that. It was true what she said about me but people could change. Furthermore, I never treated her like that. Ever. I liked to think that I always treated that bitch like the sister I never had. I considered her blood and she continued to slap me in the face. It seemed that ever since she got mixed up with Quince she had been turning into a real bitch not giving a fuck about me or any of my issues.

  “Let me tell you something bitch. I’ve got 99 problems but a bitch like you ain’t one. You’ve been so wrapped up in your own shit that you can’t even see that someone else besides you is going through some shit. You’re not the Perfect Patty everyone thinks you are and the sooner your dear sweet Quince finds out about that the better off you’ll be. Yeah, I said it.”

  “Fuck you, Embry. You don’t know shit about me either—“

  “And I don’t care to know. Not anymore. You’re a bitch, Daisy. And, just a heads up, you won’t be the top bitch for long.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means don’t get comfortable on your throne little miss Daisy Faye. You’re about to get booted pretty damn soon,” my laughter filled the air.

  “Ugh,” Daisy shuttered as she hung up the phone in my face.

  “Fuck!” I blurted remembering that I was supposed to use that bitch for her mother’s life insurance money.

  This bitch really grinds my gears. She had the audacity to speak to me like she was the only one with real problems and I was just whining basically whining because I couldn’t get my way. It was total bullshit and as soon as Montana and I put our plan in motion, that bitch would be sorry she ever said anything bad about me. First thing’s first though. I needed to smooth things over with us in order to get my hands on the fucking money.

  Chapter 13

  Across Town

  Quince

  My head was still spinning a bit from last night but I was functioning more now than I did then. My belly was full as fuck. Bunny had fixed a nigga five slices of bacon, four scrambled cheese eggs, cheese grits, toast with strawberry jelly and a nice size juicy T-bone steak. I hadn’t had a home cooked meal like that since before my grandma died. She cooked for a nigga and explained that she didn’t want anything from me. She wasn’t going to bring shit to Daisy and didn’t want to fuck up what I had going at home. All she wanted was my time. That was it.

  The past 24 hours replayed over and over in the back of my head. I couldn’t recall fucking Bunny but she claimed it was damn good. As if I would think otherwise. But was it fucked up that I didn’t have any remorse for what happened last night? When I woke up this morning I was fucked up about it but after talking with Bunny, it all seemed to go away. I felt like shawty was being real about her intentions. My feelings weren’t wrapped up in feeling like she was on bullshit.

  "Hey, you're awake. I hope you like Mickey D's." The door clicked, as I entered the house with a paper bag full of junk food and holding a cup holder with two coffees.

  "Hey. Um, you’ve been gone for 2 days and all you can say is hey?" Daisy laughed trying to play off her dismay.

  "Well don’t trip on the shit. I had some business I had to take care of. It was nothing. Trust me," I countered nonchalantly.

  "I’m not tripping. Tripping would’ve been me blowing up your phone trying to figure out where the hell you were and why you couldn’t call me to tell me you would be gone." She took a bite of her Sausage Egg McMuffin.

  "Yeah. I mean, my bad. But it was some really strenuous work that I couldn’t really talk about. It’s all good though." I took one of the three blunts she had sitting on the island counter and fired it up.

  “Work huh? Yeah, I guess I’ll accept that.” She took the blunt from my hand hitting it twice before handing it back to me.

  "I mean what else are you gonna believe, Daisy?"

  "Look, I don’t even want to talk about that anymore. Whatever you did, I don’t care as long as you weren’t with another bitch, it’s all good with me," she munched on her sandwich some more before taking a sip of her coffee.

  My eyes cut to her as I hit the blunt trying to figure out what she knew if anything. It was weird as fuck that she would bring some shit like that up but given the circumstances, I played it cool knowing that’s the first thing a woman will think was going on. If she were pissed that I slept with another woman, she wouldn’t be sitting there eating food and smoking a blunt. She would’ve been searching the kitchen for something to cut my ass with.

  "Listen, I have been thinking that maybe we should just get married."

  "Hell, I can do that." I shrugged between sips. "We’re doing that shit already."

  "No, baby. What I mean is we should go somewhere and elope. Tonight." Daisy smiled jumping up and down excited as hell. “It would be so beautiful, you know? Just you and me in Vegas getting married and then afterwards we can fly back Colombia and take a month long honeymoon.”

  “A month long honeymoon? Most people usually do a week.” One of my eyebrows rose.

