Thug Lovin'

by Wahida Clark

  At the bar, Trina finally got ahold of herself and burst out laughing. “That’s good for that chick. I wish I could be a fly on a wall when you let her know that. But damn, Kyron, I don’t know about that. Actually, the more I think about it, fucking with my sister is only gonna get your feelings hurt and everybody’s emotions involved. It ain’t gonna be good.”

  “My feelings hurt?”

  “Yeah. Your feelings. Niggas go crazy over her. Then what about Trae? I’ma be straight up. She’s not gonna leave him for you. And then what happens when Trae finds out? What about your brother? And Angel? Have you thought about all of them? I don’t think it’s worth all of that drama.”

  “Let me worry about all of that.” Kyron cut off her soapbox speech. The speech that he was not interested in hearing. “I didn’t ask her to leave him.”

  “Okay then. Do you.”

  “Thank you.”

  They both headed back into the lounge area. Trina plopped down next to Kendrick and Kyron sat down next to Tasha, who was trying to get Trina’s attention. But Trina was purposely ignoring her and refused to look Tasha’s way.

  “What happened in there, Kyron?” Tasha asked him since her sister wasn’t being cooperative.

  He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Kendrick likes her and I don’t think she’s feelin’ me like that.”

  Disney World ended up being a blast for everybody. They spent the day acting like kids. They rode on all of the roller coasters, visited the Tower of Terror twice, watched a Muppet show in 3-D and didn’t leave until the theme park shut down.

  When they returned to New York Tasha continued hiding out at Kyron’s. So far nobody seemed to suspect anything. But Tasha knew that wouldn’t last long and she started looking for a place.

  Today Kendrick and Kyron were riding through Spanish Harlem reminiscing.

  “Yo, son, remember this C-Town right here? We used to go in there and steal shit, just because.” Kendrick laughed at the memory.

  “Remember your little four-eyed girlfriend, Rosa? She lived on this block?” Kyron teased Kendrick.

  “Man, stop hatin’. Rosa wore glasses but she was smart and she was hot. You know that. And she did my homework all of the time.” Kendrick tried to defend his little childhood sweetheart.

  As they headed downtown and stopped at the next light, there was a ruckus involving a big black fat dude who was slapping his chick around. Both Kendrick and Kyron noticed that the girl being manhandled was Trina. Kendrick threw the car in park and shut it off, and before you knew it he and Kyron were pulling fat boy off of Trina, who had a black eye, a ripped blouse and no coat. She was obviously dizzy as she tried to get up off the ground.

  “Fatts, what’s up? Why are you beating on a girl?” Kendrick asked his onetime block rival. Of course Trina was surprised that Kendrick knew him.

  “K, get the fuck off me and mind your business,” he spat. “Trina, get your trick ass in the car. Better yet, hell to the naw! Kick rocks bitch!” He snatched away from Kendrick and Kyron and grabbed her fur jacket off the ground.

  Trina jumped up and charged at Fatts, her left hand slipping into his coat pocket and coming away with his car keys. She ran over to the Cadillac Escalade.

  “Don’t let that bitch take my truck.” He broke away from Kendrick and Kyron, only to be put in a choke hold by Kyron.

  “I don’t want this raggedy-ass truck. Just give me my shit out of the trunk,” said Trina.

  “Let him go, Kyron,” Kendrick ordered. “Let her get her shit out of the trunk, Fatts.” He snatched her mink jacket out of Fatts’ arms. He was holding on to it for dear life.

  “He can keep that cheap-ass jacket. I can buy me another one.” She grabbed two suitcases out of the trunk and tossed his keys in the sewer.

  “You bitch! You stinkin’ bitch! Don’t come crawling your dumb ass back. I’ll spit on you before I let you back in this time.”

  “Fuck you! You fat nasty bastard!” Trina spat as she crammed her suitcases in the back of Kendrick’s ride.

  “Where y’all takin her, man?” Fatts asked Kendrick, who was already walking away. Kyron shoved him out of his way and followed Kendrick. They jumped into the car and it sped off.

  “Just drive me to JFK,” Trina snapped.

  Kyron looked back at her swollen face. “You want us to drop you off at the hospital?”

  “No, I’ll be fine.”

