Honor Thy Thug

6




TASHA

I was glad that I had Kyra all to myself first. We cried, hugged, and caught up to what had been going on during our time apart. Now it was Angel’s and Jaz’s turn. They had finally made it to sunny California. I stood in the doorway and watched the three of them cry, laugh, cry, and laugh some more, just like I did. The reunion was bittersweet.

Not only did Kyra look different, but she seemed different. For one, it was surprising to see her reading the Bible and down on her knees praying. One minute she would appear all holier-than-thou, and the next minute she would be the old, talking-smack, neck-twisting, from-the-hood Kyra. The Kyra I was used to.

“Ooh! Why are you sneaking up on me like that?” Trae had eased up behind me and was brushing his lips against my neck.

“Because I want to steal you away from your girls for a few minutes.”

“A few minutes? Yeah, right. That’s what you said the last time.” He began easing me away from the door. “Trae, stop. We are getting ready to go get something to eat.”

He stopped and peeked in at the girls. “They ain’t trying to go nowhere no time soon. I just need a few minutes. They won’t even know you’re gone.” He pulled me away from my girls and eased me into the hall bathroom and shut the door.

“You ain’t right,” I said, smiling at him.

“You ain’t right! Stilettos on, ass cheeks hanging out the dress. What kind of restaurant are y’all going to?” He backed up against the door, and with both hands on my ass, he pulled me close to him.

“Stop exaggerating! My ass cheeks are not hanging out.”

“Bullshit. You ain’t going to no restaurant wearing a club dress.”

I sucked my teeth. “Since when did you start having problems with me wearing short dresses?”

“Since I’m not going with you. That’s when. You know my rules.”

He was trippin’, and I wasn’t liking it. I damn sure wasn’t about to take the dress off. Hell, we were only going out to eat. We stood there staring into each other’s eyes as he continued to caress my ass. Just as it started to feel good, he abruptly turned me around and guided me toward the sink. I felt his hand ease up my back, and he pushed me forward. I grabbed onto the edges of the sink.

I looked back at him. “What do you mean, I know your rules?”

“Assume the position, and shut up.”

“Shut who? Assume what?” I went to stand up, but he was holding me down with one hand and holding that steel with the other.

“You heard me.” He used his knee to force my legs apart.

I watched him in the mirror as he admired my ass and stroked himself.

I felt the head of his dick enter me. “Don’t be telling me to shut up.” I moaned as I felt him push all the way inside me. I wanted to fuss, but it was feeling good, and I couldn’t help but throw the p-ssy back at him and talk shit. “Niggas willing to die over this p-ssy.”

“And I’m willing to kill ’em.” He shoved the dress over my ass, ripping it. I knew he did it on purpose.

“Trae!” I looked back at him. His eyes were closed as he held tight onto my waist, putting in work. I had an attitude about my dress, so I had to say something. “You tore my dress.” I even wanted to argue, but the dick now had my undivided attention. He stroked long and deep as subtle moans escaped his lips. I grabbed tighter onto the edges of the sink, and then he started coming. He pulled out and skeeted all over my ass and my dress. I stood straight up, turned around, and pushed him. “You dog!”

“Now, go change into something more conservative!” he said as he tried to catch his breath. “But you gotta admit, that was the shit.”

“You’ll see how conservative I am when you realize how long it’ll be before you get up in this p-ssy again,” I snapped as I brushed past him to get out of the bathroom. He blocked the door, staring at me as he fixed his clothes.

“What’s the matter with you? I know you ain’t trippin’ about a dress that I bought!”

“Yes, I am trippin’. I’m trippin’ about you tearing my dress, f*cking me, spurting all over me, and I didn’t even come! What the f*ck is your problem?” I snatched the bathroom door open, and he slammed it shut. “Move, Trae, with ya selfish ass!”

“Man, f*ck that dress. I said I didn’t want you wearing it.” He grabbed the part he already ripped and ripped it some more. “Now what? And all of a sudden, you want to come, when at first you didn’t even want to f*ck. Now you wanna come?” He grabbed me roughly, picked me up, and slammed me onto the sink.

I tried to get down, but he held me there. “What do you think you’re doing, Trae?” He was fumbling with his pants. “What is your problem?”

“You want to come, right?”

“Nigga, please. Let me outta here. You ain’t even hard. I gots to go.”

