Thug Lovin' (16 page)

“Don’t start drooling and what’s this?” She went toward the big package that was wrapped with a bright red bow.

“Hold up. Hold up, slow down. Don’t touch that yet.” He pulled up his camera. “Let me get a shot of this. Come stand in front
of me. All of this red is gettin’ my dick hard. Open up the trench coat for me.”

“No, I said don’t start drooling, you’re going to have to wait.”

“Oh, so it’s like that?”

“Yes it is.” She smiled at him.

Her hair was piled high on top of her head, curls dangling everywhere; she had on a red spaghetti-strap Versace dress under
the black Versace trench coat. The red stockings and red garter belt had her feeling very sexy. She twirled around for him,
spinning on the red stilettos. She handed him a red-and-white rose and turned around and gave him a kiss. “Can I open my other
gift now?” The red dust on her cheeks was shimmering.

“Who said it’s your gift?”

“Trae, stop playing.”

“Actually it’s mine. I bought it for me. I just want you to open it. But first come stand right here.” He pointed between
his legs. He was seated in the swing holding the camera. She did as she was told and stood there in front of him. “Can a nigga
get a shot of his pussy?” She raised her right leg and placed her foot on the bench. He moved the camera to the side, zooming
in on her garter belt and neatly shaved pussy. “Looka here,” he panted. “If this ain’t a work of art I don’t know what is.”

“Can I open
your
gift now?” Tasha asked as if she were bored.

“Hold up, Ma, can I get another minute?”

“Baby.”

“Go ahead, Tasha.”

“Oooh, goody,” she squealed as she took her leg down and went to untie the big red floppy ribbon. When she opened it up, she
frowned. “A picture?” She obviously was not thrilled.

“It’s not a picture, it’s a drawing, baby.”

Tasha snatched off all the paper and got a better look. “Baby, you didn’t.”

It was a drawing taken from a picture that he had taken of her one morning after he fucked her damn near into a coma. The
covers were sprawled across the bed and she was knocked out. Her hair lay across the pillows and she was sleeping peacefully.
It was one of Trae’s favorites.

“Who did this for you? How could they draw with so much detail?” Tasha was in complete awe over the drawing.

“I paid this college student to do it. You like it?”

“Oh my God. Look at me.”

“Do you like it?”

“Where are you going to put it?”

“Right over the bed.”

“I didn’t realize you liked this picture so much. I can’t believe how real it looks. This person has skills.”

“Do you like it?”

“Well, yeah. It’s just strange seeing a lifelike picture of yourself.” Tasha was getting all choked up.

“Baby, you are larger than life. Let me take it inside so we can get the rest of our evening under way.” He practically had
to pry it out of her hands before he winked at her and disappeared into the house.

When he came back onto the porch he eased up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, then whispered in her ear, “You
got something real nice planned for Daddy?”

“Real nice. You have no idea.”

“Aiight then, let’s go.”

“Let’s!”

They headed for the drop-top Beamer and drove to their presidential suite.

Trae led the way into the plush hotel suite. There were red, white, black and yellow rose petals everywhere. There were also
six-foot-tall white long-stem roses and candles throughout the room. This was one of their favorite suites so they were already
familiar with the suite itself. The living room had the bucket of ice with four bottles of Patrón.

“You are not getting drunk tonight so don’t even think about it,” Tasha warned him.

“After we fuck, I’ma do whatever I feel like.”

“The only thing you’re going to want to do is fall into a comatose sleep when I finish with you.”

Trae broke into a wide grin and rubbed his hands together. “That’s a bet. Don’t take off the coat yet. Let me make sure the
camera is set up in the bedroom and let me freshen up. You get the whipped cream and strawberries. Plus, I got a surprise
for you, look in the fridge and the freezer.”

“You ain’t got to tell me twice.” Tasha grinned. They both went happily on their separate ways.

Tasha skipped to the freezer, snatched it open and pulled out a long box with a ribbon. With trembling hands she lifted the
top and ran her fingers across the icy ankle bracelet that he had bought her when they first met. It had
TRAE
written in diamonds. Now he had had it upgraded, adding more diamonds. She started crying at the memories. They had been
on their way to Kaylin’s birthday party and it was also the night he had proposed to her.

