Honor Thy Thug (12 page)

I laughed. “Shit, I wish it was that simple.”

“So you’re going to choose her over me? Why? Because she’s pregnant? Shit, I can get pregnant, too. Then what?” And to my surprise she climbed over onto my lap and straddled me.
Shit.

“Kyra, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“What am I supposed to do, Rick? You know I’m a fighter. You don’t expect me to put up a fight for you? Why not? I had you first.” She kissed me on the lips. It was the first kiss we had
shared since she came back into my life. I couldn’t even say we shared it, because I was scared to kiss her back, fearing that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. “Answer me, baby. What am I supposed to do? This is not fair to me, and you know it.” She pressed her lips against mine and forced her tongue inside my mouth. I tasted wine and peppermint. She wiggled a little to get a better position on my dick. She kissed me again, this time rocking back and forth on what was now my growing hard-on. I knew I was in trouble.

“Kyra . . . baby.”

“I like the way you call me baby.”

“Kyra—”

“Rick, if I’m going to lose you, at least let me have this moment. I haven’t been kissed in God knows when. I haven’t been fucked in God knows when. I want you to fuck me, Rick.” She was kissing and sucking on my neck. I was the one who was fucked.

Because my shit was getting too hard, I had to get her off my lap. I went to stand up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

“Kyra . . . baby. We need to talk. Don’t do this.”

“Do what?” She held me tighter as I eased over to the banister and set her on it. She still refused to turn me loose. I felt her hand slide down in my jeans and grab my joint. “Do what, Rick?”

“That, Kyra.” She was squeezing and massaging. “C’mon, now. Let me go. I’m going back to her tonight, Kyra.” I tried to move her hand.

“Not before I get me some of this dick, Rick. Remember the time we fucked in your mother’s house, in your old bedroom? I remember that. It’s crystal-clear in my mind. I can even feel you inside me.” She purred in my ear, as she nibbled my ear lobe.

This time, when her lips touched mine, I kissed her back, and
I couldn’t stop. The king anaconda was fully awakened, and he had a mind of his own. He was doing all of the thinking and was ready to dig into his prey. “Let’s go inside.” I was breathing hard. At this point, I couldn’t contain him if I wanted to.

“Nope. You might change your mind. We are not going anywhere. You’re gonna fuck me right here. Right now.” She said it so seductively that I couldn’t help but lift her up and snatch off her panties. I hoped that Trae didn’t come to the door only to find me fucking Kyra on his porch, on his banister. I knew he had to have fucked Tasha out here, because the height was just right, the width was perfect, and the night sky put you in the mood the same way a nice, slow love song would.

“I want you to feel how wet you’re making me, King Rick,” she whispered into my ear. She grabbed my hand and guided it between her thighs, and I ran my fingers lightly up her pussy, teasing her clit, causing her to jump and release one of the sexiest moans I had ever heard.

“It’s too late to get jumpy now.” I kissed her throat, causing her to throw her head back and moan.

“I’m not jumpy. I’m just horny.”

She slid my jeans over my ass. I grabbed my steel and put it to her opening. She stiffened up. “Relax,” I ordered her. I buried the head of the anaconda in her tight but wet opening, sliding slightly in and out, causing her to groan as if I was all the way inside of her. “You sure this is what you want?”

“I’m so . . . sure.” She moaned. Her body was shaking.

I then slid all the way in, enjoying the tight grip of her walls. I felt her nails dig into my back as I went deeper and began to fuck her the way she wanted me to. Her tightness had me ready to come.

“Rick. Rick. Rick,” she kept repeating. “Oh . . . Rick. I wanted this as soon as I realized who you were,” she said as she threw the pussy at me.

“Kyra, I missed you so much.” The good pussy was forcing me to confess. “I want her to be you. I need her to be you.” I was saying shit I shouldn’t be saying.

“I’m here now. I’m . . . Rick, baby. Oh, that feels . . . so . . . ssso good. Fuck me. Keep fucking me like that.” She squealed, and her body began to tremble. It vibrated like it had the few times I had taken her tender frame to ecstasy. She wasn’t lying when she said that she was thirsty for a good fucking. Her pussy was on fire and she was riding my dick as if it was the only one on the planet. I grunted as I plunged into her harder.

