Thug Matrimony (13 page)

“I hate you, Kaylin,” she cried out. “Just let me go.”

“Tell me you don’t love me no more.”

“Kaylin. Just let me go, please.”

“Hell to the nah. You wanted to get married, remember? So go get yourself together. You have about twenty minutes.”

She bounced up and began swinging at him. He grabbed her and they fell onto the bed. “I hate you, Kaylin. Let me go. Get off me!” He had pinned both arms to the bed. Her robe was open and he began kissing her neck and breasts.

“I don’t love you!” she cried out loud.

“Yes, you do.” He was sucking on her breasts. “You don’t mean that, do you?”

“Kaylin … stop it.”

“I’ll stop when I’m good and ready. This is my pussy.”

“No, Kaylin. It’s not. You allowed some punk-ass nigga to come between us. Look how one man got us acting, disrespecting each other. So no, not anymore.”

He raised both hands over her head and she tried to knee him in the nuts but missed.

“Nice try, Ma.”

“You’re hurting my wrists, Kaylin.”

“Then be still, calm down, and stop crying. ‘Cause who got the upper hand?”

“Kaylin, stop playing!”

“I will, once you calm down.”

“I’m calm. Now let me go.”

“You sure about that?”

“Let me go.”

“Aiight, when I let them go, you are going to get up quietly, and get yourself together. Is that clear?”

“You are not my father, Kaylin. Now get off me. I’m calm, damn,” she yelled.

He let her wrists go but remained on top of her. She swiped the tears off her face, then tried to wiggle from under him. When she saw that she couldn’t go anywhere she managed to flip onto her stomach.

“Calm the fuck down, don’t lose my baby, Angel.”

“Then get the fuck off me.”

“Where you think you’re going?”

“Kaylin, you said you were going to let me go. Now stop playing,” she yelled out.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Fuck you.”

“Uh-uh. That’s not it,” he sang.

“Kaylin, stop it.”

“What’s the magic word?”

She didn’t respond.

“I’m asking you one more time. What’s the magic word?”

“Asshole.”

“Aiight, have it your way.” He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them back together.

“Kaylin, stop!” she screamed. “You play too damned much!”

“I gave you your chance.” Since her ass was already up in the air, he smacked it one time and used his knee to spread her legs. “I know how to shut your ass up.”

“Kaylin!”

He slid one finger into her pussy and then another and he started working ‘em.

“Kaylin, stop playing.” Her voice trembled.

“Who’s playing? Do this feel like I’m playing?” He began teasing her throbbing pearl tongue.

“Shit! Kaylin, stop it!”

He left the clit alone and went back inside her pussy with three fingers.

“Oh, sshhh …,” she moaned as she began throwing it at his fingers. “I hate you …” she whispered.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” He leaned over to get him a kiss, and her tongue parted his lips. Their tongues added fuel to an already raging fire.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned.

“You still hate me?” He began teasing her clit once more. He was back flicking his fingers over her clit. She continued to purr. “Well, get ready to hate me even more because I’m getting ready to get me some of dis.” Her pussy was throbbing and jumping as he turned her clit loose and then pulled out his dick.

“Kay … Unnnnghh,” she groaned as he dug inside her. He grunted as he grabbed her by her hips and began to grind deep and slow. She raised her ass higher and tried to make her pussy squeeze and suck up his dick.

“F-fuck. Do that shit, baby. Work that pussy,” Kaylin moaned, as he went in deeper.

“Damn baby … right there. Shit … that feels good. Right there, baby. Yesss. Right there …” she screamed as Kaylin worked it. “Shit, nigga … I love … you …” she crooned as she began to come. Kaylin was now in a zone smacking her ass. When he was ready to nut, he pulled out and shot all over her ass, before falling over onto his back. Angel crawled over to him, got in the sixty-nine position, and began bobbing up and down on his dick. Kaylin rubbed his cum all over her ass, blew on her clit, and went to sucking on her pussy.

Ding, dong.
The doorbell rang as they both licked and sucked on each other feverishly, refusing to stop. Unable to stop.

Kaylin’s dick was so thick and hard that Angel had to ride it. Coming up for air, she sat up, kept her back turned to him as she slid down on his dick. Kaylin watched her ass jiggle as she slid up and down, faster and faster. As he grabbed on to one of her hips and reached around for her inner piece, they went at it as if this would be their last fuck.