“Nah. I’m selfish. You ain’t come. You ain’t going nowhere.” He stood there between my legs, pulling out his dick.

“Forget it, Trae,” I said, only to have my leg raised up into the air and a half-hard dick thrust up inside me.

“Why the f*ck are we arguing over nothing?” he asked me as he stroked in and out.

I could feel him growing harder and longer. I spread my legs wider, grabbed onto his ass, and pulled him deeper inside me.

“Oh, so you like that, huh?” He kissed me roughly around my neck.

“You ruined my dress.” I moaned as I shut my eyes tight and matched my strokes with his.

“F*ck the dress, and concentrate on f*cking me.” He increased his f*cking pace. “How does this feel?” he whispered in my ear.

“G-good.” I moaned as I tried to get and keep as much dick in me as I could. With me holding him tighter and him f*cking me harder, I began to embrace and ride the wave of a much-needed orgasm. My husband waited for my legs to stop shaking before he eased out of me. I leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. He helped me off the sink, and before he could say something smart, I said, “You still didn’t have to f*ck up my dress.” And I stormed out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.

I slipped past the family room where my girls were talking and laughing and the kids were running wild. On my way upstairs, as I made it into the living room, I heard knocking. I went to the door, cracked it, and there stood Trina. She looked as if she had been crying. I opened the door and asked, “What are you doing here? What’s the matter?”

“I didn’t want to come, but I need to talk to you.”

“Why didn’t you just call me? You know Trae don’t want you over here. I told you I would let you know when things cooled off.”

“Tasha, let me in. I need to talk to you. Kevin is hurt.”

“What? My little brother?” I hadn’t heard from him since Stephon’s funeral. Now I wondered what he was mixed up in. He usually handled his business. I looked back to see if Trae was coming before I let her in. “Hurry up!” I opened the front door. “Where’s your car?” I was now whispering.

“I parked down the street. Come outside. I don’t want to have to cuss Trae out.”

“I have to change. Come on, girl. I’ll sneak you upstairs. Close the door, and tell me what happened. Hurry up.” I made a dash for the stairs. She was right behind me. I knew that my ass was hanging out.

“What happened to you? Never mind. I don’t want to know,” she said.

We went into the bedroom, and I shut the door. I went into the bathroom and closed that door, leaving it cracked. I turned on the shower and began to undress. “So what happened? Is he okay? He got busted?” I yelled through the crack in the door.

“It’s Kyron.”

I stopped the bitch right in her tracks. Opened the bathroom door all the way, naked and all. “Kyron? Trina, get the f*ck outta here with that bullshit. I can’t believe you.” I snatched up a towel, wrapped it around me, and started pushing her out of my bedroom. I couldn’t believe she was bringing me this bullshit. I wanted her out of my house. “Get out, Trina!”

“Tasha, no, listen to me. He threatened me. He said if I didn’t set up something with you, it would be my ass. And when I didn’t, he went to Kevin and cut his ear off. He—”

“He did what?” I shrieked as I stopped pushing her.

“He cut his ear off. He did it with me right there on the phone. I don’t think Kevin knows why. And I wasn’t planning on telling him!” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“This shit is crazy. This has to stop.” I began pacing back and forth.

“Make it stop, Tasha,” she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“How can I make it stop? I’m not f*cking with Kyron like that no more. You must be crazy!”

“What if he comes after you? Or Kevin again? He’s your brother, too, Tasha. Or even worse . . .”

“Or even worse what?” I stopped my pacing. “Trina, this is mostly your fault—”

“My fault? Was it my fault when you f*cked him?” She pointed at me. “I’ll take half of the blame. But not all of it. But now we have a crisis, and we gotta do something.”

“Do what? You know my situation.”

“Do something. Shit, I don’t know.”

I went back to pacing back and forth. Kyron wanted to see me? I was scared to even mention his name to Trae. But I knew for a fact that I wasn’t meeting him under any circumstances, not in this lifetime. And our baby brother—this was outrageous. “You gotta stall him somehow until I can figure something out.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“Bitch, I don’t know. Think of something. Tell him you spoke to me and that I said I would get back to him. Shit, make up something. In the meantime, I gotta call Kev.”

“Nooooo! Tasha, don’t! We can’t let him know we had anything to do with it. He doesn’t know Kyron and don’t know that we know him.”

