“Pregnant? My baby is pregnant? Goddamn! We’re gonna have a baby,” he shouted. Then he tried consoling her. “Calm down, baby. We’ll work through this together. It’s no big thing. The hotel has a cleaning service. If we gotta take the dress to New Jersey, that’s what we’ll do. This is New York. We’ll get the dress cleaned. Here, sit down.” He scooped her up and sat her down on the couch, kissing her on the lips. “I’ll be right back.”
He gathered up the expensive Vera Wang gown and left. Shanna and one of the wedding coordinators were on their way to see him. “Do whatever you need to do to get this cleaned ASAP,” he demanded, taking off his shirt and handing it to her as well.
Kay went back inside. She was still crying. Kay laughed, “Come here, beautiful one,” and sat her on his lap. “It’s not that bad, baby. We’ll be runnin’ a little behind schedule, but that’s it.”
“Kay, make all this go away,” she pleaded.
“I can’t make it go away, but I can fix it. I’ll tell the consultant to keep the guests occupied. Let them dance, pass out some drinks, tell jokes, or something.” He phoned the consultant and told her to handle things. They spoke for about five minutes. “There,” he said, wrapping his arms around Angel. “Did I leave anything out? Your dress will be good as new.”
“What about me? Look at my face. My eyes are puffy, and my nose is red and swollen.” She was still crying.
“Baby, you are beautiful. You look beautiful. Your skin is glowing. There’s nothing wrong with your eyes or your nose.”
“Stop lying, Kay.”
“I’m not lying. You just need to stop crying. Everything is under control, trust me. Let me worry about this insignificant shit. It’s all under control.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, it is. A’ight?”
“I love you,” she said, hugging him tight.
“I love you, too. I was wondering why your pussy had been feeling different and tasting so good. I thought it was because I knew we were getting married.” He laughed. “I was like, damn, we should have gotten married a long time go.”
“You are so silly.”
“I’m serious. But here you are getting ready to be my baby’s mama. I’m fuckin’ ecstatic. You know you’re long overdue.”
“What about me opening up my own practice? I was supposed to do that month after next.”
“You still can open it if you want to. Or you can postpone it. Baby it don’t matter. We got fucking millions. You don’t have to do shit if you don’t want to. It’s not like we pressed for cash. Do whatever makes you happy. That’s all that matters to me.”
“That’s why I love you so much, Kaylin Santos.”
“I love you more, Mrs. Angel Santos,” he said, taking off her camisole. “Are you still feeling real tense?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“You want me to get rid of all of your tension?” he asked, run-ning his tongue over her nipples.
“Please do.”
He pulled off her slip and panties, took off his pants and box-ers, and tossed everything on the sofa. Just the sight of his body had Angel’s juice flowing. He pulled off his wife beater T-shirt and stared at her naked, glowing, caramel-colored body. He spread her thighs wider. He stared at the juices slowly easing out her pussy.
“Damn, you are so beautiful,” he mumbled. He softly kissed the inside of her thighs, causing her to moan out loud. She grabbed his head and tried to push it down between her thighs, but he resisted. She closed her eyes and let out some sexy moans as he reached over and slid three fingers deep inside her, slowly moved them in and out. Her cheeks were flushed, and he knew she was dying for him to rock her world.
“You ready to come?” he whispered.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Well, finish for me while I watch.”
She wanted to protest but was too hot to waste time.
“Go ahead ma,” he urged. Then she ran her fingers over her clit and started moving them nice and slow. He could see her pussy lips swell up as she picked up her pace. Her clit was turn-ing redder and swelling up as she closed her eyes getting ready to cum.
“Go baby!” Kay said, his dick throbbing. As soon as her legs started shaking, she screamed his name three times. “I’m here baby,” he said, thrusting the tip of his tongue in and out of her pussy.
He immediately crawled between her thighs and went all the way inside her. “Oh, God!” she screamed, locking her legs around his waist and wildly running her hands up and down his back, butt, and thighs. Kay closed his eyes as she sent chills all up and down his body.
“Damn!” he muttered. “Go ahead and cum baby.” He could hardly hold out any longer. As soon as he felt that first contrac-tion, he bit down on his lip and held still while pushing deep in-side her. She started screaming when he started grinding hard and coming right along with her. He collapsed right on top of her. They lay there just like that for about ten minutes. Then he rolled over and took those two fingers she used to make herself cum and put them in his mouth.
“You are so freaky, Kaylin. I love that about you.”
“Shit baby, we got a wedding to get to. Let’s get in the shower and get this over with so we can come back to bed.”
