“Love it!” The Queen laughed.
CoCo lifted an already-open, dark-green bottle of Cristal from the silver ice bucket on the vanity. She poured a steaming stream into The Queen’s crystal flute, then her own.
“Cheers!” CoCo said, as they clinked glasses. “Here’s a toast to the sexiest bride marrying the sexiest groom on the sexiest day in Babylon history!”
The Queen raised her crystal champagne flute to her lips and took a long sip. She couldn’t wait for the sweet bubbles to dance on her tongue and through her whole body. The cool fluid would relax her tense muscles and erase all thoughts of the high security alert on this stressful-ass day of The Games. “To tell you the truth, girl,” The Queen said, “I can’t wait to get the fuck outta here and enjoy my honeymoon. I wish they’d just catch Duke and take care of his ass so we can get on with our lives.”
“As many Barriors and B’Amazons they got outside this room,” CoCo said, “and all the security cameras, you got nothin’ to worry about. Knight wouldn’t let nothin’ happen to you, girl.”
The Queen remembered all the terrifying moments over the past month that had made her question whether she wanted to remain in Babylon as a married woman raising a child with Knight. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m in the right place.”
“It don’t matter where you at.” CoCo brushed a loose thread from her pink maid of honor dress. “As long you wit’ the man you love. That’s how I feel about me an’ Jamal. Much as I love Babylon an’ his music, I’d drop it all an’ live in a barn wit’ him if he wanted me to.”
The Queen giggled. “Girl, you crazy.”
“Money don’t buy love or happiness, but love make you happy.”
“I’m gonna talk to Knight on our honeymoon about our future,” The Queen said. “If I ever surrender my throne, it’s yours, CoCo.”
CoCo’s eyes glowed with appreciation as they filled with tears.
The Queen raised the glass to her lips and took a sip of the sweet, bubbly liquid. A golden spray of champagne shot from between The Queen’s lips and into the warm beams of sunshine pouring in from the warehouse windows. “Oh, shit!” She slammed the glass down on the vanity. Her other hand instinctively grasped her stomach.
CoCo’s eyes widened with alarm. “What’s wrong? Girl, I didn’t think you’d get wedding-day jitters.”
“Just a cramp.”
The Queen wanted to share the good news for weeks, but Knight insisted that she keep the pregnancy a secret until she was actually showing. Plus, the first three months were the most high-risk time for miscarriage anyway.
“We’ll wait until it’s safe,” he’d been saying for the two weeks since her period was late.
The home pregnancy test confirmed what Celeste had already told her, and the doctor down in the clinic had proven it with a blood test.
Her and Knight’s baby didn’t need to be swimming around in Cristal. “Damn!” The Queen exclaimed. “My mind is so fucked up right now, I can’t think straight to save my life.”
“Don’t say that, girl. You know Knight says our words have power. Every bride is whack on her wedding day; it’s normal.”
“How many brides you know who got armed guards outside their dressing room door?”
CoCo shrugged. “This life in the big city. But you The Queen of Babylon, so be glad about it. Look at you!”
The Queen checked herself out in the mirror. But she didn’t really see herself, except for the brilliant sparkle off her QUEEN choker necklace as the sunshine lit up every diamond. It was so bright, it created silver blurs in her eyes as if someone had just snapped her picture with a flash.
From here on out, she would drink only bottled water, juice, and milk. And most of all, she’d keep her head straight so this wouldn’t happen again.
“You and Knight got what everybody else wants but can’t even think about having,” CoCo said. “It’s too rare. So smile. Celebrate, sweetheart!”
The Queen imagined staring into Knight’s eyes at the altar. She believed that the only time she could feel more intoxicated and euphoric than that moment was when she was making love with Knight. Otherwise, the thrill of every little girl’s dream coming true, in this most sexy, blingin’ way, was so over the top, she felt dizzy.
“Knight’s gonna love this dress so much.” The Queen giggled. “He’ll be at the altar like, ‘Uh, ’scuse me, y’all, we got some business to handle.’”