“Bitch, you sounding real stupid.”

“I’m serious, Tasha.”

I thought about what my sister said, and it just reconfirmed how cold-hearted of a bitch she was. Here it was, our own flesh and blood; all three of us came from the same loins. Our brother was cut the f*ck up and over some of our deeds, and she was talking about don’t call him.

“Trina, I got to figure this out. This is too much for me to swallow right now. Let me think about it, and I will call you later.” I had to tell Trae about this.

“Don’t call Kevin, Tasha. And call me. Don’t leave me hanging. All right, Tasha?”

“All right, Trina!” I snapped, agitated that she had brought me this Kyron bullshit. Why didn’t that muthaf*cka die? And now he was using my brother and Trina to f*ck with me. I needed to get her and her negative energy away from me. “Come on, let me get you out of here.” I tossed the towel and grabbed my robe and pulled it tight. I cracked the bedroom door to make sure the coast was clear. I peeked out and motioned for her to come on. As I began to creep down the second-floor stairs, Kyra turned the corner and dashed up the steps. I almost shit on myself. “Kyra, you scared the devil out of me. Where’s Trae?”

“Why are you whispering? And Trina? Is that Trina? Get out of here! Praise God!” she squealed.

“Kyra!” Trina dashed back up the stairs as if she was running from a ghost. That shit was so comical, I wish I had of caught it on camera.

“What is her problem?” Kyra asked me.

“She thought you was gone just like the rest of us. No offense. Trina, get your ass down here!” I called out. She peeked over the bannister.

“What the . . . where—”

“Girl, it’s me and I wish y’all would stop with the dead bullshit.”

“Kyra, look at you. Dreads? Your skin is so smooth. Where have you been?” Trina came dashing down the stairs, damn near knocking me over to go hug Kyra. “Tasha didn’t even tell me you were home. You had us worried half to death. Where were you?”

“Trina, you need to be going. Going now.” I grabbed her arm and damn near yanked it out of its socket.

“No, don’t go. We are getting ready to go out to eat. Me, your sister, Angel, and Jaz. Come with us.” Kyra extended a dinner invitation to my sister. I wasn’t trying to hear it, though.

Trina lit up; then, just as quickly, her face turned into a frown. I was sure that she was thinking about how Angel and Jaz both wanted to kick her ass. “Not this time. I already have a previous engagement. But let me take you to breakfast.”

“That’ll work,” Kyra said. “Don’t stand me up, girl, and have me getting up all early for you, Trina. We gotta catch up.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Kyra.” Trina hugged Kyra again and then flew down the stairs and out the front door.

I rushed up the stairs, took a quick shower, and got dressed. I had decided to wear a blue Alexander McQueen pant suit with a pair of cream Giuseppe heels. Angel was wearing an Anna Sui brown chiffon dress and gold Louboutin stilettos and Jaz had on a pair of Givenchy jeans with a red Dolce and Gabbana blouse and red strappy heels. We all looked at what Kyra had on, looked at each other and now words needed to be spoken.

Kyra glared at us, snapped her neck and asked, “Why y’all lookin’ at me? Y’all know I ain’t got no clothes.”

“Don’t even worry about it, I got you.” I told her. “I’ma call my girl Detroit Keish at Boutique Bleu on S. La Brea and tell her I’m coming through. I’ma give her your sizes and she’ll have shit laid out for you as if you are royalty. We get in, get out. Now let’s bounce.”

When I got downstairs, Trae was kicked back on the couch with his eyes closed. I kissed him lightly on the lips and grabbed my girls, and we were on our way out the door.

“Don’t make me come and get you,” he yelled after me.

“Stop being so mean, Trae,” Angel snapped at him before I could. “She’s with her girls.”

“Don’t let me find out y’all doing more than eating.”

“And if you do?” Angel challenged.

“Me and Kay going back to our old ways.”

“Whatever!” We all laughed. We were already celebrating so I pulled out the Maybach. Y’all must have forgot who the f*ck I was.

My girl Keish blessed Kyra with a slick Armani khaki mini skirt with a black Armani jacket, a pair of black and brown Fendi ankle boots. We were now ready to roll.

“Wait until Rick sees your ass in that.” Jaz teased her.

