“What?” I answered the phone dryly, trying to sound pissed even though I was jumping with joy that he had called me.
“Aye Tisha, watch your mouth man,” he said into the phone. I blew out a frustrated breath and put the phone on speaker and sat it on the bed while I put lotion on my legs.
“Otis what do you want?” I asked him. I sat the bottle of lotion on the dresser and slipped on my house shoes.
“Come open the door,” he said. I had to do a double take because I knew damn well this nigga did not just say what I think he said. I knew damn well he didn’t bring his ass to Orlando either.
“Otis, what you mean open the door? Where the fuck are you?” I asked him, walking over to the window so that I could see if he was out there for real and sure enough, his Camaro was parked in front of the house. I sucked my teeth real hard and rolled my eyes. “I fuckin’ hate you so much Otis! Why did you come up here and where the fuck are my kids?” I hissed, moving away from the window.
“Our kids are straight. They at the sleepover! You gon’ let your man stand out here or you gon’ come open the door. Don’t have me cause a scene out here Tisha because you know I will,” he said. I was so mad right now but I didn’t want Otis to start banging on the door and wake up the other girls, so I headed downstairs. I clicked end on the phone call and opened the door for him. I had the meanest scowl on my face and if looks could kill, he would be a dead motherfucka’ right now. I tried so hard to look pissed but he was standing there in front of me looking so delicious. He was sporting a gray Nike sweat suit and the pants sagged off his ass, showing his white boxers. His hair was cut to perfection. It looked as if he may have just gotten it cut this morning. When he smiled at me that was enough to make me want to jump on his sexy ass.
“You just love making me mad, don’t you?” I asked him, trying to hold my smile in.
“No, actually I don’t, which is why I came here. I didn’t mean to snap on you like that earlier. I was wrong and I admit that. I should have never put our daughter in the middle of it, which was foul. So, I’m sorry,” he confessed. I was shocked because Otis ass never admitted to his wrongdoings, so for him to apologize to me was a complete shocker.
“I forgive you. So you drove all the way down here just to say that? You could have said that over the phone,” I said, leaning on the door. I still had him standing on the porch.
“And to get some pussy,” he said walking to me and I tried to back up but it was too late because he had already lifted me up off my feet. He walked inside the house and closed the door shut with his foot. I didn’t want to, but I wrapped my arms around his neck anyways.
“How did you know where to find me? I never told you where we were staying,” I said, still in his arms.
“You didn’t have to, just like you didn’t have to tell me you were at Fat Tuesday’s. Why you think I told you not to drink? You know your nigga hate fuckin’ while your ass drunk,” he said, causing me to laugh.
“Oh so you just knew you was getting some pussy tonight?” I asked him, poking in his dimple.
“Sure did, now which way to your room?” he asked me and I pointed up the stairs and showed him.
As soon as we got to the room, he threw me on the bed and went back to the door. “Lock it,” I told him. He did and came back over to where I was and I sat up in the bed, inviting him to come closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and invited his tongue into my mouth. His breath was so sweet, it taste like a watermelon Now and Laters. He broke the kiss and untied my robe. After taking it off, he scooted me to the edge of the bed and it wasn’t until he got down on his knees, that I realized I hadn’t had my pussy eaten in two days.
“Ohhh shit!” I moaned as I reached out my hands to play in his head while he teased my throbbing clit with his tongue. He pulled back and spit on it and I was going fuckin’ crazy in this room.
“Hmmm baby, yesss,” I moaned out loud. I knew in any minute that I was about to bust a big ass nut. All that could be heard was his licking and sucking me and my nonstop moaning. I couldn’t control my moans even if I wanted to.
