Thug Lovin' (22 page)

“I know y’all must be wondering why we are sitting here on a Tuesday morning. Well let me get straight to the point. How long
have we been open, Steph? Ten or eleven months?”

“Twelve months, fourteen days,” Stephon answered.

“Twelve fuckin’ months and already we’ve been put on the radar for the place to cop some E and dope,” he spat, allowing his
words to sink in as he looked around the room. Every one of these niggas was suspect to him, including Marvin and Stephon.
There was a little grumbling and mumbling but Trae didn’t give a fuck. “Now check it out. I don’t have a problem with the
next nigga trying to eat. Shit, I hustled just about all of my life but I’m done. I barely escaped with my life and a life
sentence so I’ll be damned if I’ma let any of y’all muthafuckas pull me back in. And on top of that I ain’t gettin’ a cut?
Y’all got this nigga here fucked up. So, this is what I’m gonna do. I’ma keep it gully with y’all muthafuckas. Especially
since we are supposed to be on the same team. I’ma give y’all a heads-up. Don’t fuckin’ deal out of my club. Now, if we get
raided and they find some shit in here, I’m looking forward to makin’ an example out of every one of you muthafuckas. Meeting
dismissed.”

Trae was so mad he only wanted to get to the condo and chill out by himself. Here he was facing a possible raid at the club
when he was really trying to be legit, he had just lost eight million dollars fucking around with Charli and his wife had
put him out.

The first thing he did when he walked in the door was pour him a shot of Hennessy and turn on CNN. He listened as they hyped
up the presidential inauguration. He watched as Barack Obama got off an airplane. He had a hell of a swagger as he came down
the steps.
A brother gettin’ ready to move in the White House. I would have never thought it. Didn’t they know that everything was already
decided? This was America, land of the Illuminati. They controlled everything and the masses didn’t have a clue.
His dad’s words rang in his ear.

Trae turned off the TV and lay in bed looking at the ceiling. All he could do was laugh at his current situation. Since he
was a little guilty, he was allowing Tasha to get away with this bullshit. Yesterday her stubborn ass had called him again.
This time it was to drop the kids off at the day camp. He told her it was gonna cost her another twenty minutes of her time.
But her slick ass was dodging him. He hadn’t been able to get a minute with her, let alone forty. He knew she was ducking
him on purpose. She was a master at that shit.

Finally, he ended up dozing off with Tasha heavily on his mind. He even had a wet dream about her and right before he busted
a nut he woke up with a massive hard-on. Somewhat disappointed, he looked around realizing he wasn’t in his bedroom, and Tasha
wasn’t in his bed. It only pissed him off. Here he was sleeping in another house, waking up with a hard-on, and her ass was
fucking dildos. When he was at the house the other day he had seen the box sitting on her bed. When he opened it and saw what
it was he threw it in the garbage and dared her to say something about it. He knew she did that shit on purpose. Just to fuck
with him. But he had something for her. He was paying her a visit first thing this morning.

He got up, showered, dressed, and headed on over.

When he walked in the front door she yelled, “Twins and Caliph, your daddy is here to take you guys to your swim class.”

Damn.
Trae had forgotten all about that.

“Daddy.” Caliph came running towards him, his sneakers untied. Tasha was not far behind him. She looked as if she had just
gotten out of the shower. She was wrapped in a short robe and a towel was wrapped around her head. She was carrying a saucer
of sliced cucumbers and a glass of white wine. She was barefoot. Trae bent down to tie Caliph’s sneaker and when Tasha came
by he grabbed her wrist. Caliph ran back out of the room.

She looked down at him and then at his hand on her wrist and frowned. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You owe me forty minutes, remember?”

She felt his dick immediately stand at attention. But she couldn’t do anything with a saucer of cucumbers in one hand and
the glass of wine in the other. “I remember, but you can’t get them now. I’m getting ready to give myself a facial and sit
in some steam,” she said haughtily.

“Too bad. You always got an excuse. I don’t give you excuses for when you need me to pick up the boys, now do I?”

“They’re your boys.”

“You owe me forty minutes, Tasha. And I want them now.”

“C’mon, Trae. What about later? I got the house all to myself, I would like to relax.”