• • •

We had reservations at the Geisha House on the Boulevard in L.A. Kyra and Angel wanted sushi. The waiter had just cleared the table of our dinner and poured us our third round of sake. We laughed and reminisced for what felt like hours. Everyone had their glass filled to the rim at least twice, except for Kyra; she didn’t want anything to drink. She was listening intently as Jaz told her about Faheem, Oni, and his son. Then she started crying and praying. Everybody was, like, what the f*ck? She quickly recovered and began asking more questions. But it was too late; she had changed up the whole atmosphere.

Since Angel didn’t have any major drama of her own, she happily told Kyra all about mine. My drama didn’t cause her to cry, but from the change in complexion of her skin, I thought she went into shock. And Angel thought that shit was so funny, she couldn’t stop laughing, and I wanted to bust her in the mouth.

However, I was dying to know what Miss Holier-Than-Thou Kyra was going to do about Rick. Because Rick had a woman and a baby on the way, so I decided to ask her. Hell, I knew I wasn’t the only one at the table who wanted the scoop. So I decided to go all in.

“Enough about us, Kyra. What are you going to do about Rick?” Her eyes got as big as saucers. “C’mon, Kyra. You don’t gotta front on us. Hell, we know you. We’re your girls. So what’s up? Just because you were gone for forever, I hope you remember that we don’t keep secrets from each other.”

She buried her face in the palms of her hands. We were all sitting on the edges of our seats. “I don’t know. I don’t know. God, I don’t know.”

“You sure you don’t want any of this wine?” Jaz asked her.

Kyra waved her hand back and forth. “I need a blunt right about now, not some soft-ass rice wine.” We all gave her the side eye.

“Sooooo . . . what’s up? He has a fiancée who is pregnant. They live together as a happy family.” I pressed.

“I know, Tasha. You don’t have to remind me. We talked, and he’s just as conflicted as I am. But, for real, I think he’s leaning toward staying with her.”

“I can’t tell. Why isn’t he gone, then? He’s still here with you,” I said. “That sounds like some bullshit to me.”

“Do you want him?” Angel asked her.

“Y’all know I do,” Kyra admitted. “Shit is just complicated.”

“Have y’all f*cked?” Jaz whispered, as if any of us wasn’t f*cking.

“No. No, we haven’t. Our situation is so . . . delicate. I don’t know.”

“Have you told him what you want?” Angel asked.

“No, but I plan on it. Believe me, I plan on it.”


RICK

Trae and I were sitting on the porch when the ladies pulled up. My palms got sweaty, and my throat got dry, because I had made up my mind to tell Kyra that I was leaving tonight. I was going back to Nina. Was it the right thing to do? I couldn’t answer that. Was it the easiest thing to do? I couldn’t answer that, either.

Trae got up and went to meet Tasha. When she got out of the car, he picked her up and swung her around. She squealed in delight and begged him to put her down. He had the relationship that niggas envied. Through the ups and downs, their shit was bulletproof. I still couldn’t believe the drama he had with the Chinese chick and that other nigga Kyron. I had years on the force and thought I had seen it all. But he proved me wrong. He admitted that his relationship with Tasha was rocky, but he was determined to smooth it out by any means necessary. And I knew he meant that shit.

Kyra came up onto the porch and sat next to me. I waited until everyone went inside before I spoke. I cleared my throat. “Kyra, I’m going back tonight.”

“Why?” she asked me. “Why do you have to go back? I need you. I need you here with me, Rick.”

“Kyra, you’re in good hands. I’m at ease now, knowing that you are safe and pretty much settled in.”

“Rick, you know damn well what I mean. I want you here with me. I don’t want you to go back.”

“Kyra, you know my situation. What do you want me to do?”

“Stay here with me. It’s only a situation if you make it a situation.”

I laughed. “Shit, I wish it was that simple.”

“So you’re going to choose her over me? Why? Because she’s pregnant? Shit, I can get pregnant, too. Then what?” And to my surprise she climbed over onto my lap and straddled me. Shit.

“Kyra, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“What am I supposed to do, Rick? You know I’m a fighter. You don’t expect me to put up a fight for you? Why not? I had you first.” She kissed me on the lips. It was the first kiss we had shared since she came back into my life. I couldn’t even say we shared it, because I was scared to kiss her back, fearing that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. “Answer me, baby. What am I supposed to do? This is not fair to me, and you know it.” She pressed her lips against mine and forced her tongue inside my mouth. I tasted wine and peppermint. She wiggled a little to get a better position on my dick. She kissed me again, this time rocking back and forth on what was now my growing hard-on. I knew I was in trouble.

