by Love Belvin
So lost in his touch, I didn’t help much when Trent pulled up my shorts enough for me to straddle him. He walked around the table and the next thing I felt was a towel placed over my half exposed butt. We were in the laundry room, across from the garage door. April hadn’t made it back home yet and Kyree was across the road with Jordan tonight. But his security was now with us practically fulltime and overnight. They may have not escorted him to Harlem so he could be thrown off, but they certainly followed us home in a car, coming in before we fell out of the limo, kissing in an impassioned fury. The towel was for them.
Trent chose the elevator over the steps. As soon as he hit the button for the second floor, he let me down to peel off my shorts finally. Dropping to his knees, he pulled them from beneath my boots until they were off then tossed into the corner. His warm hands swept up my legs to my hips. He kissed the inside of my thighs. I yanked his hat off and caressed his head. Then his hands pushed up to my waist. Before I knew it, they were en route to my belly. Without hesitation, I grabbed his hands, jerking them up to motion him to rise.
“We’re here,” I murmured, wrapping my hands around his neck so he could lift me.
On cue, he did. We ravished each other’s mouths down the hall, all the way to the master suite where he lowered me on to the bed. I shuffled to my knees and watched him undress. His jacket flew to the floor, hitting the side of the dresser. His shirt landed somewhere out of sight. Trent’s thick appendage was the pleasure of my vista as he kicked out of his Ase Garb’s.
Art. Art! That was the best way to describe his body. The ripples, curves, and slabs of muscles stacked on top of one another creating lust-worthy virility. I wanted him again. Needed him now.
“Trentiiiiiiin!” she cried with the top of her forehead skin-on-skin to my neck as I aped her ass, pounding into her from the back.
Her walls were quaking, my sweat was pouring, her shoulders shaking, and my cock swelling. Jade was about to come again. This time, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. The liquor had been wearing off since we left the City and now, I had no barrier to spilling into my wife, shooting my first nut in weeks. I wanted to make it last as long as I could, but Jade smelled good and felt even better. Her pussy gripped me, tightening and loosening. Her voice was scratchy now from screaming and moaning since we walked in the house.
And now I had her where I wanted her. She was on all fours, underneath me as I covered her like a spider, my legs wider and arms outside of hers. I umbrella’d her, slamming into her gooey pussy. Caging her like the beast I turned into for her.
“Uuuuh…” she breathed out as her walls flexed around me.
I pelted hard, bunching the comforter in my hands as I did. I loved feeling her shaking like mad because of me. Her little shoulders knocking against me as she went crazy in pleasure. It pushed me over the edge, and the next thing I knew, I was blasting off.
“Fuuuu—”
With a shaky arm, Jade reached back and pulled my face into hers, kissing me, swallowing my groans. Damn… She felt like magic, curving underneath me. My abs strained as I curled over her. I never copped to it, but Jade knew her kissing me while I’m coming drove me crazy. She was boss with it. Taking my load and my cries.
She pulled from my mouth, and I was out of breath.
“You my wife…Jade?” I could hardly speak.
Jade pushed further onto my dick, wiggled her hips, and moaned, “Forever my big guy.”
I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Jade sitting up in bed, fingering her hair while looking into the mirror over the dresser, across from the bed. I pulled the comforter back and crawled in, kissing her shoulder before laying back on the pillows.
“You good?”
“Mmmhmmm,” she hummed, still flicking her hair curls although she was about to knock out. It was late.
“I mean the baby.”
In the shower, I started feeling guilty about being rough. I shouldn’t have had sex with her after drinking so much.
“The baby’s perfectly fine, Trent,” she sang, being sarcastic. “I am, too, in case you care. It’s been me going without. Not the baby,” she spoke while looking at herself in the mirror.
Jade loved playing in her hair.
I stumbled, not knowing where to go from there. I did ask about her.
But had the baby in mind…
“Ky left his iPod and his father’s been blowing him up. Maybe letting him go over there to stay the night was a good idea after all.”
I hoped she wasn’t asking me for an answer. After the way Ryder showed out at Ky’s party, I had nothing for him. Now, I understood Jade’s concerns about him. He had no more grace with me. The kid would never get that off again. Ky’s father or not, Ryder would get handled.
“Your weave’s dope. I like that natural look you got going.”
“It’s not a weave. It’s pregnancy hair, and I love it.”
