Page 41 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“Brick! Don’t drop me, wait!” she squealed.

“Shut up,” I fussed, giving her a little jolt for disrespecting me like I was a lil’ nigga. I carried her thick ass up the stairs with absolutely no problem, then used my key to open the door.

“Wait,” she said once she was back upright in her living room. “You had a key to my apartment this whole time?! Brick!”

“What?” I dodged the hit she threw my way. “I respected you enough not to use it! But after that night I showed up and you acted like you had a nigga stowed away in here, I had to be sure.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she huffed. I didn’t reply, pulling her in and tasting her lips again.

I backed her up until her legs hit the couch and pushed her down, climbing in between them. Usually, I liked fucking in the bed, but if she offered it to me on the ten-yard line of a Super Bowl game, I would have gladly accepted.

She seemed nervous, but when I started sucking on her neck, and she completely melted into me, I knew I had her. I pulled the strings holding her shirt together and unwrapped her like a Christmas gift.

“Ooh, Brick,” she moaned as I kissed my way down her pretty ass titties to her bellybutton, making her gasp. This time, when I reached for the buttons on her jeans, she didn’t stop me. She didn’t need to, because when I pulled them open, I stopped my damn self.

“Hold up, what the fuck is this? You got a swimsuit on under these muhfuckin’ jeans?” I asked, knowing she liked to dress in bundles of clothing.

“No, they’re… my panties,” she said with an awkward shrug.

“And they come all the way the fuck up here?” I asked in confusion as I pulled my hand back. The gotdamn draws went over her bellybutton damn near to her bra and had the nerve to be yellow with polka dots on them. “Peep, I know you fuckin’ lyin’! I can't even put these muhfuckas in my pocket. Don't you ever wear no big ass panties around me like this again. I could use these to cover up the whip next time it rains!” She drew her lips tight and popped me in my chest. “Aight, damn, I’m sorry. Come here, girl,” I pulled her face to mine and kissed her pretty ass lips. Just as I got the nerve to go for them big ass draws again, someone knocked at her door.

“Ugh,” she groaned in frustration as she threw her head back into her pillow.

“Fuck it. Leave ‘em out there,” I said, returning my mouth to her titty. Whoever the fuck it was needed to call back or leave a note. I wasn’t about to stop.

“Destiny?” I felt her entire body stiffen at the sound of the female voice.

“Who the fuck is that?” I whispered.

“My mother,” she answered back.

“You think if I just slide it in, she’ll go away?” I asked, spreading her legs wider.

“Destiny! I can hear you in there! Open this door, now!” she hollered which made me pause, because I didn’t even know that lady could speak.

She sighed and looked at me, prompting me to climb off her. We put our clothes back on, and I excused myself back to her bedroom so her moms didn’t catch an eyeful of hard dick.

“Mama… What are you doing here?” she asked as she opened the door. I was mad as hell because I could hear everything clearly from her bedroom, meanwhile I was bout to fall out trying to listen to her and Eden from the kitchen that day.

“I need to talk to you,” she said, brushing past her and into the living room. “You absolutely can’t go through with this wedding!” From our previous conversations, Sarah didn’t say a word when Coop basically sold her off, or even through the entire last five weeks while she planned the wedding. The fact that she chose now to storm in making demands had me hot enough that I was ready to pop out and tell her old ass something.

“I can’t do that,” she argued.

“Yes, you can! Just don’t show up!” she said. “Say you got cold feet. Say you don’t want to do it. Just don’t do this.”

Peep hesitated. “I don’t think you understand exactly what’s at stake here. Did he tell you what will happen if I don’t do it?”

“Yes, Destiny!” she said in frustration. “I know exactly what’s at risk! That’s why you need to call it off.”

“So you want him to die?” she whispered loud as hell.

“You’re not even speaking to him right now!” she argued.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want him dead! Mom, what are you saying right now?”

“Listen, I’m sure you’re finally learning that your father isn’t this good, perfect man that he appears to be. At this point you have to choose. Him or me.” I held my breath anticipating her answer.

“No, I’m not doing this… Him.”