  “You want me to call your sister?”

  “No! Please. Please don’t tell her about this.”

  “Yo, where that fat nigga keep his stash?” Kendrick glanced back at Trina through the rearview mirror.

  “Here’s some of it right here.” She unzipped one of the suitcases, revealing stacks of loot.

  “That nigga ain’t gonna let you get away with that,” Kendrick told her.

  “He’ll have to find me first. If I tell you where one of his stash spots is what’s in it for me? You got me or what?”

  “You already have the answer to that,” Kendrick said.

  “You can’t go through the airport with a suitcase full of money.” Kyron was back on that.

  “I got this. Just get me there and promise me you won’t tell my sister. I want to do something right this time. I’m going to Cali, getting me a place, and doing something right for me for a change.”

  Kyron kept his promise and didn’t tell Tasha about their meeting with Trina and Fatts. It was a weeknight and Kyron was bored so he snatched Tasha up and they were now in a limo on their way to Atlantic City to gamble. Kyron had stuck a DJ Juice Video Blendz DVD in and it was playing in the background.

  Tasha had rolled herself several joints and was ready to get her party on as well.

  Kyron was a wine drinker and had them both sipping on some merlot. Tasha had smoked a half a joint and had to put it out. “Damn, that’s strong.”

  “Shorty, c’mon now, a half a joint? You killin’ me, Ma.”

  “I’m high enough, Kyron.”

  “What do you mean you high enough?” He lit one of the joints, took a pull and held it out for her.

  “No, Kyron. I’m good, I told you.”

  “No you ain’t. Come here.” He grabbed her by her wrist, put the lit end of the joint in his mouth, leaned over, and gave her a shotgun.

  Tasha inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs for as long as she could before choking and releasing the smoke. Tears were running down her cheeks. “Okay, Kyron, that’s enough.”

  “See, now that’s what I’m talking about.” Kyron had a smirk on his face. “Now, give me one.” He passed her the joint and she returned the favor, and he gave her the same reaction she had given him.

  Tasha started laughing. “I don’t know what you’re laughing at, it’s your turn,” he told her.

  “No it’s not, Kyron. You can’t get but so high. And I think I’m there,” she giggled.

  “No you’re not. We just getting started.” He gave her another shotgun. This time his lips touched hers and it sent jolts throughout both of their bodies.

  Kyron put the joint out and lit another one. This time he blew the smoke up her nose and then had her return the favor. By this time Tasha was wasted and it felt surreal to her when he pulled her up to straddle his lap.

  “Give me another one,” he told her. She did even though it was clumsy. “Okay, now I think you had enough. You about to burn us up.” He took the joint from her and put it out.

  “I told you I was done,” she said, feeling as if she were floating. “I am fucked up,” she sang with a silly grin plastered on her face.

  He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She was startled at first and then she started giggling. “Ohhh, we gonna get in trouble,” she whispered.

  He kissed her again, longer and harder. “Who’s gonna tell?” he whispered back.

  “I don’t know, but we’re gonna get in trouble.”

  “I don’t care.” Kyron’s lips were now on her neck and his hands were rubbing up and down her
thighs and massaging her ass.

  His lips were tickling her neck, causing her to laugh. “Kyron, we can play but we are not fucking.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because.”

  “Because what?”

  “Because I said so.”

  He had unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse and was glad that she didn’t have on a bra. He began working his magic tongue on her nipples. When her breathing went into a steady rhythm and her fingers began running through his hair, he knew it was on.

  She ain’t laughing no more.

  Kyron knew that his tongue game needed a patent. It was that point. Her sexy moans confirmed that.

  Tasha’s pussy was tingling and twitching and she was creamin’ in her jeans. A few seconds later she was coming. Kyron began unbuckling her jeans and she stopped him. Out of breath and sweaty she said, “No, Kyron.” And climbed off of his lap, feeling as if she was sobering up.

  Damn, an orgasm from getting my nipples sucked! What if I get my pussy and clit done!

  She lay back, stretching onto the leather seat, contemplating whether to ask him or not.

  Kyron followed Tasha’s movement and climbed on top of her. He wanted her to feel how hard he was, which only scared her. She tried to push him off of her.

  “I thought you said we could play?” He was now kissing her neck and grinding on her pussy.