“Kyra . . . baby.”

“I like the way you call me baby.”

“Kyra—”

“Rick, if I’m going to lose you, at least let me have this moment. I haven’t been kissed in God knows when. I haven’t been f*cked in God knows when. I want you to f*ck me, Rick.” She was kissing and sucking on my neck. I was the one who was f*cked.

Because my shit was getting too hard, I had to get her off my lap. I went to stand up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

“Kyra . . . baby. We need to talk. Don’t do this.”

“Do what?” She held me tighter as I eased over to the banister and set her on it. She still refused to turn me loose. I felt her hand slide down in my jeans and grab my joint. “Do what, Rick?”

“That, Kyra.” She was squeezing and massaging. “C’mon, now. Let me go. I’m going back to her tonight, Kyra.” I tried to move her hand.

“Not before I get me some of this dick, Rick. Remember the time we f*cked in your mother’s house, in your old bedroom? I remember that. It’s crystal-clear in my mind. I can even feel you inside me.” She purred in my ear, as she nibbled my ear lobe.

This time, when her lips touched mine, I kissed her back, and I couldn’t stop. The king anaconda was fully awakened, and he had a mind of his own. He was doing all of the thinking and was ready to dig into his prey. “Let’s go inside.” I was breathing hard. At this point, I couldn’t contain him if I wanted to.

“Nope. You might change your mind. We are not going anywhere. You’re gonna f*ck me right here. Right now.” She said it so seductively that I couldn’t help but lift her up and snatch off her panties. I hoped that Trae didn’t come to the door only to find me f*cking Kyra on his porch, on his banister. I knew he had to have f*cked Tasha out here, because the height was just right, the width was perfect, and the night sky put you in the mood the same way a nice, slow love song would.

“I want you to feel how wet you’re making me, King Rick,” she whispered into my ear. She grabbed my hand and guided it between her thighs, and I ran my fingers lightly up her p-ssy, teasing her *, causing her to jump and release one of the sexiest moans I had ever heard.

“It’s too late to get jumpy now.” I kissed her throat, causing her to throw her head back and moan.

“I’m not jumpy. I’m just horny.”

She slid my jeans over my ass. I grabbed my steel and put it to her opening. She stiffened up. “Relax,” I ordered her. I buried the head of the anaconda in her tight but wet opening, sliding slightly in and out, causing her to groan as if I was all the way inside of her. “You sure this is what you want?”

“I’m so . . . sure.” She moaned. Her body was shaking.

I then slid all the way in, enjoying the tight grip of her walls. I felt her nails dig into my back as I went deeper and began to f*ck her the way she wanted me to. Her tightness had me ready to come.

“Rick. Rick. Rick,” she kept repeating. “Oh . . . Rick. I wanted this as soon as I realized who you were,” she said as she threw the p-ssy at me.

“Kyra, I missed you so much.” The good p-ssy was forcing me to confess. “I want her to be you. I need her to be you.” I was saying shit I shouldn’t be saying.

“I’m here now. I’m . . . Rick, baby. Oh, that feels . . . so . . . ssso good. F*ck me. Keep f*cking me like that.” She squealed, and her body began to tremble. It vibrated like it had the few times I had taken her tender frame to ecstasy. She wasn’t lying when she said that she was thirsty for a good f*cking. Her p-ssy was on fire and she was riding my dick as if it was the only one on the planet. I grunted as I plunged into her harder.

“Shit,” she mumbled as her eyes rolled into her head and she gasped for air. She clung to my body. I could tell that she was glad to have me in her arms again. Each stroke brought me closer to her. My flesh rubbing against hers, her soft hands clutching at my back, her eyes locking with mines—the way we connected with each other went far and beyond mere sex. When we were together, we were on another plane.

Just then, a van slowed down in front of the house. I pumped inside Kyra’s p-ssy faster. Van or not, I couldn’t stop. The p-ssy was feeling just that good. I was at the point of no return. She was coming as the van pulled into the driveway. I could see the heads of three kids. Nina, my fiancée, got out of the van as I spurt my seed deep into Kyra’s womb.