  “Well we’re not usual people baby. We’re us. That’s why it’ll be so romantic. None of our friends need to be there secretly hating on us and neither of us have family. It will be perfect.“

  “I don’t know, Daisy. I can’t just pick up and leave the country for an entire month and forget about my job.” I paused feeling anxiety building up in the back of my throat. “I’m a businessman. I have shit that I need to do and a month off is not going to cut it.”

  “Okay well maybe just a few weeks then. I’m just ready to get this thing happening, Quince. Aren’t you excited?” She moved close to me nestling into my chest.

  “Yeah…I mean…this shit is all of a sudden and what not. You
’re springing this on me like I can just leave at the drop of a hat and it’s not like that.” I poured my real feelings on the table feeling like the walls were closing in around me.

  I was hoping she would understand and maybe back off a bit realizing that she needed to calm down about the whole thing. But I knew how important something like this was to a woman and knew there was no chance of that happening. I just couldn’t figure out why she wanted to move so fast with the marriage.

  She was my baby and all but I was feeling boxed in the minute she mentioned getting married right away. Taking a big gulp from my colossal size coffee, Daisy glared down at me. She leaned over the island counter to take a sip of hers eyeing me out the top of her cup before crashing it back on the table. Daisy shot a mysterious eye my way before moving over in front of me. She dropped to her knees becoming face to dick with me. My eyes bulged as she checked out the swelling in my jeans before turning her attention up towards my face.

  “I think I know the problem.” She smirked, grabbing the hump in my jeans, pulling and tugging to get at my zipper.

  “Oh yeah. What’s that?” I asked, watching as her tongue stuck out slightly, making its way up to my bottom lip, licking across it before my lips gave it a gentle kiss.

  “You don’t trust me.”

  “Huh?” The confusion I was experiencing read like an open book on my face. My heart began to beat fast and disappointment had immediately begun to set in. “Trust? How do you figure that?”

  “Because I still have to fight for certain information from you. You’re still so guarded like you don’t trust me to know the real you. Like, I have no idea what it is you actually do for a living. How do you expect to marry me if I don’t know every single detail about you?” Daisy licked my lips.

  “Like I said before, I can show you better than I can tell you. I’m not asking for you to trust me. I am asking for you to give me a chance, baby. I proposed to you so that you would know that I was all in for you, that this shit was real. But that didn’t mean we had to rush into anything so suddenly.” I looked away turning my attention to my phone.

  …I see two of my bitches in the club

  And I know they know about each other

  I think these bitches tryna set me up

  Maybe I'm just paranoid

  I got a bad light skin from the valley

  She be in the club with no panties

  Little bitch, she used to be my favorite

  But now we don't speak the same language

  I love my bitch, I could bang it…

  I didn’t answer, sending it to voicemail. It binged again, this time sending a text message through. When I read it, I knew it was time to go. Looking over into Daisy’s eyes, I knew she wasn’t done talking about running off and getting married so quickly. It seemed like she was going to be persistent up until the point of obnoxious. It was stressing me out to the max, something I wasn’t prepared to deal with at the moment.

  “Aye, listen. I’ve gotta go handle some business really quickly. But we’ll fo’ sho finish this conversation later though,” I assured her. “Real talk. I got you.”

  The conversation was over in my mind. She was putting a ton of pressure on me about getting married for one reason or another but that wasn’t the way to get me to do something at all. I headed out the door pretending not to hear as she continued to talk. Honestly, all I kept hearing as I walked out the door was whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp. I was gone, done talking about the shit.

  Twenty minutes later, I was at the spot. As soon as I entered the door, it was on. I wrapped my arms around my waist, planting my face right in her inviting breasts. I rubbed my face back and forth, savoring her sweet rosemary scent. I closed my eyes picturing my dick inside of her. Our hips bumped together gyrating against one another yearning to become one again.

  She knew what she was doing when she texted me the words 'my pussy is throbbing for you'. I couldn't resist. I had to get back to her and get some of her with a sober mind since I couldn't remember the taste she gave me last night. She succeeded in getting me so aroused that I just had to have her. It was lust, no doubt, but the tension relief she gave me put me at ease.

  There was something absolutely calming about her. There was just something about her that was so cool, something that I had to know more of. She was so laid back and she understood me and the business. I didn't have to pretend to be someone else with her. I felt like shawty was all in for me was I had to assure her of the same. I hungered to be inside of her.

  I continued to bury my face into her, refusing to make the first move. Unable to withstand the excitement any longer, Bunny grabbed the bottom of my shirt pulling it over my head and tossing it on the floor. My fingers ran up her sides and around to the small of her back, as my lips drew sweet love bites across her midsection. Pulling her in closer, tighter, our mouths devoured each other insanely. Her hands gently massaged the top of my head, eager to relieve any lingering stress that may have been there.

