Page 30 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“Nothing,” he answered with a shrug. “I’m just saying… It’s nice to have a sister, now. Even if I wanna do it to her just a lil’ bit… Is that incest? I’m a sick nigga, ain’t I?” He shook his head and looked off dramatically.

“If you don't get the fuck outta here!” I said, slapping the back of his neck so hard that the sound echoed through my empty crib.

“What? She pretty as fuck. A little… basic, but you can't deny she kinda fine underneath them Little House on the Prairie ass fits.”

“Kilo,” I said slowly, trying to keep my hands from around his neck. “That's about to be my wife… Yeah, this shit is fake as fuck, but still.” Now I knew why Des had an attitude over the shit with Eden because I was ready to put Kilo’s ass in the ICU.

“You never thought about fuckin’ her? Ever?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“Man, fuck no! You already know what type of women I be on. She ain’t it for me.” I lied, because apparently my subconscious didn’t get the memo. Just the night before, I had a dream about fighting to the death to fuck that girl, but every time I pulled one of them big ass sweaters off, or unbuttoned a denim skirt, there would be another one up under it. I woke up with an attitude and had been on one all day.

“Then why you get so jealous when all I said was that I wanted to spread honey all over her big ass titties, and lick them muhfuckas clean? I bet her square ass is an undercover freak, too. She'd probably let me…” He looked up and saw the homicidal expression on my face. “Nevermind.”

“Nigga,” I spat, pulling the gun out that I had tucked into my waist. “Take yo’ sandwich and get the fuck out my spot.” The mention of her had my mind drifting straight over to Peep. I hadn’t spoken to her all day, figured she needed time to “do her” and would let her reach out to me… but she hadn’t. I guess the thing with her sister may have had something to do with it too, but I apologized. I didn’t know what the fuck else she wanted from me.

Hey, Peep. What’s good?

“But I’m too reactive,” he said, throwing his free hand up in mock defense. “You can’t just keep tossing me out your crib whenever you get in a mood. I’m tired of this shit. It’s not a healthy mode of communication.” He continued to talk shit with a smirk on his face. It was only then that the realization set in—he baited me. All the shit he said about Destiny was to get a reaction out of me. What I couldn’t figure out was why I reacted the way I did.

Peep

Nothing

Oh

I looked at my phone in disgust because her talkative ass had never hit me with a one word text before.

You busy or something?

Peep

Yeah.

The fuck?

Oh, okay. Well hit me up when you’re free.

Peep

Sure.

Fuck. I guess she was still mad. I made a note to hit up my jeweler, King, to see if he had any boring old lady jewelry in stock for me. Maybe I could get her irky ass a nice broach or something to go on them sweaters. My frown deepened as the thought crossed my mind, that maybe she was with the nigga that she called herself “doing her” with. My trigger finger itched as I made myself a promise to find out whoever the fuck he was and pay him a little visit so he could get his own personal wedding announcement from me.

I put Kilo’s stupid ass out so I could clear my head before I went to Mina’s to empty my balls. I had shit to do.

* * *

“Oh shit, baby! Oh my God! OH GOD!” Mina cried out as I put all my focus into watching my sheathed dick slide in and out of her. She was doing too much screaming, and it was making it hard for me to concentrate on nutting. It had been hours, and as hard as I was, I couldn't finish. Mina was reaping the benefits, but from the look in her eyes, she was close to passing out from dehydration or too many orgasms.

“Mm, yeah. Mhm. Gimme that shit.” My moans weren’t even genuine, but she clearly didn’t give a fuck as she came all over me again. Usually, that would have at least elicited some type of reaction from me, but my mind was on other things. The first thing was that I had to find out who the square ass nigga was that Peep was fucking, and what made him so special. She didn’t have any social media pages, so I spent my evening stalking Eden, her parents, brother, and even the damn church pages and came up empty handed. I also had the issue of who the fuck was targeting my business associates. On top of all that shit, the caterer called me that morning and said there was a shortage of shrimp in the whole Sleighton area. She told me that they could substitute chicken, but we didn’t want fuckin’ chicken. I told her that three weeks was more than enough time to have some shipped in from elsewhere, and if my wife didn’t have the shrimp and grits that she specifically requested, the only plates she would be making would be at the nearest Waffle House.

“Oooh. Oh, fuck. Shit,” I said unenthusiastically as I faked a nut, more than ready to wrap that shit up. Thoughts of Destiny, empty warehouses, and crustacean shortages were enough to have my dick on soft, and I would have faked a car accident to get out of that pussy. She collapsed on her stomach after I pulled out, and I immediately pulled the condom off to dispose of it. Oddly enough, I never cared about hurting a woman’s feelings when it came to fucking her and leaving, but something about letting Mina know that I couldn’t even get a nut when fucking her felt cruel as fuck. I quickly hopped up, grabbing my underwear and slipping them on.

“You wanna stay?” Mina asked as she rolled over to her side looking like she had been rode hard and put up wet. I blinked slowly to resist the urge to cringe at the way her lashes were hanging off and her wig was sliding back. I had truly fucked the shit out of that woman. If that wasn’t enough, her mattress was too soft, and her scented plug-ins were too strong. I knew there was no way I’d be able to fall asleep in her apartment even if I wanted to.

“I’m good. I’ll holla at you later,” I answered, ignoring her pouting as I put on my clothes and got the fuck out of there. I rushed home so I could wash my ass, brush my teeth, and do all the other shit to get ready for bed. When I hit my sheets, I tossed and turned for an hour like I was still on Mina’s lumpy ass mattress. I pulled my phone out and looked at my text thread with Destiny, wondering how we got from her sending me multiple back to back texts about everything from wedding planning, to her hobbies and what shows she was watching that week, to some weak ass one word texts.

A few minutes later, I found myself springing out of bed and throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie so I could figure out just what the fuck was up. I did ninety on my way to her apartment in complete silence, then barely turned the car off before I was jogging up the stairs. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, getting pissed off when she didn't open it fast enough for my liking. What the fuck was she doing in there that was so important?