Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs) (14 page)

He leaned over in the back to get his Timbs. He winked at Angel and put them on. “You know we could have stayed in the restaurant until the rain stopped?” They both burst into laughter.

“Duh. I know. But this was too much fun. You want to run back inside?” She joked.

“Only if you carry me this time.”

“Whatever nigga. What are you trying to insinuate?”

He shrugged. “It is what it is.” Then he leaned over to get him a kiss. Before they got too carried away, she gently broke away.

“You a’ight?” he asked.

“I’m fine. How about you?”

“I couldn’t be better,” he said, turning on the Sade CD. They both sat and watched the rain as it fell. “You might as well spend the night. We’re wet, the weather is bad, and plus it’s getting late.”

“It’s not late Kaylin.”

“Too late for me to take you home,” he said, reaching over and trying to pull her onto his lap.

She resisted. “I’m not sleeping with you tonight. We’re not gonna fuck,” her voice rising.

“I know how to keep my dick in my pants. My hands, lips, and tongue, I have a problem controlling them,” he admitted. She was looking at him.

“Don’t worry. Separate bedrooms and separate bathrooms. I got you.” He assured her.

At Neiman Marcus, Angel got a suit, silk pajamas, stockings, underwear, slippers, and some perfume that Kaylin shelled out $2,100 for.

Kay’s three-bedroom house was located in northern Manhattan. They arrived there a little after 9:30. She noticed a Mercedes station wagon when they pulled up.

“I see that you’re a Mercedes man.”

“That I am.”

“What’s with the station wagon?”

“I use that when I got my son and my nephews.”

“How cute!”

He let Angel inside while he brought the bags in. She was checking the place out. When he finally came in she said, “Kay, this is beautiful. You had it built from the ground up? It looks like something out of Architectural Digest.”

“Nah, it was in pretty good condition when I got it. I just had it remodeled. It’s actually been in the family a long time.”

“It’s nice. I bet the women love coming here.”

“Now why you gotta go there Red?”

She laughed. “That slipped.”

“I see how you’re thinking. Let me set the record straight. This is Kay’s sanctum. I gotta really be diggin’ a female to bring her to my hideout. You’ll notice that my phone won’t even ring. I use my pager or my cell phone. You gotta be the shit to get up in here and get my home number.”

“I don’t have your home number,” she interjected. He took the pen and pad off the counter and quickly scribbled his number on it for her. “Oh, am I supposed to feel special now?” she asked.

“I think you already do,” he said, undressing her with his eyes. Angel smiled. “Which bedroom is for special me?”

“Any one you want. Make yourself at home.”

“I’ll take the one with the black and peach bathroom. I can’t wait to soak in that huge bathtub.”

“Knock yourself out.”

When Angel came downstairs almost two hours later Kay had a boxing match on the big screen and had turned off the sound. The CD player was also playing real low as Kay, wearing a wife-beater cut in half, talked on his cell phone. He could see her watching him, her eyes straying from his hard, cut abs to his big, muscular arms. She could see the outline of his dick grow through his loose, gray sweats. She then did a double take, running her fingers through her hair. They made eye contact and smiled at each other. This is not going to be easy.

She went to the kitchen, looked in the refrigerator, and helped herself to a plum and some bottled water. After making herself comfortable in the Laz-E-Boy, she noticed that a bottle of Cristal on ice, two glasses, a blunt, two joints, and some napkins were sitting on a tray. Very smooth, she thought to herself. She went over to the CD player when she heard what was playing. “This is that Mary and JadaKiss joint. I haven’t heard this in a while,” she said, turning it up a little. She was anxious to feel Mary’s voice stir her soul.

“This whole CD is bumpin’.”

“Sit over here,” Kay said, patting the spot on the sofa next to him. She sat down, bobbing her head to the joint called Sexy. He could see that she wore nothing under those silk pajamas.

“You straight?” Kay asked her. She nodded yes.

“I thought you got lost up there,” he said.

She smiled. “Nah, I was taking my time. I took a nice, long, soothing bath and got everything ready for tomorrow. I even washed my hair.”

“I see. You smell real sweet,” he said, kissing her neck. “I’m glad you decided to come over.”

“Are you?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I like your company. You got a nice vibe going for yourself.”

“Oh, do I?”

“Yup,” he answered.