Swiping the tears away, she opened the refrigerator and pulled out her favorite, chocolate-covered strawberries. She sat them
on the table and pulled out the whipped cream and a bowl of fresh fruit slices. On the counter was honey and a bowl of warm
chocolate syrup. When Trae came into the kitchen he caught Tasha crying as she fingered the diamonds on the ankle bracelet.
“You are such a crybaby.” He stood there holding the camera.

“Come here, baby.” She held open her arms for Trae. He put the camera down and held her close. “I love you so much,” she sobbed.

“I love you more,” he told her, loving every minute of it.

“Do you remember the day you put this bracelet on my ankle?”

“Of course I do. I even remember what you had on. I was sitting on the bed watching you get dressed.”

“You remember those days? Oh God, you made the magic.”

“Of course I do. Now stop crying and give me my gift.”

“It’s in the bedroom.”

“Where at?”

“You have to find it.”

“Oh, I see you got jokes.”

“What, you forgot? I am one not to be outdone.” She laughed through snivels.

“Oh, we’ll see about that. Meet me in the living room. I’ll be right back.”

“Happy hunting,” she teased.

She busied herself getting everything set up in the living room where the party was to get started. A phone rang but since
they had the same ring tone she wasn’t sure whose phone it was. She grabbed the one that was ringing since they were both
sitting on the coffee table.

“Hello.” There was silence. “Hello,” Tasha said again.

“I’m sorry, I was interrupted. Is Mr. Macklin available?”

Tasha was stunned.
Here this bitch is calling my husband on Valentine’s Day. I ought to— No, breathe. Be cool, Tasha. Breathe. Think with a level
head.

Tasha finally spoke. “Who is calling?”

“Charli. Charli Li, his attorney. Is this Mrs. Macklin?”

Tasha sat down on the plush sofa and crossed her legs. Trae must have found his present because she could hear him coming
back into the living room talking smack.

“Yo baby. I hate to give you the crown, but I think you got me this year.” He held up a small box that held a set of keys,
the manual to a Maybach and a Maybach umbrella and cupholder. “I can’t believe you did this shit. How much did it set you
back?” She was trying not to laugh because he looked as if he was trying not to cry. He had wanted that car for almost a year
now but had kept putting it off. “What nigga you know gets a Maybach for Valentine’s?” He leaned over and gave her a kiss
on the lips. “I love you, baby. But, yo, this shit here looks gay. I’m not feeling this.” He held up the cell phone.

“I knew you would say that. So I’m going to keep that for myself. That’s mines. Give it to me.” She held out one hand to claim
the cell phone and the other one to pass him his. She had bought him—well, actually her—a GoldVish diamond-studded mobile
phone. She wasn’t planning on telling him how much it had cost.

“Fuck that little shit. This is the real deal!” He was now thumbing through the manual and cheesing from ear to ear. “When
do we go pick it up?”

“Sit down and take this call, Trae.”

“Who is it, baby? Damn, it’s Valentine’s Day. When can I go pick up my car?”

“That’s what I said. It’s Valentine’s Day. And at this rate I may cancel the fuckin’ car.”

“Are the kids okay?” He took the phone. “You ain’t canceling shit. Why you trippin’?”

“The kids are fine.”

“What up?” Trae spoke into the receiver. He looked over at Tasha and frowned. She folded her arms across her chest and had
her eyes glued on him. He listened attentively for a couple of minutes, then said, “Cool. Give Benny a call.” He ended the
call and turned his phone off.

“Your phone is on, right?”

Tasha looked at him, not bothering to respond.

“Don’t look at me like that, Tasha. That was big business right there.”

“I can’t tell. Why the bitch keep blowing up your cell phone and buying you gifts and shit, Trae? Hell, it’s Valentine’s Day
and the bitch calling you as if you owe her something.”

“Tasha, I told you, that was business. She about her money and don’t care if it was Christmas. But fuck her. Let’s move on
with our evening.” He rubbed his hands together.

Tasha laughed and shook her head in disbelief.

“Tasha, let it go, man. Fuck her. Stop the insecure shit. I told you that ain’t you.”

“Insecure? Nigga, please. Having gut instincts is not insecure. You taught me that, remember?”

“Yes, you are acting insecure. I told you I ain’t fuckin’ the bitch, so what the fuck? You want me to stop getting money with
the broad?” he yelled.