“Oh shit, oh Otisssssssss,” I screamed as my body felt like it flat lined. My pussy was jumping out of control and all I wanted now was some dick. I watched as my husband took of his shoes and pulled down his sweats and boxers. He leaned back into me and kissed his way back up my body and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was still on my high from cumming so hard that I was still slightly panting. He sucked on my neck as he held my hands in place above my head. With my legs still wrapped around his waist, he managed to slide all ten inches inside of me. I tried to unhook my legs from around him because there was no running in this position, but he slapped my thigh and told me not to move. Every pump he delivered to my body, left me letting out small cries.
He was fuckin’ me so good and deep that it was damn near impossible for me to try to keep my voice down. Missionary position always gave me a run for my money, which is why I hated it. I loved for Otis to fuck me from the back. I took those death strokes for a few more minutes until he flipped me over.
Otis slapped me on my ass. “Toot that ass up in the air how I like it,” he demanded. I went ahead and got into the position and prepared myself for what was to come. He placed the head of his dick to my opening, making me go crazy and it wasn’t even all the way inside yet. Once he slid all the way in, I moaned out.
“Ohh Otis,” I moaned as he hit me with deep strokes. I think he was purposely fuckin’ me like this so that I could be this loud. Normally, I’m able to control my moaning but right now, I couldn’t control my moaning for shit.
“Fuckkk I’m cumminnggg,” I yelled, falling down in the bed on my stomach. Shit, I didn’t know if I’d be able to go another round.
“Come ride,” Otis said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I laid there for a few more minutes and then I made my way over to him. Otis sat up in a sitting position on the bed and I climbed onto his lap and placed one hand on his chest and the other one I used to guide his dick inside of me. We let out moans simultaneously. I placed both hands on his chest and moved my hips on his dick at a slow pace, driving us both crazy.
“Shit Tisha, keep doing that shit,” Otis said, in a sexy voice, before sitting up to suck on my breasts. All this was feeling so fuckin’ good to me. I wanted us to cum together, so I sped up my pace.
“Cum with me baby,” I said as he placed hard kisses on my neck and chest. He slapped me hard as hell on my ass and my body started cumming instantly.
“Yessssss,” I screamed out as I threw my head back. I felt him jerk inside of me and I knew he came as well. He lifted me up off his lap and pulled the sheets back and sat me in the bed. I watched him go inside the bathroom and afterwards the shower came on. Ten minutes later, he was walking back inside the room with the towel wrapped around his waist. I watched as he dried off and threw his clothes back on. I reached my hands out to him so that he could hug me. I held on to him for dear life because I didn’t want him to leave. I wasn’t used to him not holding me after we had sex.
“Tisha, let go. I need to get back on the road. I got to take Harmony to dance rehearsal in the morning,” he let me know. I nodded and a tear dropped from my eye. I was only gone for a day and a half and I already missed my babies.
“You want to leave and come home with me or you gon’ stop crying and enjoy the rest of your trip with your girls? You know Nae and the girls gon’ be mad if you dip,” he said, wiping my eyes.
“I’ll stay,” I whispered. I hugged him one last time and he fixed the covers in the bed for me and made sure that I was comfortable. God, I didn’t want him to leave me.
“I’ll call you in the morning Tisha. Go to sleep. I love you,” he told me.
“I love you more and please drive safe baby,” I warned him. He nodded his head and just like that, he was gone. That’s why I didn’t want him to come in the first place. I knew I wouldn’t want him to leave. After I heard him lock the doors and his
car pull out, I eventually took my ass to sleep.
Chapter 15: Nae
Last night I wasn’t even asleep a good thirty minutes because I was awakened up from my sleep by loud ass moaning. I didn’t know what it was. At first, I thought maybe it was one of the girls on the phone but I could hear the headboard constantly hitting the damn wall. That’s when I heard Otis’ name constantly being repeated and that’s when I realized that Otis had come to make things right with Tisha but oh my God, did the bitch have to be so loud? That went on for about two hours. I ended up having to turn the TV all the way up to tune their asses out.
It was 8:30 a.m. and it was our last night here in Orlando. We really just planned on getting in the pool today and relaxing. After taking two Advils, my head had stopped hurting from all that drinking that I did last night. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth and threw on my cheetah print robe. I came downstairs and all the girls were in the kitchen. Tisha and Ka’lani were standing over the stove making breakfast.
