Money-Makin' Mamas (17 page)

“What?” she said in a nasty tone.

“Listen. I apologize for—”

“No need. I'm busy and I'll see you whenever you get home. Bye.”

She hung up the phone. I was upset, but I figured we would deal with the situation when I got back. For now, I pushed the drama with my sister to the back of my mind and decided to do something special for my man.

After making my salad, I went to Marc's bedroom and sat on the bed. I ate my food, and since I hadn't had any sleep, I lay across the bed and shut my eyes. It felt like I had been asleep for several hours, and when I woke up, I felt soft pecks on my legs. I looked at Marc dressed in a white crisp shirt, black slacks, and a multicolored tie. His suit jacket was thrown on the bed and his watch was next to it. The waves in his hair were flowing tough and his face was shaved clean with a little hair left on his chin. His skin was as chocolate as mine and smooth.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he said. “How long have you been asleep?”

I stretched my arms then sat up on the bed. “Too long, I guess. What time is it?”

“Almost four o'clock. Sorry I'm late, but my meeting ran longer than expected.”

“It's okay. I needed the rest anyway.”

Marc stood up and started to remove his clothes. I watched his sexy, near perfect body that was muscular and covered with a few tattoos on his chest. Years ago, Marc was a boxer who was on his way up. Everything went downhill after that, when he went to prison for selling drugs. When he got out, he decided to change his life around and do the right thing. I appreciated that. If anything, I needed a man who could be an inspiration for me.

Marc lay on top of me. I opened my legs wide, inviting him in. I still had on my pajama shirt, but there was nothing underneath it. We shared an intense kiss, before he started to take bite marks down my neck.

“You smell delicious,” he said. “Mmmm. I can't wait to taste you.”

I was pretty damn eager for him to get busy too. It had been a minute since I'd had sex with anyone. Throughout my life, I'd only had three sex partners. I was always reluctant to give the goodies to just anybody.

Marc started to unbutton my pajama shirt. My breasts escaped from it and he started to suck them. He massaged them in a circular motion, lightly pressing them together. I was on fire as his tongue turned circles on my nipples and my pussy was already tingling. I was sure that Marc could feel the beat of it, thumping against his hard dick that was on the verge of pushing into me.

But he didn't go there just yet. He pressed his thick lips down to my belly button and stopped to suck it. I giggled because it tickled then I pushed his head down to go lower. He did, but before diving in, he stretched my pussy lips apart to expose my cherry drop that peeked at him through my slit. He hung his tongue over it and allowed a few drips of his saliva to cool it down and wet it.

It appeared wet enough for him, so he dove right in. His curled tongue and fingers were in action at the same time, causing me to tighten my fists and curl my toes from the intense feeling that was breaking me down, minute by minute.

“You know you my nigga, don't you?” I said. “Get that shit, baby, do that shit real good. I promise I'm gon' take care of you like you allllways take care of me!”

Marc took care of me so well that I quickly squirted his face with my juices. He didn't even let me go down on him, and before I could do anything, he put his overly thick dick inside of me. Marc was so thick that he filled my pussy to capacity. I could stretch no farther and every inch of my slippery walls were touched by his heavy meat.

“You feel wet, warm, and sticky, Chyna,” he said while on his knees and watching his dick glide in and out of me.

I was on my elbows watching it too. His dick entering me was a pretty sight. The look of it was even better than the feel of it. I eventually had to close my eyes, so I wouldn't come so quickly again.

Marc had had enough of watching his performance. He poured my chocolate legs over his shoulders then pushed my legs close to my chest. His hips turned in slow, rhythmic, deep circles, and when he sped up the pace, I knew it was time to let the fucking begin. His body slapped against mine, so hard that you could hear the smacking sound echo in the room. I threw that shit back to him and we seemed to be in a battle over who could fuck who the best.