“Shit,” she mumbled as her eyes rolled into her head and she gasped for air. She clung to my body. I could tell that she was glad to have me in her arms again. Each stroke brought me closer to her. My flesh rubbing against hers, her soft hands clutching at my back, her eyes locking with mines—the way we connected with each other went far and beyond mere sex. When we were together, we were on another plane.

Just then, a van slowed down in front of the house. I pumped inside Kyra’s pussy faster. Van or not, I couldn’t stop. The pussy was feeling just that good. I was at the point of no return. She was coming as the van pulled into the driveway. I could see the heads of three kids. Nina, my fiancée, got out of the van as I spurt my seed deep into Kyra’s womb.

I’m Nina Coles, and no, I’m not some chick who just popped up in the mix. I came on the set in
What’s Really Hood
, Wahida’s anthology with the short story called “Makin’ Endz Meet,” and then I’m the star in
The Golden Hustla
. Those two stories go together. Yeah, I had to plug Wahida’s books. She’s like that.

Enough of the formalities. I met Rick while I was living in Atlanta. He became my thug knight in shining armor. It didn’t matter to him that I had three kids, a crazy ex and was mixed up in some made-for-reality-TV drama with my job. With his guidance, I flipped all that shit around and made it work for me—or, rather, us. We robbed my boss of his stash money, packed it up and moved to Miami. I wasn’t feeling the superficialness of Miami, so we decided to try Arizona. Especially since my oldest son had asthma.

I knew that Rick used to live out in Cali and that his ex-wife
was still there. I knew all about Kyra, the chick he was in love with who got killed. Hell, he admitted that I reminded him of her. He told me that several times. And I hate to admit it, at first, I was jealous of her. It was obvious that she had his heart, and I felt that I couldn’t compete with her. He had the hardest time making me believe that it wasn’t a competition. The girl was gone. Dead. Once I accepted and believed that there was no competition, our relationship went to the next level.

I was and am still madly in love with him. He completes me. He is my soul mate, who loves me for me, and once we found out I was pregnant, he was ecstatic. He didn’t have any kids of his own, so he was beside himself.

Everything was going picture-perfect until he made this trip to his old stomping grounds. I didn’t have a problem with him going back to where he made his career. Especially when he said he would only be gone for a few days. He said it was something he had to do. Some bullshit about a cop’s intuition. Now, that part concerned me. I wasn’t sure if that meant he was going to kill somebody, investigate a crime, or what. But he assured me it wasn’t anything like that. He said he needed to clear his head and wanted to hit the road. Okay, cool. Driving from Arizona to Cali—I didn’t have a problem with that. Shit, I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to. But then, the more he would call home, the more distant he began to sound. I would ask him if everything was all right, and he could never give me an answer that I was satisfied with. And now that he’d been gone for almost two weeks, I said, “Oh, fuck that!” Something was up. And that’s when I started piecing events and conversations together. Niggas don’t realize that women are the best detectives. When we want to find some shit out, we can, and we will.

It took me a couple of days, but I finally faced the facts. I saw exactly where Rick was driving around in our Mercedes ML550, thanks to the “mbrace” system we had installed. I was able to find out all that I needed to know. I saw that the car was back and forth between his old street address and a hospital. My first thought was that this nigga had obviously gotten back with his wife.

So I packed up my three kids and headed to his old address. However, I was not ready for what I was confronted with. When I pulled up into the driveway and got out of the car and got closer to the porch, to say I was confused was an understatement. I was appalled! It was obvious that he was fucking this bitch right there on the front porch. When our eyes locked, he backed away from her and came and stood at the top of the stairs.

“You had a cop’s intuition or a gut instinct, all right! But Rick, your ex-wife? The way you talked about how you hated her? You hypocrite!”

“Nina. What—” He was busted. And ex-wife or not, I was putting my foot in her ass.

I stormed up the stairs. “Don’t
what
me! You got me at home worried as hell about you! I’m wondering if you are all right, and you’re out fucking your ex-wife on porches.” The Trenton, West Side, Jersey hood came out of me.