“Let’s address the elephant in the room. Did y’all hear how loud this bitch was last night?” I asked, making my presence known. Everybody started laughing.
“We were just getting on this ho about that. Bitch woke up the whole damn house. I ended up going in the room with Imani,” Meek told us.
“No wonder why your ass said when your kids home, you and Otis have to turn the music up all the way to tune your ass out. Don’t make no sense to be so fuckin’ loud,” I fussed.
Tisha started laughing and then turned her attention to me. “Bitch don’t call me out on my shit with your drunk ass. Ka’lani show her the video,” Tisha said.
Ka’lani showed me the video of me last night, trying to walk up the stairs and I kept falling. That explained why my ass woke up sore this morning. Of course, I didn’t remember none of this shit happening. “And y’all hos just gon’ stand there and let me fall. Y’all wasn’t even going to help a bitch out,” I said, laughing.
“Nae your ass need to stop drinking. I was really gon’ slap the shit out of you last night,” Breesha said.
“Ho, shut up, you just mad because your pregnant ass can’t drink, so hush,” I told her. She flipped me off and everybody started laughing.
That’s pretty much how most of our day was spent; cracking jokes on each other and just having a good time. I made good on my promise too. I didn’t drink shit else for the rest of the time that we were there, just water. I enjoyed my birthday weekend with my girls and I looked forward to doing something like this again. Now, I couldn’t wait to get back home to my family so that I could drive that big boy that my husband had brought for me.
Imani
I was awakened out of my sleep because I heard Shard get up out of the bed, so I turned over on my side and sat up in the bed. I wiped the sleepiness from my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall and realized that it was 12:56 in the morning. I watched as Shard headed to the bathroom and then I heard the shower come on. I wonder where the hell his ass thought he was about to go, at almost one in the morning. I waited up in the bed for another fifteen minutes and then he emerged from the shower with a terry cloth towel wrapped around his waist.
“Shard where are you going?” I asked him, getting from out of the bed so that I could go use the bathroom.
“That was Mark that just called me. I’m about to go chill at his house real quick and play the game,” Rashard let me know.
Something didn’t seem right to me. Why the fuck would Mark call my man over to his house this late just to play the game? That wasn’t the bad part though because I was used to Shard leaving late nights. I didn’t have a problem with that. It was just the fact that whenever Mark and Shard play the game, they would always play it over here. Don’t get me wrong, I trusted Shard, it was his fat ass cousin that I didn’t trust. Something about his ass rubbed me the wrong way and I had been telling Rashard this for a while now.
“Baby, why would he call you over there just to play the game? If anything, he would come over here like he always does,” I said, leaning against the dresser. The bathroom was just going to have to wait because I wanted Rashard to know how I felt at the moment.
“Imani, chill. Your ass worry too damn much. That’s my damn cousin,” Rashard told me.
“That’s not even your fuckin’ real cousin Rashard! Can’t you see that that nigga don’t like you? I told your ass the way I caught him looking at you when we were at the gym awhile back! Where the fuck was that nigga at to congratulate you when I had R.J? When do that nigga ever call you, just to fuckin’ see what you doing? Never! Only time his ass calls you is when he fuckin’ want something from your ass!” I vented. I was sick of this shit and it was time that I spoke up on it.
“Imani, you really tripping right now! Just because you don’t fuck with that man, don’t mean that I won’t!” Rashard told me and walked inside of the closet to find him something to wear.
I shook my head because I couldn’t believe that this man was really ignoring all the signs. By no means was I trying to turn him against his cousin; I was just trying to get him to realize that everybody in your circle is not really down for you the way they say they are. I allowed Shard to get dressed and I went into the bathroom so I could pee right fast. I washed my hands and walked back inside of the bedroom and Rashard was sitting on the bed, putting on his shoes.