As horny as I was, I was starting to win. Marc couldn't keep up with my fast pace. He fell back on the bed, looking defeated. I straddled him and wore his ass out. Rode him tough, only like his Chyna doll could do. I moved over to the edge of the bed and used the floor for leverage as I rocked the squeaking bed. The headboard slammed into the wall. My body began to drip with sweat and so did his. My pussy started to hurt, but I kept on going. His hands were squeezed into my hips, trying to slow me down, but I wasn't having it.

“Fuck me, ma,” he shouted. “Girl, fuck this dick like you own this muthafucka! Show daddy how much more I can get out of this pussy. You haven't given it all to me yet, have you?”

Like hell I hadn't, but I was surely about to give him more. I picked up the pace and made my pussy throb like a heartbeat, squeezing it tight then releasing it. Each time, Marc's body jerked. I could feel his dick thumping too, and minutes later, he sucked in his bottom lip and bit it. He lifted the upper part of his body from the bed and his grip on my hips got tighter.

“Yooou, you got me, ma. That pussy got me! Daaaamn!”

No question, it did. A flood of his juices swam inside of me. In an effort to get mine, I crawled up to his face and let him go to work again. It didn't take long for me to cover his lips with heavy cream. After that, we were spent. I lay next to him in bed. Both of our chests heaved in and out.

“Why . . . why you wear my ass out like that?” Marc said while softly rubbing his chest. “Yo' ass is bad, Chyna. You were horny as fuck!”

“Yes, I was. And I'm still horny. We need to make up for some of this lost time, don't we?”

“You ain't said nothing but a word and we will continue. Right now, though, I got something that I want to give you.”

Marc got out of bed and went into his closet. I had the pleasure of seeing his nice ass that I loved to grip and his limp dick that was still meaty, even if he wasn't hard. I turned on my stomach and laid my head on my crossed arms.

I wondered what Marc had gotten for me now. He'd had a habit of always buying me nice things. This time, whatever it was, was behind his back. I watched as he walked over and kneeled down in front of me. He moved several of my long braids away from my eyes and placed the strands behind my ears so I could see.

“I need you,” Marc confessed. “And every day that you're away from me, I'm miserable and I feel lost. We've been together long enough for me to recognize some things. And that is, Miss Chyna Douglas, that I want you to become Mrs. Chyna Wilson real soon. Set the date; tell me when I need to be there and I will.”

My breathing had already halted. My eyes were bugged, and I kept blinking away the tears. I couldn't believe that Marc had asked me to marry him until he brought forth a black suede box from behind him and flipped it open. I was blinded by the sparkling diamond that had to be the most beautiful piece of jewelry I'd ever seen.

“You ain't saying nothing, so I'm a little worried,” Marc said.

I still hadn't said anything because the first thing that came to mind was Mama and my sisters. Yes, I wanted this so badly and there was no doubt about it that I loved Marc. But was this the right timing? Was this the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with? I knew that he was, but I kept telling myself that he wasn't. Why? Because I figured that no one would approve of this. Not one single person, but this wasn't about them anymore. It was about me being happy. I deserved it. I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by.

I leaped off the bed and threw my arms around Marc's neck. I playfully kissed his cheeks then his lips, shouting, “Yes! Hell, yes, I will marry you! I love you, man, damn I love you!”

“I love you too.” He laughed. “But yo' ass is heavy. You ain't pregnant, are you?”

“Not yet, but by the time I leave here, maybe I will be.”

I surely didn't lie about that. We had fucked our way into early Sunday morning. I was supposed to leave sometime this afternoon, but I found it so hard to depart from him. I kept gazing at the ring on my finger and thinking about planning our wedding. I wanted to share the good news with everybody, but I had to tell Mama first.

When I picked up my cell phone and turned it back on, I had several missed messages. Three of them were from Karrine, telling me that it was urgent and I needed to call home. Two calls were from Mama, and when I called her, she picked up right away.

“I'm just returnin' your call,” I said. “How's Vegas?”

She hesitated to speak up, but finally did. “Where are you?”

“I'm at a friend's house.”

“Who?”

“Marc's house. He lives in St. Louis.”

