Page 50 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“What do you do when you get horny?” I asked, needing to know.

“Pray,” she whispered, making me holler loud enough to disturb her whole apartment complex.

“You a trip… So, you ain’t never played with that pussy before, Destiny?” I watched her head drop as she broke eye contact with me.

“I mean… maybe a couple of times… yes… I always prayed after, though.” I kissed both of her cheeks that were red as fuck. I couldn’t believe a nigga ended up with a real life Thirty-One-Year-Old Virgin.

“Man, Destiny.” I looked at her, chuckled and looked off. “If I would have fucked you the way I really wanted to… Yo’ virgin ass probably would have ended up in the hospital.”

“I—oh…” Her voice trailed off as her face reddened even more. I was learning my limits with her, and as much as she tried to play coy, she loved when I talked nasty to her. I could literally smell the effect it had on her pussy through her shorts, and I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to do it while I had her full of dick.

“I wasn't trying to trick you,” she reasoned. “I just didn't want everyone staring at me on our wedding night and knowing that after that I'd no longer be a virgin. Everyone kept saying we were doing it, so I figured that if I went ahead and did it, it wouldn't be so embarrassing.”

“You ain’t gotta be embarrassed of shit, Peep. You waited, and that means something. A lot of us were out here fuckin’ way too young, or with the wrong people. You deserve something special for your first time. Not some ‘Here damn’ sex after you been out all night at the club. Can you let me do that for you?” I asked as I pulled her in for a kiss. She nodded and held my face, taking my tongue into her mouth, and opening her legs wider for me as she pulled me in closer.

“Peep,” I fussed, rubbing my hands over her smooth ass thighs. “What I just say? Stop trying to seduce me with your rookie cookie.”

“Shut up,” she said with a laugh. I was just glad that she was talking to me again.

“You know I care about you, right?” I asked. “I really fuck with you, girl.” I realized that was a crazy thing to say to the woman I was set to marry in less than a week, but I meant that shit.

“I really fuck with you too,” she said before giggling.

“That was a lil’ better. Pretty soon we gon’ have you cussin’ real good. I bet that mouth be real nasty when you be in there sinning with yourself,” I teased before sliding her off the counter to carry her back to the couch. I missed them lips and was ready to torture us both with nasty kissing and booty rubs for the rest of the day.

Twelve

Here Cums the Bride

DESTINY

“Ido,” I said with a huge smile on my face.

“Oh, bitch please!” Eden yapped as she walked up behind me. “We get it! You’re getting married! Give it a rest, girl. Damn!”

“Shut up!” I couldn’t help but laugh as I pushed her shoulder. “I’m just practicing.”

“You nervous?” she asked as she sat in the chair across from me. My hair was up in rollers, and I was getting my makeup done. She was about done with her prep and was running around barking orders to make sure everything was perfect and I didn’t have an ounce of stress.

“Surprisingly, no,” I answered with a genuine smile. Between her antics and Brick and his sweet gestures, I was on cloud nine.

I hadn’t seen my future husband all day, but he absolutely made his presence known, sending me gifts that made me swoon, and text messages that had me giggling and blushing every five minutes.

Eden gave me the tiniest bit of an edible, not quite enough to have me high, just enough to make me happy. Aside from my parents coming in and trying to minister scriptures that they never followed, and Stasha—who seemed to have a permanent attitude as of late—it was the best day ever. Right as the makeup artist put the finishing touches on my look, someone knocked on the door. Eden opened it to reveal Kalida standing there looking stunning as usual in a sage green suit that fit her curvy body like she was born in it. She had her hair in a pretty updo with bangs, and everything else about her radiated perfection.

“Hi ladies,” she said with a polite nod. “Do you think I could have a moment alone with the bride?” They complied and she stood there not making a sound until we were left alone in the room.

“You look breathtaking,” she said softly as she stepped closer.

“Thank you so much! So do you.” I was still finding my footing with her. We had multiple conversations and she seemed to be pretty levelheaded most of the time. Yet, in the back of my mind, I remembered how she was when she had my daddy hemmed up the night I met her. I wasn’t afraid of her like most people seemed to be, but I wasn’t going out of my way to try to trigger her, either.

“Thank you. Listen, I know this wasn’t necessarily your first choice—” I abruptly cut her off.

“But it was my choice.” I reminded her. For the first time her mouth turned up into a genuine smile.

“I know my son cares about you, but I want to be honest with you. He can give you a lot of things—he can be a provider, a protector. He can be loyal… but I’m not sure if he’ll ever be able to love you.”

“W-What?” I asked, covering my mouth with my hand. Her revelation hit me right in my chest. “Why would you say that?”