  “Damn girl. You just don’t know what you do to me,” I whispered, her eyes closed feeling my warm embrace.

  “Ditto,” she replied perfectly.

  Both of my hands ventured around to her back releasing the two hooks of her yellow bra in one fail swoop. Effortlessly, it fell down her arms and as she untangled herself from around the straps, I gazed at the beauty before me. My mouth flew open realizing I never looked at her, I mean really looked at her until today. I shut my eyes grabbing a handful of Bunny's breasts then wrapped my lips around her erect brown nipples.

  I went to work, devouring each of them, one right after the other, sending chills throughout her body as she quivered. Her head tilted back opening to release a gratified moan. My tongue circled her nipples as my fingers squished fondly, pressing her tits close together laying my cheek on them as I moved from side to side.

  Giving her beautiful tits a break, I sat back to admire her beauty. God couldn’t have carved a better specimen in my eyes. Her tits where like large gum drops, her skin was smooth and mocha, and her ass…Man her ass was like something fresh out of a plastic surgeon's operation room but she was all real and all woman.

  Watching her body tremble with every touch from me had a nigga on fire. I rubbed every inch of her, salivating with every touch. I wouldn’t let her tits go for nothing though, like I was striving to get milk to produce from them equally. The chills that I was experiencing had me hard as fuck.

  With our lips locked, we walked back to her bed. I relaxed and allowed my back to hit the bed. I lifted her up bringing her to her hands and knees over me dangling her breasts over my mouth as I sucked and licked them while wildly unbuckling my jeans at the same time.

  She removed her thin white booty shorts, eager to get that bulge inside of her. Bunny rolled off of me for a second giving me a chance to come up out of my jeans and drawers. She mounted me, pushing my body back down on the bed, running her tongue up and down my soul. It was so tantalizing and sensual that deep dark moans could be heard within me slowly growing louder with every touch.

  Immediately, I flipped her on her back on the bed. My lips kissed a long pathway down to her clitoris, teasing it as I made a circle pattern around it. Bunny feverishly panted and patiently waited for what was coming. Her thighs trembled as if she hadn't had a man touch her in months. Her pulse raced along with her trembling body, when I finally opened my lips and started sucking on her pearl.

  Straightaway, she began shaking and moaning insatiably. I spread her legs far apart, holding them as wide as they would go. For her, that was in an upside down split stance courtesy of her years of athleticism and stripping. No matter how much she moved and wiggled, I had them legs on lock simply unable to move.

  Her clit grew like she wanted to burst all into my mouth and that’s exactly what she did, allowing me to slurp up every drop of it. Her hips moved in a spiraled motion, fucking my mouth back with my movements. I moaned pushing my tongue nastily into her opening. My eyes glanced
up for a second noticing that she was lost, stuck in sex face as I sucked her dry.

  My mouth watered for the moment I would feel her mouth envelope my dick but I was determined to get that pussy first. She pushed my head up from my meal, reading the annoyance on my face. She sat up eagerly grabbing and stroking me lengthwise, removing my hand from the girth of my piece. I batted my hand away just as she was about to put her mouth on it swallowing it whole.

  "Naw, there will be plenty of time for that shit later," I panted, forcing her down on her back.

  I wouldn't even allow her to do something that I knew Bunny craved like she did sugar. She loved to suck and that she did very well. But I was hungry for that pussy. She could suck the cum out of me when I was done. I mounted her, sliding over her body moving mine like a snake slithering on top of her. She had Usher’s Good Kisser playing on repeat, which I knew had her mouth watering to taste me.

  Our skin heated, mixing with each other's passion for one another. I tickled her slightly, running my fingertips up and down her body as I maneuvered my hips across her opening. I could feel the pressure of her walls squeeze the shit out of my dick flexing her muscles, pressing to get me to tremble and once it succeeded, it was like heaven.

  I wrapped my arms around her body, shoveling my hands underneath her ass cheeks, squeezing them sensually. My head lay against her chest as I continued to pump into her deeper and deeper, long strokes. The wetness of my tongue on her nipples triggered every nerve in her body, sending waves of erotica right to the tip of her clit as she creamed all on my shaft.

  The pulsating became so intense that all of her cum shot out all over me, prompting me to dig deeper inside. She screamed out in pleasure, while I filled her mouth with my tongue. One of my hands reached up, pulling her hair gently as I brought my lips over to her ear.

  "This pussy feels so damn good, baby," I whispered as she dug her fingernails into my muscles.

  "Print your name on this shit, baby," Bunny winced loving every minute of the pleasure and pain I was inflicting on her.