  “Get off of me. You are playing a little too fast.”

  Kyron grinned, got up off of her and sat back. He grabbed a joint, lit it and watched her button up her blouse and jeans. He passed her the joint and poured her a glass of wine.

  The limo slowed to a stop in front of the Borgata Hotel. Before getting out they finished off another joint and glass of wine.

  “C’mon, shorty, it’s time to get our gamble on.” Kyron got out and held the door open. “Shorty, come on.”

  Tasha started giggling and then burst out laughing. “My legs, I can’t move my legs.”

  “C’mon. Get out.”

  “I’m serious. I can’t move my legs.”

  Kyron sighed. “Can you put your coat on?”

  She started laughing. “I think so,” she slurred.

  Kyron got back in and helped Tasha put on her coat, then he pulled her out of the limo and carried her into the hotel.

  She whispered into his ear, “My legs are drunk, Kyron.”

  “I got you.”

  “Am I too heavy?”

  “Relax, shorty. I got you.” He tuned Tasha out as she rambled on—about what, he had no clue. He got their room key and stepped onto the elevators.

  “This elevator is nice,” Tasha slurred. There were two ladies on the elevator with them. One of them was carrying her shoes in her hand. The other one couldn’t stop drooling over Kyron.

  “He is fine, ain’t he?” Tasha giggled. “He wants to fuck but that ain’t happening. I don’t care how fine he is, or how hard his dick gets,” she told the strangers, who only drooled much harder, causing him to blush.

  Kyron was glad when the elevator doors opened and the ladies disappeared. When they made it to their door Tasha was dozing off. He opened the door to their suite and laid her across the bed.

  “Shorty, c’mon, we’re supposed to be here to gamble.” Tasha mumbled something, balled her body up and went to sleep. “Ain’t this some shit,” Kyron said as he counted up some cash and headed for the craps tables.

  Tasha was downstairs at Angel’s in the living room, watching TV and fooling around with a Sudoku puzzle. It was almost eleven. Kaylin, Angel, their son Malik and their baby daughter Jahara were all upstairs. She had decided to come over here to get away from Kyron for a few. At least that was her intention until the front door opened and he came waltzing in. She was seated in the La-Z Boy wearing a pair of sweats and a buttoned-up pajama shirt. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was chilling.

  When her cell phone rang she checked the caller ID and it was her sister, whom she hadn’t heard from in a minute. “Damn, where you been hidin’ at?” Tasha asked Trina, while trying to ignore Kyron’s presence.

  Kyron took off his jacket and laid it across the arm of the chair. He had on a turtleneck and a pair of slacks and a pair of black-on-black Stacy Adams shoes.

  “I got a surprise for you,” Trina bellowed.

  “What is it?”

  “I live in California,” Trina yelled, unable to control her excitement.

  Tasha was speechless. “You what!?”

  “I live in Cali. I got me a place. I’m signing the papers in the morning and then I’ll be on my way up there to see you. I love it out here!” Trina squealed. “And oh, Kyron is finally letting them throw him a welcome-home party and Kendrick invited me. We are going, right?” Trina had been trying to get in with Tasha and Angel ever since the two of them had met Trae and Kaylin.

  Tasha looked over at Kyron, who was getting up and coming over toward her. He moved her feet off of the footstool and sat down. She tried to push him away and motioned upstairs.

  “Tasha, are you listening to me? We are going, right?”

  “Let me call you right back, Trina.” She hung up. “Kyron, your brother and my girl are right upstairs. What are you doing?”

  “When are we gonna fuck?” He was staring at her and waiting on a response as if he had asked her was she on her way to work.

  “I told you we aren’t.” Jahara was crying, causing Tasha to keep looking toward the stairs.

  “Shorty, when are we gonna fuck?” he asked again before leaning over and kissing her on the lips.

  “Kyron, stop playing.”

  “You said we can play, remember?”

  “Yeah, but there is a place and a time for everything.” Her voice went up an octave because his mouth was on her nipple.

  Jahara’s cries were getting louder and they heard little footsteps running around, which was Malik. Tasha hurried up and buttoned up her pajama shirt. Kyron grabbed her and stood up, taking her with him. She had wrapped her legs around his waist.