“Imani, I just think you looking into the situation too much. I’m going to be straight. I won’t be gon’ long either,” he said, standing up and walking over to me. I just nodded my head.
“You’re my man Rashard. It’s hard for me not to worry about you,” I told him sincerely.
“I know baby. But your man is going to be fine. Now give me a kiss before I go,” he said, palming my ass and I leaned forward to kiss him on his lips. After we pulled apart, I watched him walk out of the room and I sat down back on the bed.
My woman intuitions were kicking in and something was telling me to follow Rashard. Something was telling me that something was about to happen tonight and I needed to put on my big girl panties to protect my man. First of all, Rashard didn’t go into work today, so that left all day for Mark to call him and say he wanted to play the game. Secondly, why would he all of a sudden want Rashard to go over to his house? Since I’d been with Rashard, I think he might’ve gon’ to Mark’s house maybe twice because his ass was always over here. Yeah, something definitely wasn’t right.
Once I heard Shard’s car pull out, I went into the closet to find me something to wear. I threw on my purple BCBG sweat suit along with my purple diamond bezzled UGGs. It was a good thing my baby was with my parents because I wouldn’t have been able to go after Rashard. I went into the safe that I seen Rashard go in plenty of times that was located in our closet and I picked up the gun that I saw in there. Lord knows, I didn’t know what the fuck to do with a damn gun but I guess I was just going to have to find out today.
I made sure the safety of the gun was off and I threw it in my oversized Louis Vuitton handbag. I went back into the bathroom and brushed my long hair into a nice sleek ponytail. Turning the light off in the bathroom, I headed downstairs, turned the lamp on in the den, and I was out the door. I jumped inside of my Mercedes-Benz jeep and I was on my way to the city. I just really hoped that what I was feeling was right because if I was wrong about this, I knew Rashard would be pissed at me for spying on him.
Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to the city and I spotted Mark’s dirty colored green house on the left. Shard’s car was parked in the driveway and I didn’t want them to see this big ass truck so I parked a few houses down and shut the car off. I took the gun from out of my purse and sat my purse on the passenger seat. Getting out the car, I locked the car and put the gun in my waist like I’d seen Shard do on numerous occasions. I walked down to the house and I could see that the lights were all on in the house and I gold hear Future’s “Stick Talk” blaring from the speakers. I was literally scared as fuck right now because I’d nev
er done any shit like this before.
I walked up to the front door and of course when I went to turn the knob, it was locked. Shit! I couldn’t knock on the door or anything because I wanted to catch Mark’s grimy ass off guard. I reached inside of my hair and pulled out a hair pin and I tried so desperately to pick the lock. I didn’t know if this shit was going to work, but I was damn sure about to find out. Damn near five minutes later, the door opened and I was able to look ahead and I saw Shard sitting on the couch with the controller in his hands. I didn’t see Mark so I silently crept to the right and stood behind the wall, just to see what was going to transpire.
I stood there and beads of sweat kept forming on my forehead because I was so fuckin’ scared. A minute later, I saw Mark come from a room and I watched as he went to take a sip of whatever it was that it had in his cup. I pulled the gun out and took the safety off, just in case. After he sat the cup back, he stood up and walked behind the couch where Rashard was. Shard was so into the game that he literally wasn’t paying this man any attention. I watched as Mark reached inside of his waist and pulled out a gun, similar to the one that I had.
I got from out of the corner that I was in and I aimed my gun at him as soon as he aimed his gun to the back of Rashard’s head.
POW! POW! POW! POW! TAT! TAT! TAT! TAT!
I don’t know what he fuck came over me but when I saw him about to shoot my man, I just lost my fuckin’ mind. I watched as his body dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
“What the fuck?” Rashard screamed and pulled out his gun and aimed it my way but stopped when he realized that it was me.
A Miami Love Tale 3 : Thugs Need Luv Too (A Miami Love Tale : Thugs Need Luv Too) Page 9