She could see that Trae was pissed off. But hell, so was she. They sat across from one another staring each other down and
not saying a word.

“Come here, Tasha. I didn’t mean to raise my voice like that. I’m sorry, baby.” He made an attempt at bringing the peace back
into the room. “Tasha, come here baby. Please? So what now? You gonna let a phone call disturb our groove? Fuck her, Tasha.
Now come here. And I’m not going to ask you again.” He glared at her. She sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, and stood up.
He eased up to the edge of the sofa as she slowly made her way over to him and stood in front of him. He began rubbing the
outside of her thighs before sliding his hands over her ass cheeks. She didn’t have any panties on under the dress.

“See.” He massaged and squeezed her ass. “This is what I’m talking about. You gonna let that bitch stop you from enjoying
a good fuck from your husband that worships the ground you walk on? Drop that trench coat so I can see what you been hiding
all night, with your fine ass.”

“Since you can’t seem to take care of that bitch, I will, Trae.”

“Tasha, I’m not telling you again, later for her!” he spat. “Let’s enjoy our evening. Now open this coat.”

“Take your hands off my ass.”

“This ass belongs to Daddy.”

“Well take your hands off of Daddy’s ass.” He let go and she stood back and untied the trench coat and let it fall to the
floor. She took off the Versace dress and slowly twirled around for him.

He was speechless. She had on the sexiest set of lingerie he had ever seen. Tasha had gone to La Perla and had them alter
a $750 corset that was made of lace and fishnet. They cut out the nipples and the crotch. The bloodred color accented Tasha’s
cocoa brown complexion perfectly. She bent over seductively and spread her legs and gave him a shot at her pussy.

Trae threw his hands up. “You outdid yourself this year, baby.”

She went over to him, leaned over and kissed him nice and soft on the lips. “Oh, it ain’t over yet.”

“Baby, stick a fork in me. I’m done. Ain’t shit else you can do. Take off the lingerie.” She did as she was told and was standing
there in front of him with only the heels, stockings, and garter belt on.

“You like?”

“Like?” He unzipped his pants and out sprung a long hard dick. “Ask him if he likes what he sees.”

Tasha smiled as she watched him stroke his joint. Veins were popping everywhere. “C’mon baby, let’s go to the bedroom. I’m
ready to talk to that guy. I think he has something to tell me,” she purred.

“He got something to tell you all right.” Trae stood up and got behind Tasha. He slipped one hand around her waist and the
other hand began playing with her nipple as he led her to the bedroom. Since the camera was rolling he led her to the chair
and bent her over, spreading her legs.

“Baby, I wanted to suck your dick first,” she cooed.

“In a minute. I gotta get up in this tight pussy first.”

She looked back at him, pouted her lips and clapped her ass cheeks together, which made him want to do some damage. He spread
those cheeks and put his dick all the way in.

“Ooooh, Daddy,” Tasha moaned as the dick banged at her walls. “I’ma be a good girl for now on.” She spread her legs wider
and was throwing the pussy at him.

“See what you would have missed out on?” Trae was stroking long and deep, watching his dick appear and then disappear into
the pussy.

“Oh, Daddy,” she groaned, “that’s… Oh…” She squeezed her eyes tight.

“Your spot?” Trae banged harder.

“My spot,” she squealed. “Oh, yes, fuck me, baby. Oh, oh, shit. Oh, God, right there, that feels so good,” she groaned before
her legs began to tremble and she was skeetin’ nonstop.

Trae slowly pulled out while watching her body twitch and was proud of his handiwork. He slapped her ass real hard. “C’mon,
let me eat some pussy.” He stood her up.

“Wait baby,” she gasped, “that was a quick one but a good one.”

“Naw, ain’t no waiting, come on,” he teased while planting soft kisses on her neck and reaching around to play in her pussy.

“I love you, baby.” She moved his hand, wanting her pussy to settle down a little bit.

“You think you slick, don’t you?”

“Shut up, boy. Let me get my bearings straight first. Lay down on your back.” She wiggled away from him.

Tasha snatched up the hotel robe.

“Where are you going?”

“To get the whipped cream, my strawberries, the chocolate syrup, some ice and the bowl of fruit. Is that all right?”

“Just hurry back.”

“I got you, Daddy.” She floated away on a cloud.