“And why are you in St. Louis when I told you to stay with your sisters, just in case the police came back to the house?”

“Because I'm grown and grown people make decisions to do what they want to do. I don't want to argue with you about this, Mama, and as a matter of fact, I was callin' to share some good news with you. Marc and me been seein' each other for a while. He asked me to marry him. I said yes, and I'm real excited about becomin' his wife.”

“Yes!” Mama shouted. “Girl, I just hit the jackpot on this machine! I'll call you back!”

She ended the call. I wasn't sure if she'd heard me. I was a little bothered, but, no matter what, Mama would have to get with the program because this marriage was definitely going down.

Marc left about seven o'clock that morning and said that he'd be back around three. A client of his came from out of town to see one of his properties and he was anxious to sell it to him. He was also hopeful that they would be able to close on the deal today. He asked me to stay around so we could have a late dinner to celebrate before I left. I was thinking about leaving tomorrow, but for now, that was just a thought.

While sitting on the couch with my legs tucked underneath me, I called Karrine, but got no answer. I called Simone too. She didn't answer either. When I called the home phone, it went straight to voicemail. There were times when no one would answer their phones, but with Karrine saying that things were urgent, I kept calling her back.

After my fourth call, a man answered her phone. “May I speak to Karrine?”

“Who is this?” he asked.

“No, the question is who is this?”

“This is Honey. Is this Chyna?”

“Yeah, but what are you doin' with my sister's phone?”

“I don't have her phone, but since you kept calling back I answered it. She's asleep right now. I'll tell her that you called.”

“Make sure you do. She said something was urgent, so I need to holla at her soon.”

“I'll see if I can wake her. If not, you'll hear from her whenever.”

I didn't have time for games, so I ended the call and left it there. Karrine was playing with fire. I wasn't going to interfere with her relationship with Honey, but that was a real dangerous move.

Five minutes later, Karrine called back. “I was trying to call and tell you that Simone got locked up and Mama is home. Why haven't you been answerin' your phone?”

My brows shot up. I couldn't believe what she'd said. “Wha . . . Wait a minute. I just spoke to Mama. She's still in Vegas. Why is Simone in jail? What happened?”

“I told you the police were there. They came to tell y'all that the stories checked out okay. Then they started to question us about Reno's murder, and Simone's mouth got her in trouble. The police officers kept tryin' to pump information from us, and Simone went off on them. She reached out and scratched one of their faces and she got locked up. I couldn't reach you, so I had to call Mama to come deal with the situation. I'm tired of this foolishness, Chyna. I'm sick of Mama yellin' and screamin' at me like this is all my fault.”

“She yells and screams at all of us. You just take it more personal than we do. But when I just talked to her, she told me that she'd just won a jackpot while still in Vegas. I don't know why she would lie to me, but oh well. Where is Simone at now?”

“She's at home. Mama got her out of jail, but she probably lied to you because she was upset with you for leavin'.”

“She'll get over it. I'll be home later today or early tomorrow. I have some good news to share, but I'm not tellin' you just yet. As for you, what are you doin' with Honey?”

“Nothin'. I just came over here to talk to him. I couldn't reach you, Simone was in jail, and I really needed somebody to talk to. Honey has always been a good listener.”

“That's cool. Don't do nothin' that I wouldn't do, and I'll see you soon. Peace, girl, be good.”

“You too.”

Right after I got off the phone with Karrine, I started to clean up the mess Marc and I had made around his loft. I tidied the kitchen and cleaned the bathroom. Once I was done, I started to watch TV, but faded because nothing was on and I was bored.

Several hours later, I heard a hard knock on the door. I squinted to look at the clock. It was almost two o'clock. I rushed to put on Marc's robe to cover up then made my way to the door.

“Who is it?” I asked.

The person on the other side didn't answer. I looked through the peephole and my heart dropped to my stomach. Mama was at the door, puffing on a cigarette. I was shocked that she knew where Marc lived, but ready to confront her, I released a deep sigh then opened the door.