CoCo, who was sipping champagne as The Queen talked, pulled the crystal flute away from her highly glossed lips. She laughed. “Then he’ll be like, ‘Yo, Rev, move out the way an’ lemme jus’ drill this fine ass on the altar for a hot minute.’ “
The Queen bent down slightly as CoCo adjusted the lace straps of her gown over her shoulders.
“It might be white,” CoCo said, “but it ain’t innocent.”
The Queen grinned and shivered as she looked into the giant, three-paneled mirror set against a wall draped in pink tulle, white roses, and green vines. She pivoted on white satin stiletto slippers, loving how the dress hit every curve just right.
“CoCo, look.” The Queen stroked the curve of her chest. Her diamond engagement ring sparkled in the sunshine, and her French manicure with clear, opalescent pink polish matched the dress perfectly.
“Girl, you makin’ me hot just lookin’ at you.” CoCo made her shoulders shimmy as if she had caught a chill. Then she stood in the mirror and untied her robe. It fell open. In the bright sunlight, CoCo’s pussy glistened like a melting chocolate rose.
“Damn, girl!” The Queen made a sucking sound. “Look like you need a bitch to take care o’ that.”
“Naw. I’m savin’ it for Jamal tonight. He like it when my pussy be marinatin’ in hot cream all day, then when we fuck, it’s like so boilin’ hot, he almost can’t stand it.”
“Girl, you talk so prim and proper in business, but get you some Cristal and a hot pussy, an’ you just as rank as me.” The Queen ran her hands down the lace bodice. Embroidered with tiny pink crystals, the body-hugging fabric shimmered as it curved in a perfect hourglass over her breasts, waist, and hips. Right at her thighs, the dress poufed out in an explosion of pale pink tulle, which was also embroidered with tiny white crystals.
“Can you believe I designed this myself?” The Queen said. “It’s like a vision just came to me. And the designer was right on point.”
Suddenly, The Queen heard Knight speaking in her thoughts, You were a vision I saw on TV. And the divine plan was right on point. Now you’re about to be mine for life. Love you to the infinity, baby girl.
Celeste answered, I’m your Queen forever.
The Queen’s nipples hardened, and her pussy swelled with heat and cream. It wasn’t so much lust for the sexiest man alive; she was aroused by a sensation of pure joy. After all she’d been through, she was finally being rewarded with the most amazing gift; the love of a lifetime.
The Queen gathered her long black hair up into a twist, which she secured on top of her head with two shimmery white chopsticks. Then she turned around to glimpse the back of the dress, which was mostly bare skin. The lace fastened behind her neck, forming a halter top with two strips that stretched down over her shoulder blades to support the backless dress. Framed by a scalloped lace edge, most of her back was bare, all the way down to the crack of her ass.
“Damn!” CoCo zipped the side of the dress from The Queen’s hip bone up to her ribcage. “That designer got it fittin’ like second skin. And look,” CoCo ran her finger over The Queen’s tattoo at the base of her back. “You gon’ walk down the aisle and everybody gon’ be starin’ at your tattoo.”
The Queen cast a seductive glance over her shoulder at CoCo. “Love the way you touch me, girl.” Then her gaze lowered to the reflection of her tattoo in the mirror. She read the black, Gothic-style letters aloud, “Queen of the Knight. Damn! You won’t see this sexy shit in those prissy bridal magazines.”
“I bet you’ll see a bunch o’ hoes copying your styl
e, though. Hey, girl, don’t forget about your garter.” She pulled it from the vanity, which was covered with makeup that The Queen had just applied. On it also sat a small beaded purse that held The Queen’s pearl handheld pistol. “Here, sit down so I can put it on you.”
The Queen sat on the white satin stool in front of the vanity. Fabric rustled as she pulled up her dress.
