Page 39 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

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“You made them sign contracts?!” I asked with my mouth open.

“Fuck yeah!” I cut my eyes at him. “I mean, yes.”

“What did they say?” I asked, unable to resist the curiosity because the man was nuts.

“Pretty basic shit. They aren’t allowed to discuss me or anything they do with me or act a fool if they see me in public. Matter of fact, Mina’s ass just fucked up. I been letting her slide, but that deposit is as good as gone,” he fussed.

“You make them pay?” I asked in shock.

“That’s something new. I had one too many try to play in my face. So, yeah. In order to stay on the roster, they gotta put somethin’ on it.”

“Oh my God… I’m scared to ask, but what else?”

“They have to submit fresh test results once a month. I have an app they can upload it to. I also need to verify that they’re on birth control, and there’s a clause that if an unplanned pregnancy occurs due to improper use, then I accept no responsibility for the child, financial or otherwise.”

“You would just leave your kid out here high and dry?” I asked.

“Hell naw, Peep! I would never do no shit like that. But it keeps them from trying to pull some shit if they know there’s no possibility for financial gain. I would probably take them to court for full custody and win.”

“So, you want kids?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged honestly. “But if I had one, I sure as fuck wouldn’t let him grow up without his Pops,” he grumbled as a look that I couldn’t place washed over his face. I didn’t reply, but I knew for sure we would be talking about this in the future.

“So, are we good?” he asked, bringing his forehead to mine.

“I guess so,” I nodded, barely getting the words out before he pulled me into another kiss.

Nine

Endgame

BRICK

Since the night she let me taste her lips, I had been a fiend. If I wasn’t at the club or handling West Inc. official business, I was somewhere laid up, trying to suck Destiny’s lips off her fuckin’ face.

We kissed on the couch, we kissed at the park, we kissed in the back of her favorite smoothie shop. Anywhere we were together, we were all over each other like a couple of nasty ass teenagers. This day in particular, we had the seat laid back in the Bentley as we damn near devoured each other. She must have been really feeling herself, because she was perched on top of me, grinding her pussy into my lap. I don’t even think she realized she was doing it, but I sure as fuck wasn’t complaining.

She had finally started to dress like someone born after the fifties, and I couldn’t have been happier about that shit. That day, she had on jeans that hugged her hips and ass, and a fitted wrap around top that showed just a tiny bit of her waist. Still not nearly as revealing as someone I’d usually fuck with, but everything looked good on her. I was using my hands to take advantage of every sliver of skin that she offered me.

When she groaned into my mouth, my shit got so hard that I almost launched her ass to the moon. For someone who acted so pure and holy, Destiny kissed like a woman who knew her way around a dick. We got hotter and I slid my hands down her back, and around to the front of her jeans to try a swift unbutton. She promptly grabbed my hands and moved them back to her ass. I planted one more kiss to her lips, then pulled my head back.

“This shit is so fuckin’ childish… Lemme fuck you.” Yes, I liked kissing her, but I would much rather be doing it with my dick wet. She didn’t make it no better either, always kissing on a nigga and touching me. Her little moans every time shit got heavy always did me bad.

“No, Brick.” She giggled, then gasped when my hands slid under her top to caress her bare waist. “Besides, we have somewhere to be, right?” I groaned in frustration as she climbed back over to her seat. We were exactly eight days away from the wedding, and I had one more thing to do before we walked down the aisle. We had an appointment, but I would have gladly rescheduled for an opportunity to stick the tip in.

“Listen, Peep. I promised to work on my patience, but you gotta stop doin’ me like this,” I complained while starting up the car.

“Like what?” She giggled while pulling down her mirror and fixing her lip gloss and hair that I had just fucked up. I paused to look at her before pulling off. She was so fuckin’ pretty. I knew that before, but seeing her confidence grow each day as she found herself was fuckin’ beautiful. I had already promised myself that with or without me, she would have that freedom for the rest of her life.

“Hello?” she asked, hand waving in front of my face.

“What, Baby?”

“I said, ‘like what?’ How am I doing you?” She asked again as she flipped the mirror up and turned back to me.

“Like this,” I said, pulling her hand to rest on top of my hard dick. She gasped like she was surprised. “Yeah, you got in the truck and hopped on my shit, now you got me riding around here on hard at 1p.m. on a fuckin’ Friday. Yeah, I’ma be patient… Just know when you give me the okay, I’m not coming up for air for a few weeks.”