“You can relax after I get my time.” He led her over to the sofa. “We’re going to sit right over here and I’ma get my forty
minutes.
Then
you can do whatever it is you gotta do.”

“The boys, Trae. Their class, remember?” She smirked.

“Nice try, Tasha. But we got time. They’re out back with Auntie.”

Tasha sucked her teeth. “Okay, okay, let me set this stuff down.” When she bent over to set the dishes on the glass table,
Trae rubbed his dick all on her ass. “You can let me go now. You have my attention.” He turned her loose and she flopped down,
crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest. She made no attempt to hide her nasty attitude.

“You can pout all you want. I’m getting my forty minutes.” He sat on the glass coffee table in front of her, straddling her
legs.

They sat there looking at each other. Trae had on a wife-beater, shorts and a pair of tan Gucci sandals. His bald head was
shining and he smelled fresh and clean.

“Okay, talk,” Tasha snapped in an attempt to get her mind off of how good he looked and smelled, and how much she actually
missed him.

“Talk?” He slid his hands up her thighs. When he got to her ass he pulled her up close to the edge of the sofa, catching her
by surprise.

“Trae, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m getting my forty minutes, that’s what I’m doing.” He leaned over and began kissing her softly on the neck.

“Trae, we are supposed to be talking.” She tried to push him away.

“Talk? I never said anything about talking. I said forty minutes of your time, right?” She didn’t respond. “Right?”

“You think you are so slick. You didn’t have to say
talk
. But that’s what I took it to mean, Trae.”

“A deal is a deal, Tasha. You owe me forty minutes.”

“It’s thirty-five now.”

“Aiight. Thirty-five then.” He gently uncrossed her legs. “This morning I had a dream that I was all up in this pussy. My
dick was so hard it woke me up, hard just like it is now.” He took her hand and placed it on his dick, rubbing it up and down.

“Thirty minutes,” Tasha snapped, mad this joint was feeling good.

“Five minutes didn’t pass that quick.” He untied her robe and saw that she had on only panties. He gazed at her nipples and
then began to play with one and suck on the other.

“Trae, no. This is not right,” Tasha’s voice squeaked.

“Oh, it’s right. Thirty minutes, remember?” He skillfully lifted her up, slid off her panties and eased her back down. He
spread her legs a little wider and began massaging her pussy.

“Trae, no, the kids.” Tasha was shaking her head and trying to move his hand.

“They’re out back.”

“But I said no, Trae.”

“No what? Thirty minutes.” He stood her up and began eating her pussy.

She half tried to push him away. “No, Trae. I’m supposed to be mad at you. Oh, God, don’t make me feel good, baby.” His tongue
was causing tingles to shoot from her head down to her toes.

“Why not? This is still my pussy.”

She looked down at him and his face was all into her pussy. She wondered how he could talk and eat her at the same time. She
grabbed onto his head as her knees began to buckle. He always made her come so quick when he went down on her and she tried
to fight it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Mommy, Mommy.”

They heard the kids running towards the living room. Trae sat Tasha down and closed her robe. She had tears rolling down her
cheeks. He wiped them away as she wiped her juices from around his mouth.

“I told you the kids, Trae.”

Aisha made it to them first. The twins and Caliph were on her tracks. “Aunt Marva said we ready,” she announced.

“Do you live here now?” Trae asked her.

“No,” she giggled. “I spent the night.”

“Daddy, we ready,” Kareem said.

“Daddy is talking to Mommy. Aisha, tell Auntie and Concita I need them to take y’all.”

“Okay,” Aisha said. “C’mon y’all, and don’t run.” Aisha led the troops back out and had the nerve to be running. They all
took off behind her.

Trae looked at Tasha, leaned in and began to kiss her. She was trying to break away from him.

“A deal is a deal,” he reminded her.

She didn’t say anything and kept giving him her cheek to kiss. “Ten minutes,” she said.

“Nah, it’s more than that. You not gonna give me a kiss?” She shook her head. “Aiight then.” He slid his dick out of his shorts
and pulled her up to the edge of the sofa. Then he lifted her up into his lap.

“My glass table, Trae,” she protested as he put his dick into her soaking wet pussy. “Oh, God, I hate… you. My table… breaks,
Trae. I’m mad… you. Oooh, this feels good.”