Angel giggled. “How long is our flight to Hawaii?”
“Almost eight hours.”
“Just me and you? No phones, no pagers, no clients, no traf-fic?”
“Yeah, just me and you Red.”
“Let’s get this over with, then.” She kissed him several times. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
They were out of the shower when the consultants came back with the clothes. It had only taken them an hour and a half.
Meanwhile, Tasha’s sister, Trina, just being nosy, was checking out everybody, welcoming the late arrivals. All of a sudden, this brother walked in and looked her up and down. “Damn, you fine,” she said, peeping his Armani suit and sniffing his sexy cologne.
“You see somethin’ you like?” he asked, not waiting for an answer. “You must be Roz’s baby sister.”
“I’m not a baby.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. You look just like her. You grew up to be all of that!”
“So are you. I know that’s not snakeskin material you got on your eye patch.”
“Yes, it’s snakeskin.”
“I like it. Are you a guest of the groom or the bride?”
“Fuck the groom. I’m here for the bride. She’s my woman.
Can you tell her Snake is here and he needs to talk to her?”
Just then his boys came inside. There were five of them. Every
body was strapped.
A READING GROUP GUIDE
EVERY THUG NEEDS
A LADY
ABOUT THIS GUIDE
The suggested questions are intended to enhance
your group’s reading of this book.
DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
1. Do you know of any young girls who had it as hard as Roz aka Tasha growing up? And if so, were they able to turn their lives around?
2. Was Trae and Tasha in violation for forming a relationship? And if so, who was to blame?
3. All of the men were “Thugs.” Do you think they have what it takes to stay legit? Or will they jump back into the game?
4. After all of Trae and Tasha’s drama, are they ready for a baby?
5. Do you think Trae killed Nikayah?
6. During Trae and Tasha’s altercation did he go overboard when he shot the tire and bit her cheek?
7. Can Kaylin and Angel’s marriage work or are they bound for destruction?
8. What do you think happened when Trae and Kaylin were in Mexico?
9. What was your reaction when Snake showed up at the wed¬ding?
10. Do Angel, Kyra, Jaz and Tasha have an unbreakable friend¬ship?
The following are sample chapters from ’s
highly anticipated upcoming novel
THUG MATRIMONY.
This book will be available in April 2007
wherever books are sold.
ENJOY!
It’s my wedding day. I’m Angel Denise Smith, but today I will officially become Mrs. Kaylin Santos. I am a corporate and
entertainment attorney, and I am marrying a retired drug dealer. He’s a young brother who comes from a big family and who legally has a recycling business and a record label. He has a four year-old son by his ex named Malik, whom I love to death. You should hear him call me “Red,” the nickname his daddy calls me. He’s a trip.
This has been a crazy day, my wedding day. For starters, last night I found out that I’m pregnant. My plan was to surprise my husband tonight on our honeymoon. But as fate would have it, I ate some salsa, guacamole and spicy chips, and two hours later my hand-beaded mother of pearl with swarvoski crystals, Vera Wang dream wedding gown was being used as a vomit dispenser. I was devastated. Then what really pissed me off, is when I sent for my husband-to-be, these two bitch-ass wedding coordinators, whom we are paying, had the nerve to tell me the bride is not supposed to see the groom or some ole off-the-wall bullshit like that. I went the fuck off! I told both of them hoez to get ta stepping! Shit, my husband, my baby, was the only one that could make it right and I needed him. Either that or call off the fucking wedding because it was gong to be my way or the highway. And just as sure as the sun does shine, my baby handled things. He made everything alright, well actually more than alright. After he found out that I was pregnant, he was ecstatic. Then he told me how much he loved me, how beautiful I am, and how I make him complete. Even when I began stressing over the fact that I was ready to practice law full time at the label and wasn’t sure about having a baby at this time, he made it alright again. He told me that the opportunity of practicing law full time wasn’t going anywhere so I might as well enjoy the pregnancy. He said that we had enough money to do whatever the fuck we wanted. And for me not to sweat the small shit. I was like, “I know that’s right!”