I looked at the bitch. She looked at me.
It can’t be
. I was so mad that I was seeing my dead competition. As I looked closer, I froze.
It can’t be!
My gut was telling me,
Oh, yes, it is
. I walked up to Rick and slapped him clean across his face. “You told me that she was dead! You lying piece of shit!” I slapped him again. This time, he grabbed me, but I pulled away and went stumbling
backward onto my ass, knocking over a plant. “You pushed me!” I screamed.

“I didn’t push you.” Rick came toward me and tried to help me up. I started throwing blows as soon as I was on my feet.

“Get away from me! Rick, you lied to me. How could you lie about something like that? That is so cruel. And you? Did you know that he has a family? Three kids? And I’m five months pregnant! Didn’t he tell you that?” I shouted at her. She just sat there speechless, staring at me.

“Did you hear that?” I asked Tasha. We were just chillin’, lying across the bed watching
The Real Husbands of Hollywood
.

“Hear what?”

“Arguing.”

“It’s not me and you, so no.” Tasha had this smug look on her face.

I got up and looked out the bedroom window. There was another van parked in the driveway.
Who the fuck does that belong to?
I went to my spot and grabbed my strap and tucked it. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” Tasha popped up and went to the window. By the time I made it to the front door, Angel and Jaz were already there, and Tasha’s hardheaded ass was right behind me. My eyes scanned the porch as I grabbed the door. Then I saw this little pregnant chick walk over to Kyra and slap the shit out of her. Kyra fell over backward off the banister, and then all hell broke loose. The little pregnant chick dashed off the porch headed for Kyra, and then Angel and Jaz were on the little chick like white on rice. Tasha went to see about Kyra, and Rick was
trying to get the girls off of this little chick, who I assumed was Nina, Rick’s woman. I snatched Jaz up and tossed her into the house. Rick passed Angel to me, and I pushed her inside the house and stood in front of the door.

When I turned around, Kyra was charging up the stairs like a bulldog heading for Nina. Rick was doing his best to protect her.

“Get off of me, Rick! I’m leaving, and by the time I get home, you’d better have your ass there, too.” Her little ass shoved him out of the way, but not before Kyra punched her in the face and Nina countered. Rick broke them up, dragging Nina to her van.

“Bring Kyra into the house,” I told Tasha, still blocking the door.

“Who the fuck do she think she is? She don’t know who she fuckin’ with,” Angel said while trying to get back onto the front porch. “You should have tapped that ass, Kyra. Pregnant or not.”

“Bitch, you might as well go back home. He’s mine! Even when he thought I was dead, ho he was still mines!” Kyra yelled. “He’s mine! Always has been! Always will be!”

Damn.

“Bitch, in your dead-ass dreams!” Nina said with confidence as Rick continued to push her into the car.

What the fuck
? I had to laugh at all of what just went down. Ol’ King Rick got his hands full, and I was glad that it was him instead of me. You talk about drama! I did not see this one coming.

I stood at the window, crushed, watching Rick talk to the Nina girl. It seemed so easy to me. All he had to do was leave her and
come back to me. But I was anticipating him jumping into his truck and leaving me.

Who would he choose? Me or her? He had to make a decision. I wanted desperately to go out there, but Trae was at the front door guarding it. I couldn’t take this anymore; if he left, I swear I don’t know what I’m going to do.

I opened the window. “Rick, I need to talk to you. Now!”

“Bitch, what part of ‘he ain’t your man don’t you understand? Do you see this rock on my finger?” she screamed at me, head and ring hand sticking out the car window. Then she tried to get out of her truck, but Rick wouldn’t let her.

“Rick!” I yelled out again.

“Bitch, you can beg all you want! Tell her, Rick. Tell the bitch to comprehend the fact that you are coming home to me.”

Rick was trying his best to calm her down, but it wasn’t working. I knew the longer he spoke to her, the more likely he was not going back to her. Not tonight. So I remained right there, gaze locked on Rick and his gestures, but my patience was dwindling.

“Rick!” I yelled.

“Kyra, Trae said get out of the window.” Tasha came bursting into my room.

“I can’t. If I get out of the window, he’s going to leave. I don’t want him to leave. I won’t be able to handle it, Tasha!”

“Kyra, stop it! Stop talking like that! You are much stronger than that.” She came over to where I stood and grabbed my shoulders. “Girl, pull yourself together.”