Thug Lovin' (31 page)

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 robbed 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.

“Give me some head, Kyron.” What she really wanted was some dick. But Kyron’s was forbidden. She was serious when she said
they could play. That’s as far as it could go. She leaned back, spread her legs, and closed her eyes. Instead of some tongue
action, Kyron had plunged his dick into her hot and aching pussy.

Tasha’s eyes flew open, her heart fluttered as Kyron grabbed one of her legs, put it over his shoulder and then…

Footsteps began charging down the steps.

“Yo, man of the hour! It’s time to bounce. Kaylin said for us to leave now. He is gonna meet us at the club later on,” the
intruder yelled out as he was making his way down into the basement.

Kyron hurriedly pulled out of her, pulled her up and off the pool table, and then put his dick in his pants.

Tasha practically ran past and knocked over the two dudes who were now in the basement. She ran all the way upstairs to her
bedroom and slammed the door. When she turned around Trina was standing there grinning, holding Tasha’s coat up.

“Let’s go, Sis. Time to party. We are riding in Kendra’s car.”

All the way to the club, Tasha was in a daze.
Forbidden. Here I am fucking a nigga without a rubber. All I wanted was some head,
she repeated to herself over and over.

“What is the matter with you?” Trina asked her.

Tasha only shook her head.

While at the club, Tasha’s body was there but her mind was stuck on stupid. It was awkward because she tried to avoid Kyron
and was feeling that everyone knew that she was creeping around with him. Because she was paranoid and not having a good time
she was ready to go. After a couple of hours Kendra came and got her.

“Grab your coat. Kyron is waiting for you upstairs.”

The club had three floors. The second floor was for the reggae heads, the third floor was for the hip-hoppers, and Kyron’s
party was on the first floor where the house music was booming.

Kyron was waiting by the coat check. His fur was over his arm and he motioned for Tasha to take off hers. She did and handed
it to him. When she turned around Kendra was gone.

“Shouldn’t you be downstairs at your party?” Tasha asked as he checked their coats.

“I want to party with you a little bit,” he said as he grabbed her by the wrist and began leading her to the other side of
the dance floor. The sultry reggae music had everyone up close, bumping and grinding.

Kyron made it all the way over to the corner, where he pulled Tasha up close and they began to dance. Bumping and grinding
and exchanging kisses, that was only meant for couples in love.

“What if somebody sees us?” Tasha moaned as she rocked her hips to the beat and over his hard-on. His back was now up against
the wall. Both hands slid up her thighs, up under her dress. He slid her thong to the side and when his fingers ran across
her clit, she dug her fingers into his shoulder and with the other hand she ran her fingers through his low-cut curly hair.
Her eyes were closed and her head fell back as he played with her clit and stuck his fingers in and out of her pussy. The
harder she dug her fingers into his shoulder the more skillfully he worked her pussy, bringing her to the brink of coming.
He then came to a sudden stop.

Her eyes popped open! She was no longer rubbing his curly head, and the hand that had been digging into his shoulder was now
grabbing the front of his shirt.

“You see somebody?” He shook his head. “Then why did you stop?” She sounded desperate.

“Let’s get our coats.”

“What?” she snapped, her mouth hanging open and pussy soaking wet.

“C’mon.” He grabbed her and they went to get their coats. Other than a quick phone call he didn’t say anything as he helped
her put on her fur and led her outside and around the corner to a side street. They sat on the back of Kendrick’s Beamer.
He pulled her hood up over her head and did the same for himself. He pulled her close and they began to kiss, his hands all
over her body.

“We fuckin’ later on?” he whispered into her ear.

“Umm-um,” she moaned. “No, Kyron.”

He lifted her up, her knees straddling both of his thighs. He wasted no time fingering her pussy, putting her at the verge
of coming. He pulled his dick out and began rubbing the head over her clit. When she started coming he plunged inside her.
Shocked, she began trying to get off the dick, pushing and scratching him, which did no good. He held her firmly in place
on his dick.

“No, Kyron. This is rape,” she groaned as he began hitting her spot. “Oh, God. My spot.”

Just then Kendra pulled up beside them. Her window came down. “Sorry to interrupt y’all’s little party but they need Tasha
at the house to watch the baby.”

They both ignored her and continued to fuck.

“Y’all heard me? Anyway, Kaylin said he’s been calling you, Kyron.”

“Get rid of her.” Tasha began sucking on his neck.

“I thought you said this was rape.” He smirked, then told Kendra, “Drive around the block. Then you can take Tasha to the
house.”

Kendra sped off and Tasha rode his pole, busting a nut right before Kyron busted his. A satisfied Kyron stuck his dick back
into his sweats and helped Tasha down. He smoothed his hands over her dress and up her coat.

“You know that you were only a fuck, right?” Tasha asked him.

“Oh really?” He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

“A revenge fuck.”

“We’ll see about that.” Kendra pulled up right on cue. Kyron opened the passenger door for Tasha. She got in and they pulled
off.

K
endra pulled up into Kaylin’s driveway, dropped Tasha off and left. Before Tasha could stick her key in the lock Angel opened
the door with a crazy look on her face.

“Girl, I did not know that he was here,” Angel whispered, then said out loud, “Jahara is already sleeping. She should be out
for the rest of the night. Come on, Kaylin.” Angel put her fingers up to her ear to say
call me
.

“Thanks, baby girl,” Kaylin said, then kissed Tasha on the cheek, and just that quickly they were headed out to Kyron’s homecoming
party at the club.

Tasha’s eyes adjusted to the dim lights. Her heart fell to her feet when she saw Trae sitting on the couch with his coat still
on and his legs crossed. She took a deep breath, tried to act nonchalant and as if he wasn’t there and headed straight for
the stairs.

“Tasha, come here,” Trae barked.

She froze in place, right there on the fourth step. There was no doubt in her mind from the tone of his voice that he was
not playing.

“I need to use the bathroom, Trae.” She tried to use that as an excuse to get upstairs and buy some time.

Trae turned on the lamp and got up and headed toward the stairs. He made note of the fur coat she had on as she rushed up
the stairs with him right at her heels. He wanted to tell her to get her ass back downstairs even if she had to piss on herself.
But since he was there in peace, he didn’t.

When she made it to the bedroom, she threw off her coat and flung it along with her purse across the bed before rushing into
the bathroom and locking the door.

“Shit.” She gritted as she noticed that her hands were shaking like leaves. She looked around the bathroom and noticed that
Angel had removed all of the towels and washcloths. And here she was standing there with no panties on and another nigga’s
come on her thighs.

Trae’s knocking on the door caused her to jump. “Tasha, come on out of there,” he demanded.

“Damn, can I at least use the bathroom?” She began balling a wad of toilet paper together, wetting it and then wiping between
her thighs and pussy.

Trae knocked on the door again. “Trae, wait a minute.” She tossed the wad into the toilet and flushed it. She stood in front
of the mirror, fixed her hair and her clothes. She took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door.

She looked at her husband, who was casually dressed in a black Coogi sweater, black slacks and a pair of soft crocodile shoes
that she’d bought him.

“I came in peace, Tasha. I just want us to get an understanding before you come back home.”

“Home? I’m staying here in New York. I told you, Trae, I want a divorce.” She stormed past him and headed back for the stairs.
She wanted to get out of the bedroom. They were too boxed in and if she needed to make a run for it, the bedroom was not the
place.

“Why are you talking crazy? I’m not giving you a divorce and you are not staying in New York.” He followed her back down the
stairs into the living room. She sat down on the La-Z-Boy, he sat on the sofa. He watched her as she crossed her legs and
folded her arms across her chest. “You are coming back home with me.”