Sensing that I was still stressing, he then asked me if I wanted him to get rid of all of my tension. I purred, “Please do,” and closed my eyes as he began to run his tongue over my pregnant nipples. I didn’t give a damn about all the guests sitting down-stairs waiting for our grand entrance. He then undressed me and spread my thighs so that he could look at my pregnant pussy. I could feel the juices trickle down as I watched my baby lick his lips while yanking off the Armani pants he was getting ready to walk down the aisle in. “Damn, this nigga is so fine,” I thought to myself. He began kissing the inside of my thighs and in four seconds flat, just like Lloyd Banks would say, “I’m on fire!” I grabbed that nigga’s head trying to guide it to the spot but he wouldn’t allow it because he decided he wants to tease. I though I was gonna die! That’s when he eased three fingers inside me and began working my juicy pussy, but as soon as he saw I was about to nut he slides them out and tells me to finish myself off. I was in pure ecstasy as he watched me take myself to the stairways to heaven. As soon as my legs started shaking my nigga crawled all the way up inside me. He was fucking me so good that I was screaming. We both bust our nuts at the same time. And believe you me all of my tension was gone!
After about ten minutes he reminded me that we had a wedding ceremony to perform and pictures to take. So we got up, showered together, and as soon as he got dressed he headed out to get the photographer and our parents.
So now I have my dream wedding gown back on, vomit free, and I’m sitting here at the vanity table looking in the mirror. Basically I’m just waiting for the photo session to commence. I have two group photos in front of me. The first one is of all the bridesmaids and the picture is beautiful. We were having dinner at Kaylin’s mother’s house. Then my gaze goes over to my sho’nuff dawgs. I’m crying now because I’m looking at an eight by ten flick of me, and my girls Jaz, Tasha, and Kyra. We went to an Olan Mills studio to do this one, right before we all gradu-ated. I can honestly say that those are my girls for life. We all have been through some shit, good times and some bad. Lots of bad (and if you haven’t read Thugs and the Women Who Love Them, do so and you’ll find out just how bad.) Anyway, I love these chicks.
Kyra is my cousin. Her mom and my mom are sisters. That ho was strung out on heroin, overdosed, the whole nine yards. You talkin’ about a survivor. Her face should be by that word in the dictionary. She is still going to school to become a psychologist. She is enrolled in a Graduate Program at UCLA. She married Marvin, her nigga from back in the day. He got her strung out, did a eight-year bid upstate, came back for her and they’ve been thick as thieves every since. What makes me the happiest is that other than weed, they both have been drug free and have been blessed with a beautiful daughter named Aisha. They left New Jersey and moved to California.
Then there’s Jaz. That bitch is a whole mess. A fuckin’ genius! Too smart for her own damn good. Can be dumb as hell some-times, too. Like the time she had that NBA nigga, not in her crib but all up in Faheem’s spot. That bitch and the baller almost lost their lives. Come to think of it, that was also around the time when we found out she was working in a meth lab and had been doing so for almost a year. She was stackin’ mad dough but living off of Faheem’s. They got married and even though Jaz didn’t want any babies, Faheem wasn’t tryna hear that shit. They ended up with a spoiled little girl name Kaeerah. Jaz went to jail over that meth shit and was looking at football numbers. But Faheem, that nigga, did some grimey shit and next thing you know she beat the case. He’s a real “G,” stuck by her through it all. Now she’s living in the ATL, going to the Morehouse School of Medicine, which is the only part of the school that is co-ed. I hope she don’t get into no shit, ’cause niggas are everywhere! Nah mean!
Last but not least is my girl Tasha, the drama queen. She’s another one who has been dragged through the fire. But just like gold, she came out shining. She went from hoeing at the age of nine or thirteen (you gotta read Every Thug Needs a Lady to get all of those juicy details) to selling dope, to her hooking up with one drug dealer only to be snatched up by that same drug dealer’s partna, Trae. That shit was crazy! She lost their first baby during some mad, mad drama that they was going through but now she has twins and is pregnant with another one. She’s one of them hoez that if you look at her wrong she gets pregnant. Anyway I love her and if she hadn’t been snatched up by Trae, I would have never met my Boo. That was weird the way that shit worked out. Trae and Kaylin are partners in crime. It’s like they are brothers from another mother or spiritual twins, some shit like that. However, he is so good to her and for her she is always happy and has changed and matured so beautifully, I can only thank God for everything he has done for all of us. Tasha and Trae are the only ones outta the crew that didn’t have a big wedding. They snuck off and got married in Jamaica or somewhere. They got money coming outta their asses and they, too, have moved to Cali. Tasha is a physical therapist and has her own rehab center. She gets to work on all of them big money gettin’ ball players.
That’s right; there is nothing lazy about none of us. We may be hood, but we all know how to turn that shit on and off when needed. Now that’s what’s up!
Now me? My shit is so fucked up I don’t even want to talk about it. For example, like I said, today is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, my wedding day. But somehow it turns into my wedding blues. I can’t even bring myself to talk about it. So I’ll let Wahida fill y’all in. That chick is wicked with the pen.
We love you Wahida! I’m out.