“Well, I’m just waiting to see what you got planned for me. I know it’s something,” she said, looking him in the eyes.

“Nah. I don’t have anything planned. I just want you to make yourself comfortable, that’s all.”

He stood up, pulling her with him. Mary’s cut, I’m in Love, was playing. He wrapped his arms around her waist; he wanted to slow dance.

“You didn’t tell me we were having a party,” she said, placing her arms around his neck.

“I should have known you were up to something.”

“You didn’t ask,” he said, grabbing her booty with both hands and putting her right on his dick.

“This is not supposed to feel this good,” she purred as she closed her eyes.

“Yes, it is,” he whispered in her ear. She could feel his dick getting harder. He caressed her ass as his grinds were beginning to work her pussy. When she looked up at him he slipped his tongue in her mouth. After the next song went off he turned her around, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck.

Angel’s body was on fire. She was melting in his big arms, which felt so good to her. He began caressing her breasts with his left hand. With his right hand he took hers and slowly guided two of her fingers between her thighs, running them up and down her clit.

“See how wet you are,” he whispered in her ear, “and you talkin’ ’bout I can’t get none.” He moved her fingers and one of his own inside her.

“Mmm, you are so freaky,” she moaned. He eased them out and moved them over her clit, making circular motions until it started swelling. He turned her around and put her two fingers in his mouth, sucking them as she nibbled on his earlobe and up and down his neck. He grabbed her booty and was moving her so that she was once again grinding on his dick. She kissed him lightly on the lips. “That feels so good,” she said. “What are you trying to do to me?” she moaned under her breath.

He slid his hands off her booty and started unbuttoning her pajama top. She was pressing her fingertips in his back, sliding them up and down. “Why are you teasing me?” she moaned

through heavy breathing. He now had her pajama top open and was playing with her nipples. “Kaylin!”

“I’m not teasin’ you. I just need your undivided attention. I’m just curious to know why you wanted to get with me but then when I come you try to act like ain’t nothin’ up. What’s up with that?”

“Don’t make me tell you why. Plus, you don’t want to know.” Her hands were exploring his chest, shoulders, arms and back.

“Yes, I do,” he said, kissing her. “Now tell me.”

“When I first saw you, I just wanted to meet you, you know, just kick it. Or I should say I just wanted to fuck with you. Nothin’ serious, just lust. I didn’t even know you were Trae’s dawg.”

“I see. So you were just playin’ with a brotha.”

“Why are you trying to sound all shocked. Y’all do the same shit. I just wanted to play with a playa. But the more time we spent around each other the more I started diggin’ you. Then I began to get a little nervous so I decided to slow my roll. You sorta caught me off guard.”

“What about now? You still playin’ with a brotha?”

“No, I wouldn’t be here if I was. Trust me your ass would have driven me home in the storm. For me, it’s getting serious. That’s why I want to take it slow. I’m trying to read you to see if you’re ready to get serious about anybody meaning me because I would have to have you all to myself.”

“You’re not just anybody. I told you a while back I wanted to be your man.”

“All y’all niggas know what to say when y’all are trying to get something. So I wasn’t paying any attention to those words.”

“Well, why wouldn’t I want to get serious about you? I’m dig-gin’ the hell out of you. You’re a good girl. You’re fine, smart, driven, and independent, not a gold digger. You’re a little stuck up, but I can handle that. You want me to continue?”

“Please do.”

And let’s not forget that first impression you gave me.” “Mmmm.” She moaned at the thought. “My instincts were right. Those kisses ... I’ll never forget those.”

“You ain’t a ho. I like the way you call me Kaylin. I can’t wait to make love to you real good,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Really? I bet you make real good love to all those other fe-males you got blowing up your pager and cell.”

“No, can’t say that I do.”

“Kaylin please don’t insult my intelligence.”

“I don’t; I just fuck them. There is a difference.”

“Trifling. That sounds like you think we ain’t shit, just a fuck.”

“That’s what most of y’all say y’all want. Not all, but most.

Tell me you didn’t want to fuck me when you first saw me.”

“Nigga I did not want to fuck you at first sight!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I didn’t.” She punched his arm. I just told you I wanted to see what you were about first! And second, I wanted to kiss you and then after we kissed you had it like that, that’s when I wanted to fuck.