  “Aiight, nigga, let’s play.” She kissed him, forcing her tongue down his throat, and began grinding on his dick.

  The little person’s footsteps were now coming down the steps. Kyron sat Tasha down.

  “Uncle Kyron.” Malik ran over to him and began boxing with him. Kyron picked him up and tossed him in the air. Malik yelled with glee and Kyron put him down, then sat down on the sofa across from Tasha.

  “Why you was kissing Aunt Tasha?”

  Tasha gasped.

  Kyron calmly said, “Shhh, it’s our secret,” and gave Malik a fist bump.

  Kaylin came down the steps holding a crying Jahara. He was suited down, and passed Jahara off to Tasha. “My little princess is sleepy.” He looked over at Kyron. “You ready?”

  “I’m ready. Where’s your other half? She changed her mind?”

  “She’s coming.”

  “Oh, I can’t go out and party? I’m the permanent designated babysitter,” Tasha joked.

  “I believe you are.” Kaylin winked at her. “Love you.”

  “Sure you do. You love my babysitting.”

  “Come on, I’m ready,” Angel yelled. “Bye Tasha. Malik, it’s way past your bedtime,” she yelled out.

  Everybody left out, leaving Tasha with the kids.

  Trina and Tasha had just left Fatts’s apartment. He was down in DC and Trina still had a key. He hadn’t bothered to change the locks, knowing that Trina would be coming back. They had been through this many times. Trina had rented a minivan to pack the rest of her things. After they packed the van, they showered, got dressed and headed to Kaylin’s. Everyone was meeting there to go to the club for Kyron’s party.

  Kyron had bought himself and Tasha matching full-length dark fur coats with hoods. Tasha had on thigh-high winter-white Dolce & Gabanna calfskin boots and a winter-white Dolce & Gabanna dress. Trina rocked a chinchilla-trimmed cashmere wrap with a beige skirt and blouse. Compliments of the stash she and Kendrick rob
bed from Fatts.

  When they walked into Kaylin’s house there were only three other females: one was Kendra, the other two Tasha had never met. The other six or seven people were men who all started trying to talk shit and push up on Tasha and Trina. Kyron quickly put them all in their place.

  Tasha and Trina were looking fierce as they sashayed through the living room and went upstairs to Tasha’s temporary bedroom. As soon as they shut the door, Kendra came up. “Kyron said for y’all to come on to the basement to shoot a game of pool right quick.”

  When they got to the basement Kendrick and Kyron were waiting anxiously. Kendrick was glad to see that Trina’s eye was no longer black and Kyron immediately began undressing Tasha with his eyes.

  “Damn you look good.” Kyron leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I thought I was going to have to kill one of them niggas upstairs.”

  “Me and Trina against you and Kendrick?” Tasha asked, trying not to drool at how good Kyron was looking.

  “Naw, me and you against them two.”

  Kendrick had already racked the balls up.

  Kyron sat down on the couch as Tasha chalked up the pool stick. Trina broke the balls, knocking in the nine and the eleven.

  When it was Tasha’s turn, as she was bending over to shoot the balls Kyron was trying to look under her dress. And when he couldn’t take it anymore he got up and stood behind her to show her how to take the shot, all over her like a glove.

  “Unngh, they are making me sick,” Trina mumbled. To her, Kyron seemed to be totally mesmerized and fascinated with Tasha.

  “I heard that, Trina. Are y’all mad that we are whipping y’all’s ass?” Tasha slammed the six ball into the side pocket.

  “Shorty, I think they are,” Kyron teased.

  They finished off that game with Tasha banking the eight ball in the corner pocket.

  “We can play one more,” Kendrick challenged.

  “Nah, I need to holla at shorty real quick,” Kyron said, never taking his eyes off Tasha.

  Kendrick grabbed Trina’s hand and took her upstairs. As soon as they disappeared Kyron’s hands were under Tasha’s dress, squeezing her ass, and his lips were on hers. He lifted her up, sitting her on the edge of the pool table. His dick was hard and her pussy was wet, hot and throbbing. While he held her on the edge of the pool table, Tasha’s hand slid down his pants and was massaging his dick. That was one of the moments Kyron had fantasized about. This was her first time feeling it and by no means was she disappointed.