Angel was the first to start skeeting. Kaylin held on to both hips as he let go of what felt like buckets of cum.

Ding, dong.

“Who … is … that, baby?” Angel could barely get the words out.

“The reverend or Kajuan, or my mom, Omar. It could be Kendrick and Kendra or Tamara. I called them all up as witnesses to our marriage.” He was still trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, I nutted hard.”

“You know I’m not going to let you off this easy, right?”

“You killin’ me, Ma.” He sat up, wanting to taste her pussy juice on his lips and tongue. “Come here.”

She crawled over to him and hungrily tasted her juices in his mouth.

Ding, dong. Ding, dong.

Neither one of them wanted to stop tasting the other.

Bbrrring.

Whoever was at the door was obviously now calling on the phone.

“We gonna get married, baby, or are we gonna fuck some more?” he asked as he played with her nipples.

“Nigga, both.”

Kaylin was spent. “Well, you gonna have to suck my dick back to life.”

Angel moaned as she climbed back into the sixty-nine position.

A
fter keeping everyone waiting, forty minutes later, Kaylin and Angel were standing in front of their guests. Kaylin was clad in a simple white-on-white ensemble shirt and tailor-made pants by Ralph Lauren tapered off by a pair of white-on-white Air Force Ones. Angel sported a simple white Prada dress and white Jimmy Choo stilettos, accented by a pregnant belly.

They stood hand in hand and were basking in the love they possessed for one another and of course from that overdue lovemaking session they had just indulged in.

“Boy, I first want you to apologize for having us out here at three o’clock in the morning. Then you had the nerve to keep us standing out there on your front porch for damn near a half hour. None of this would be happening if you hadn’t acted the fool on your wedding day. Apologize to the good reverend first!” Mother Santos scolded.

Reverend Run raised both hands and said, “There’s no need. It’s all good. We’re all here now and ready to proceed.”

Kaylin knew that he needed to obey his mother. “Ma, Reverend Run, and family. I apologize for the inconvenience that my past actions have brought us to, but I truly thank each and every one of you for coming out when I really needed you the most. You all being here lets me know who really has my back.
Again, I offer my sincerest apologies. Kendrick, can you start taping?” Kaylin asked his cousin, who was there with his twin sister, Kendra.

“Man, we’ve been taping from the time we hit your doorstep. Everybody is gonna know how you called us at two in the morning, talking about getting married and needing witnesses. Then like your mom said, you leave us standing on the porch for almost thirty minutes,” Kendrick snapped. “Plus, nobody would believe this shit if it wasn’t on tape. Three in the damn morning,” he vented. “Excuse my language, Rev.”

“Man, cut me some slack. I would have done it for yo’ punk ass. I know I’m the bad guy here. Y’all also know I had some issues that I’ve been trying to work through. So—”

“Muchachos!” Mother Santos cut in. “Cut it out. Y’all acting like y’all still them same little five-year-old knuckleheads I had to whip, with all this bickering y’all doing.”

Tamara, Kendra, and Omar giggled. It definitely reminded them of the good ole days.

“Yeah. Cut the nigga some slack,” Kajuan added. “This the same nigga who left this beautiful woman at the altar. So you know he ain’t right,” he cracked.

“Kajuan, cayate!” Mother Santos scolded him.

Kaylin hung his head in embarrassment as his mother, Kendra, and Tamara all circled around Angel and gave her a hug.

“Can we get on with this?” he finally asked in protest. “I’m sure the reverend would like to go home … sometime in the near future.” Kaylin attempted to get the pressure off himself.

Angel finally spoke. “Before the reverend officiates this I need to say a few things. Thank you, ladies.”

“Aww, man,” Kaylin groaned.

“I know you didn’t think you were getting off this easy?” She cut her eyes at Kaylin. “However,” she continued, “we do thank everyone for making such a huge sacrifice on our behalf, especially you, Reverend.” She then turned to Kaylin. “And as for
you, I want you to get down on one knee and apologize to me in front of everyone, while the tape is rolling. I also want you to know that this isn’t it. You owe me a wedding. I want my wedding, Kaylin. A full and complete wedding planned and put together by you. From the invitations to the place to the caterers. I’m not lifting a finger. I want you to go through everything I went through.” There were snickers in the room from all of the guys. “And I am not wearing that same dress. I want a new dress for myself and my bridesmaids. Is that understood?” That got some amens and, “I know that’s rights” from the ladies.

