Page 48 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“You're really gross,” Stasha scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Anyways, cheers to my sister and her future husband.” She rolled her eyes. “I pray that after next Saturday you get all the dick you been missing out on! I mean put through the mattress every fucking night!”

“Eden, please,” I groaned in embarrassment

She frowned when she realized I was mortified, then pulled me to the side. She played entirely too much, but she never hesitated to shut it down when she noticed that I felt a way.

“Des… Girl I’m sorry. I figured with as much time as y’all have been spending together, and as crazy as he is about you, that y’all were smashing. I know I do too much sometimes.” The sincerity in her voice made me even more embarrassed. I knew she didn’t mean anything by it—she was just way more open about her sexuality and more experienced than I was. Not that it took much to be more experienced than me.

“It’s okay,” I assured her, still aching between my legs from what Brick started in the hallway. I promised myself that would be the last time I was inexperienced or unsatisfied.

Eleven

Fresh out the Pack

BRICK

Ilaid in my bed, chuckling to myself at the shit we just pulled. I didn’t even want a bachelor party, but Kilo and Zion insisted we do something. I chose a cigar bar, since I figured that would be the least amount of foolery.

I was wrong.

Common sense should have told me that anything my youngest brother touched would be some absolute fuck shit. I was glad I wasn’t the party planner because after the way we turned that classy establishment into some hood shit, I knew that deposit was as good as gone.

I wasn’t sure who invited all them women, but I owed them an ass-whoopin’ for damn near getting me in trouble. Still, the pop-up at the club was the most fun that I had the whole night.

My body had just melted into the sheets when I got a notification on my phone.

Peep

I’m outside. Come to the door.

I damn near broke my neck launching myself out of the bed and shuffling to my front door. When I opened it, I came face to face with my future wife. She had changed out of her club clothes and had on a long black coat. I was so confused by her surprise visit, that I didn’t think to ask her why she showed up to my crib lookin’ like Inspector Gadget.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I let her in the house, locking up behind her.

“I want you to finish what you started earlier,” she said, looking anywhere but at me. I grabbed her chin and forced her to face me because all the fidgeting was making me anxious.

“The fuck you talkin’ bout, baby?”

“Let's just do it… now. Let’s fuck.” The word still didn't sound right coming from her lips. After her statement, she dropped her coat to the floor and stopped me in my tracks. Showing more skin than I'd ever seen on her, she had on a lace bodysuit that hugged every curve to perfection. Her hair was still in its big curly state, and her soft skin glowed like she had just rubbed herself down in glitter.

“What?” I choked out, the whole scene made it hard for my brain to comprehend anything she was saying. That and the fact that all the blood in my body had quickly headed south. Since we were so close to the wedding, I figured she would want to wait until our big night, but clearly she had other plans.

“Let's just have sex. Everyone thinks we are anyways. Let's just take the pressure off.” The slight tremble in her words made me hesitant, but when she grabbed me by my collar and pulled me in for a kiss, I complied instantly. I eagerly grabbed her by her waist, backing her into the nearest wall and kissing her roughly. Shit, if she wanted to be fucked, I'd take her right against that wall if I had to. My hands wandered all over her body as I tongued her down.

“Brick,” she gasped and arched her back when my hand slid under her bodysuit to caress her nipples. My dick got even harder pressing into her stomach because I loved how turned on she got just from kissing me. I used my other hand to grip her thigh and pull it up around my waist. I didn't even eat pussy like that, but her plush ass thighs looked like they'd be perfect draped over my ears. We would get there, but she said she wanted me in that pussy, so I had to oblige. Gripping her other thigh, I had her off her feet in a blink and was halfway to my bedroom by the time she realized what happened.

“Ooh, Baby,” she moaned as I kissed down her neck and to her titties. I freed one and she watched me as I swirled my tongue around her tight ass nipple before sucking hard. Every time she moaned my dick got harder, and I was all too pleased with the thought of torturing her until she begged for it.

That must not have been working for her because she turned her back to me and spread out on the bed on all fours. She slipped the straps over her shoulders and I helped her wiggle her way out.

“Just do it.” Through the mirror on the other side of my bedroom, I could see that her eyes were shut tight and she clutched the sheet close to her naked chest. Right then, everything came back to me all at once.

The way her pops harped on how much of a “good girl” she was.

The way she damn near nutted on herself every time I barely touched her ass.

I didn't know how it never clicked for me before, but at that moment, it all made sense. I grabbed her, flipping her over to her back.