CoCo, who hadn’t fastened her robe, knelt before her. Her tight little body, and juicy, cantaloupe titties with nipples made The Queen’s mouth water. “Does it go on your left or right leg?” CoCo looked from The Queen’s satin shoes up to her face for an answer. Her eyes grew large. “Oooh, girl I never heard of a bride who just said to hell with panties altogether!”
The Queen spread her legs wider and rested her elbows on the vanity behind her. “I get too hot.” She cast a seductive stare down at her assistant. She knew CoCo was clean; she’d just been checked the day before, along with Jamal. And The Queen knew for a fact that CoCo wasn’t getting with any other girls. “Hot and horny,” The Queen said.
In fact, all those pregnancy hormones were keeping her pussy moist at all times, no matter what she was doing. But Knight looked so weak and pale lately, she was afraid to over tax him by demanding dick every hour on the hour.
“Tell me you love to lick my pussy.” The Queen moaned in anticipation of CoCo’s hot mouth pressing down on all her hot, swollen meat. “Tell me you love it.”
CoCo slid her hand between her own legs as she dove forward with an open mouth. She inhaled loudly. “I love to lick this pussy,” she whispered, making her hot breath steam onto the top of the bride’s clit.
The Queen loved the sensation of CoCo’s nipples rubbing against the insides of her thighs.
CoCo stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of The Queen’s clit. She loved the sound The Queen made as she moaned.
“Lick that shit like you a little kitten,” The Queen whispered. “Suck up all that milk.”
CoCo wrapped her lips around her clit.
The Queen buckled. “Damn! You do that good. You still gon’ lick me off after I’m married?”
CoCo licked faster.
“Speakin’ in tongues,” The Queen said with a mellow, intoxicated moan. “Love it.”
“Damn, girl, all that champagne made me have to pee.” The Queen giggled.
CoCo stood up.
“Go ’head. Turn on some music.”
CoCo walked toward the living room area. The sexy beat of Diamond Hearts blasted from speakers built into the walls around the suite.
The Queen stood and danced in her gown. She grabbed her veil from the mannequin, put it on, and spun in a big blur of white.
Thud! Pop!
She froze. Her ears strained against the loud music. Those two sounds were unmistakable. And they came from right outside the door, where at least two Barriors were stationed at all times.
Damn, I knew some shit was gonna go down today. The way Knight’s been so paranoid. Gotta call him.
She scanned the vanity for her phone. With the push of a button he’d be here. After all, he was dressing on this same floor, in a suite at the opposite end of the long hallways. But where was the phone under all that makeup?
Knight, baby. Trouble.
If ever she needed to use their supernatural vibe to call him, now was the time. She tiptoed to the entrance hall and peeked through the peephole. Nothing. Except an empty hallway with brick walls and wooden doorways lit by cobalt blue sconces.
Where the fuck were the Barriors? I gotta call Knight.
She spun, holding up her gown. She ran toward the bedroom dressing area. The double doors opened. The Queen’s heart raced. The metallic taste of fear burned on her tongue.
Because Reba and Antoine were entering the suite, pushing in a huge armoire.
And not a Barrior or B’Amazon was in sight. Except for the tip of a black boot positioned at the bottom of the doorway. The toe pointed to the ceiling, and the heel rested on the blue carpet, as if he was lying on the floor, shot or dead!
“We got your clothes ready for the honeymoon,” Reba said, strutting in wearing a pink spandex bodysuit and matching knee-high boots. Antoine wore a black suit.
The Queen glared at them.
Knight, baby. Help!
Chapter 89
Knight perched on the bed, inhaling deeply. But every breath made those needle sensations in his heart pierce harder. And an aching, burning band of pain extended from the right side of his chest, under his arm, and around his back.
“My body is relaxed,” he whispered, yanking at the black bow tie that felt like a noose. His watch said five-forty. So did his cell phone, sitting beside him on the bed, which was supposed to alert him of any security breaches.
five forty-one.
He unbuttoned his shirt. With one hand, he massaged his chest.
Nineteen more minutes.
“I am strong,” he gasped. “My heart is strong.” But his heart was hammering against his ribs. His lungs were squeezing, barely taking in air. And his head was spinning.