“Anything else, Your Highness?”

“And don’t you dare forget my honeymoon!” The ladies in the room snickered while the men cringed.

“Anything else?” Kaylin was ready to get it over with.

“No, you can apologize now.”

Kaylin adjusted his pants and got down on one knee. He took her hand, kissed it, and gently wrapped it in both of his. He looked into her eyes and began, “Baby, you mean the world to me. I love you more than anything. I need you in my life and I know it sounds corny but you complete me. And that’s real talk. I apologize for making you suffer because of my insecurities. I apologize for not putting my ego in check and my pride aside. Baby, I need you in my life, forever. I swear that I am still the man you fell in love with. I want us to be a family. I want to be the best father for our baby and I need you to be a permanent part of Malik’s life. He loves you and I love you even more for loving him and accepting him as your own. Will you forgive me?” Angel was fighting to choke back her tears and no words would come out. “Baby, will you forgive me?” She nodded yes while trying to swipe away the tears. “Will you marry me?” He pulled her close and he was now on his knees, hugging her and kissing her belly. “Answer me, baby. I know I hurt you and I probably don’t deserve you, but I need you. Tell me you’ll marry me,” he pleaded.

“Baby …” She ran her fingers through his hair. Reverend Run handed her a handkerchief. “I need you to tell me that you’ll let nothing or no one come between us.”

“Ma, I swear I won’t slip like that again. I will protect what we got and I swear I won’t let nothing or no one come between us.”

“Baby, tell me that you meant everything you just said to me.”

“I meant every word that I just said. You know I meant it. I need you. Baby, will you marry me? Will you continue to be my wife?”

“Baby … yes.” Her voice cracked.

Kaylin stood up, hugged her, and they began to kiss, neither one of them hearing what Reverend Run was saying. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

“Umm, who has the rings?” Reverend Run asked.

“Right here.” Omar stepped up and tapped them both on the shoulder.

They came up for air and both said, “I do” and went back to kissing.

“We already did that for y’all. We just need y’all to put the rings on, and then we normal folks can go home,” Kendrick snapped.

They came up for air again. Angel was giggling as they both took their ring boxes and placed the rings on each other’s fingers.

“I love you, baby … forever.”

“I love you too … always.” Angel grinned as she eyed her seven-carat diamond ring.

Kaylin, immediately got rid of the twin beds. Several days after the marriage ceremony and when they finally decided to leave the bedroom Angel and Kaylin were in the living room. Kaylin was on the couch, chilling and watching television, while Angel was sitting on the floor going through her bridal shower and wedding gifts. She had refused to open the wedding gifts, and had refused
to put away any of the bridal shower gifts until he had slipped that ring onto her finger.

“Baby,” Angel whined. “We are supposed to be doing this together. You aren’t even paying attention.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Baby, yes, I am.”

She waved him off as she looked all around her. Scattered around were Tiffany picture frames, champagne flutes, Manolo Blahnik candles, Teflon pots and pans, a Krups cappuccino maker, Cuisinart food processor, Manrico cashmere sheets, which she really liked. She had just seen them in a
Town & Country
magazine for forty-nine hundred dollars. There was a set of Frette terry cloth towels, crystal; gift certificates of all kinds, money, Egyptian cotton four-hundred-thread-count linen, and several bottles of chardonnay.

“Baby, if you’re paying attention, then tell me who gave us gold. Gold bars, to be exact. Now, that’s some gangsta shit. How much do you think these are worth?” She let out a whistle and passed them to Kaylin. She picked up both cards and read them out loud. “Best wishes to the groom and the bride.
Que tu sagra do matrimonio dura para siempre?”

“That means may your sacred marriage last forever,” Angel clarified.

“Let me see,” Kaylin told her.

“This card is from Alexjandro Reyes.” She handed it to him and opened the other one. “This one says exactly the same thing but is signed by Don Carlos. Who are—?”

Kaylin snatched the other card out of her hand. “Excuse you.” She rolled her eyes at him. He was looking at the cards in deep thought. Looking at them as if they were written in code. “Baby who are they?” He didn’t even hear her. “Baby.” She was now standing in front of him. “Hellooo … Kaylin. What is up with you? Who are they?”