She was skipping her words as he dicked her down. “No. Wait.” Pissed that it was feeling so good, she tried to convince him
to stop pounding inside her pussy and making that rod hit all of the right places. The angrier she got, the better it felt.
When she started coming her legs went to shaking and she kicked the full wineglass over.

Trae planted kisses and hickeys on her neck as her body calmed down from that early-morning and much-needed orgasm. When Tasha
realized how tight she was holding onto him it was too late. Trae had wrapped her legs around his waist and was already digging
deeper into the pussy.

“No, Trae. Umm, um.” She unwrapped her legs and managed to get off the dick.

“What?” Trae snapped. He was ready to put in some serious work and here she had climbed off the dick, leaving it standing
long and stiff at attention. “C’mon, baby. My time isn’t up.” He went to lift her up onto his lap.

“I said no, Trae.” She stopped him. “Do you love her?”

“What?” he asked in disbelief.

“Do you love her?”

“Who?”

“That bitch, Trae. You know damn well who I’m talking about.”

“C’mon, Tasha. We had this conversation already. You know damn well I’m in love with you and you only. Shit, you and everybody
else know it.”

“Then why, Trae? Tell me why you were fuckin’ her.” She sat back down, crossed her legs and crossed her arms across her chest
waiting on a response. She waited as he fixed his shorts and picked up the wineglass. “Trae! Stop being so damn bullheaded
and tell me why or just get up and leave.”

“For thirteen million, Ma,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“For thirteen million.”

She gave him a cold stare, then she hauled off and smacked the shit out of him. “Thirteen million fuckin’ measly dollars!
You mean to tell me that’s all me, your kids and what we
had
was worth to you?” she screamed as she stood up. “You stupid son of a bitch! I hate you.”

“What do you mean, what we
had
? We still got it.”

“Get out, Trae.” She pushed him and he grabbed her. She tried to break away and they struggled, falling back onto the couch,
where he pinned her down.

“Get off of me and get out.” She was now crying.

“I’m not going anywhere. I admit, I fucked up. If I could, I’d go back and undo it. But at the time I was sure that was the
best thing to do, Tasha. We got all of this money and it needed to be cleaned up. And that’s all I was concerned with. It
was business only. I swear, Tasha.”

“Don’t swear, Trae.”

“Tasha, I’m swearing on Shaheem’s grave. C’mon, baby. Can’t you forgive me at least one time? I fucked up and I’m sorry. Forgive
me baby.” He kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tight.

“Get off of me, Trae.” She tried to fight him off of her.

“Forgive me.” He kissed her again. “Please.”

“I can’t believe you did that. Sold us out for thirteen million measly dollars.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I admit that I fucked up but I thought it was the best thing to do at that time.”

“Fuck a bitch was the best thing to do?”

“To get the second deal through. That’s what she wanted.”

“Second deal?”

“Yeah, for eight mil.” He wouldn’t dare tell her that he had lost eight mil.

“What, next it will be one mil? Then a thousand? I swear, I should have killed that ho.”

“You did enough, Tasha. I can’t have my wife sitting on death row.”

“It would have been the best thing to do at the time,” she mocked him. He bit down on her cheek. “Owww. Shit! Trae, that hurts,”
she gritted.

“Don’t be smart,” he warned her.

“Get off me, Trae.”

“You gonna forgive me?” He bit down on her cheek once again. This time harder.

“Owww. Okay. Okay. Please. I forgive you.”

He released his teeth and looked down at his handiwork. Tasha breathed a sigh of relief as she rubbed her cheek.

“Why do you keep hurting me, Trae?”

“Stop talking crazy, Tasha.” He kissed her on the lips.

“I’m not talking crazy and let me up.”

“Yes you are. Give me a kiss first.”

“No,” she spat. “Let me up.”

“Not until you give me a kiss. I mean that shit. We can lay here all day.” She reluctantly pecked him on the lips. “Naw, a
real kiss. Kiss Daddy the way he likes to be kissed.”

She obeyed and did just that. “Now get off of me.”

“Mmmm. That’s what I’m talking about. Give me another one.” Next thing you know Trae had spread those legs and was all up
in the pussy once again. After she came he turned her over and hit it from the back, causing her to get two more orgasms.
By the time he turned her loose she was dizzy, and had forgotten why she was mad at him.