“See. What I tell you!” He teased.

“Kaylin that was after the fact. Not on first sight.”

“Same thing.”

“No it’s not.” She had to laugh.

Angel shook her head in disbelief at that statement.

“Tell me your definition of fucking versus making love.”

“Simple. When I fuck a female, the only goal for me is to ride it until I’m tired of it and then bust a nut. Making love is more mental than it is physical. When I make love, that shit has mean-ing. When you make love to your woman it takes skill. Every kiss, touch, feel, hug, stroke means something when it’s your other half. I can take my time and make sure my woman is satisfied before busting a nut, but I gotta rock her world.”

“I see. So Kaylin, tell me the last time you made love?” “With my son’s mama ... when he was about two months old. That was the last time.”

“How old is he now?”

“He’ll be two in December.”

“What’s his name?”

“Malik.”

“That’s cute. And the mom?”

“She ain’t nobody you got to worry about.”

“I would hope not.”

“It’s been over between us for almost a year and a half.”

“So you mean to tell me you’ve been fuckin’ around all this time?”

“Yeah, I guess so if you want to look at it like that.”

“That is so trifling.”

“It’s all part of the game. You see how we’re always on the go. I wasn’t trying to get a relationship going like that. If I had run across somebody that I wanted to lock down then it would have been another story. Females like you be hidin’ from a nigga.”

“That’s because we’re somewhere handling our business.”

“I’ve slowed down a lot in the last two months, especially since you had me using my free time chasing you.”

“You didn’t have to chase me.”

“A nigga’s gotta do what a nigga’s got to do. So when was the last time you made love?”

“About eleven months ago.”

“When was the last time you got fucked?”

“Angel doesn’t get fucked. I pick niggas that will make love to me.”

“I feel you. Is that why I haven’t been blessed to hit it yet? You think I just wanna fuck you?”

“I’m not sure. I’m still checking you out. What’s the rush?”

“What’s the rush? The rush is I’m really diggin’ you. I ain’t gonna front. I love me some pussy. I love gettin’ up in it. I love the way it smells, the way it tastes, the way it sings when it’s juicy, the way”

“Okay, Okay I get the picture Kaylin.” Angel was laughing at him.

I’m a pussy fiend. I can’t help being anxious and impatient.” He poured them both a glass of Cristal and lit his blunt. Angel took a few sips. They sat in silence while R. Kelly crooned through the speakers, neither of them paying attention. They were both in deep thought until he began massaging her shoulders.

“You’re a little tense, ma.” She closed her eyes, not saying a word, as he massaged her shoulders for a good ten minutes.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, finally breaking her train of thought.

“Why?”

“Because I want to know.”

“Just some things we females think about when we get our-selves in situations like this.”

“You wanna be more specific?”

She sat in silence for a few more minutes.

“Where are your CDs? I keep hearing this song in my head.”

“Slide that door back,” he said, pointing to the entertainment center. She got up and thumbed through the CDs until she came across The Heat by Toni Braxton. She pressed play, and sat back down.

“Please continue. That felt good,” she said, closing her eyes. They listened to the song Maybe in silence as he massaged her shoulders and neck more.

Females. Kaylin told himself. He knew Angel wanted him to listen to the words of the song. There was a message for him. The only thing interfering was Toni singing faster than Twista rapped. But overall he was able to pick up some key sentences. He watched her point the remote and hit repeat. Toni was hinting to Angel to think about it and maybe even slow her roll. Fuck that! Kay said to himself.

“Red.” He continued to knead the kinks out of her neck and shoulders.

“Hmmm.” she moaned. “Don’t stop, Kaylin.”

“Are you listening to me ma?”

“Mmmm.” she moaned again. “I’m listening.”

Kaylin began to interpret Toni’s lyrics. “You’re wondering if a brother can be true. Yes I can. Will I make you hot, hit your spot and love you a lot! Baby I’m your man. Will I leave you hanging, lonely and desperate? Will I go and tell all my friends that we did it again and again? Hell no to all of that.” He leaned over, and put his lips to her ear and whispered, “should you give me some?” He kissed her ear and began running light kisses behind her ear and slowly down and around her neck. Then he put his lips back to her ear and whispered. “Yeah. If you say yes, I’ll love you like a baby, so later for maybe. So Red, tell this nigga. Yeah.”