I am a black warrior. I am strong.
Little white dots of light danced before his eyes. He tried to focus on himself in the mirror facing the bed. Knight! Knight, baby, help!
Knight’s heart pounded harder. Sweat prickled under his starched white shirt.
How long had she been calling for help? His panicky state of mind had been blocking his radar.
“Pong!” Knight called weakly.
The Barrior and his twin, Ping, were waiting in the living room. Jamal, his best man, was dressing in another suite. The plan was for him to come here, then they would all go up to the wedding together.
“Pong!” Knight wheezed. He grabbed his phone. If The Queen was in danger, then it meant that all of Babylon was already in the midst of a serious security breakdown. Knight poised his finger over the single button that would spark Ping and Pong into immediate action, and set off an alarm in the security booth for Gerard to take care of whatever was going down.
Those white lights dancing before his eyes became a blinding flash. Static rang in his ears. And everything went black.
Chapter 90
“Muthafuck me!” Gerard shouted. His fingers raced over buttons and knobs on the console in the security room, where six other men and women concentrated on dozens of video monitors covering three walls.
I gotta get a grip on my sex addiction before it gets me killed.
Gerard blocked out the mental pictures of all the pussy he’d been getting, taking, and buying lately. He had to concentrate on the conversation inside The Queen’s suite through the sound chip in her necklace. For some reason, the audio monitors that were hooked up to the cameras in that suite had suddenly gone dead. Good thing Knight was so slick he’d had a sound chip installed in The Queen’s diamond necklace, so he could keep an ear on his bitch at all times. Gerard had just replaced the chip with an even more powerful one to prepare for today. And The Queen never knew that it was just inside the clasp.
Damn, I can’t even concentrate when she talkin’.
If she and CoCo weren’t talking so freaky, Gerard would have had an easier time focusing on the screens in front of him. And if they hadn’t been flashing each other’s pussy at each other as Gerard watched live, thanks to the security camera that showed the bedroom of the bridal suite, then he would have looked away long enough to study the other monitors. Then he wouldn’t be in this panic. He’d just now noticed that the monitors for the hidden security cameras outside The Queen’s suite room 515, were actually showing room 415.
“Knight gon’ kill me.” He tried once more to activate the cameras that would, identify the live video as Room 515.
“Whew!” Gerard said, when he read the words on the monitor, Room 515. “She safe.” The monitor showed four Barriors standing in the hallway. And the numbers on the door said Room 415. “How the fuck did somebody—”
“That’s just a short circuit, man.” Paul reached
over to adjust the knobs in front of Gerard, “Look.”
The image of four Barriors in front of Room 515 appeared on the video.
“Dang, I just saw my life flash before my eyes. Knight woulda killed me his damn self if I’da let somethin’ happen to The Queen.”
“Everybody too doggone tense around here today,” Paul said calmly. “I just saw your girl Reba. She so nervous, you’d think it was her weddin’.”
Gerard went numb. He knew she was up to something. Not for taking the money after their little fun in the Jacuzzi. Or the several other times that she’d sucked his dick like “wifey” never had, even when they was young newlyweds and the bitch was still givin’ head.
No, something in Reba’s eyes had snitched that she wanted something much more valuable than money. And he didn’t like the way she kept blowing her nose, mumbling something about having a head cold that lingered for almost two weeks. But he had let her sexiness blind him to overlooking at why she caused that bad feeling in his gut.
Damn, how could I have been so stupid?
It was the hottest pussy he’d ever had. The way she could sit on top of him and grind her ass down on his stomach while she fucked him. Just thinking about that shit made his whole body feel hot. Those magic moves had the power to make a nigga lose his mind.
Gerard stared at the monitor to make sure it still showed Barriors outside Room 515.
* * *
In his mind’s eye, though, he could see Reba last night, in this security room where Knight prohibited all visitors, whether they were a Slut, a Stud, or a low-ranking Barrior or B’Amazons.
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