“Say the word! I can give you some more. Have it coming all down your back, if you want.”
“Trent…”
I chuckled, liking to tease Jade.
“A’ight. I just wanted to loosen you up for what I’m about to tell you.”
Her arms went down to her folded lap and she turned to face me.
“You’ve been in and out and we’ve been off. And you were tempted to sleep with someone else. Now you want to separate, but you can’t.” She dipped her chin. “Because I filed the marriage license and you saw it for yourself. We’z married now.”
I cocked my head to the side, not finding that cute.
“Don’t start that, J.”
“What? Don’t start what?”
“Don’t start that foolishness about me being tempted with other chicks. The only temptation I suffered from was not ripping your lil coochie shorts off, back in Harlem, in front of everybody.”
“Trent!”
“Oh, now it’s, ‘Trent’.” I shook my head. “Don’t say stuff like that, J. You gotta speak life into us, not fear of me cheating and pass it off as a joke. This thing is serious to me, man!” My voice may not have been raised, but I was getting upset.
After the way I’d just gone crazy on her, she brought up cheating, of all things.
She leaned over and kissed me. Her little fingers combed my beard, making my sacs tingle.
“If it’s about the baby, I’ve already told your PR people,” her soft tone was soothing.
“Who?”
“Elle?”
“When?”
“Last night. It wasn’t planned. We’ve been in touch about the party for months, and last night I called her with last minute details and it came up.”
“How did something like you being pregnant come up?”
She shrugged. “The last thing she asked was if there was anything else she should know. I knew she was referring to the party, but if felt like the right thing to do.” She paused for a second or two. “I hope I didn’t step on your toes.”
My head went back and eyes stretched. “Nah. I just didn’t expect you to do that.”
Jade sighed. “I’m trying. I really am. I just…it just caught me off guard, is all. No, I didn’t want a baby this soon. My plan was to get you to a more trusting place emotionally. And maybe we could have thought about a baby in a couple of years. But I’m ready to tell Ky. I asked Elle to wait until Monday to send out the press release.”
“So soon?”
Jade shrugged again. “I’ll have a gown selected soon. It will be maternity. I don’t want your wedding day to be overshadowed by false scandal of a trap baby. I’m hoping the news of the wedding will eclipse the pregnancy talk.”
I nodded. We agreed not to make the wedding date public and even sent that request to our guests in the invitation.
“Listen, J.” I sat up. “About the wedding: I don’t know how to say this…”
“Just say it,” her tone was clipped, eyes chased mine.
I nodded again and licked my lips.
“I’m looking for you
r father.”
Her forehead wrinkled. “My father? How do you know my father? I’ve never met my father.” Her eyes went out into the room.
“I don’t know him. But I thought I could find him in case you wanted to.” I pulled her chin to face me. “Do you want to?”
Her eyes danced around my face as she thought about that. Jade’s facial muscles loosened before tightening again.
“I never thought about it—at least since I’ve been a kid. George…” she didn’t say anymore.
“I know. He’s held you down, but I know you always say you wish you had somebody to stand up to ya moms and balance her point of views. And now with you getting married and having another baby and all, I thought it’d be nice to have all the pieces to your puzzle in front of you.”
A single tear slipped from her hazel eye. “You think about me like that?”
My face wrinkled. “Like what? Wanting you to have it all? Doing anything I can to make you whole like you do for me?” She was bugging. “I wish I could do more.”
Jade’s eyes closed and more tears came. She swiped them with a hand before looking at me again.
“I don’t know how you’ll find him.”
“I got somebody good looking into it. Could hear back something as soon as tomorrow. What you do with the info is up to you.”
Jade took a deep breath, eyes going out into the room again.
“I reached out to George.”
“Word?”
She nodded. “I knew they’d be receiving the invitation soon and I wanted him to hear the news from me first.” My eyes fell to my lap. “He said he’s spoken to you and you told him about the wedding and the baby. Thanks, Trent.” My eyes rolled up to hers. “I know you tried bridging the gap between my stubborn mom and me.” She bit her lip. “I’ve been praying about it. Especially because I asked George to walk me down the aisle.”
“What he say?”
Her cheeks went up and mouth pushed out as though she was about to cry. “I think he cried when he said yes.”
Whoa…
“Glad he’s stepping up again.”
Jade nodded as she scooted down the bed to lay on my chest.
“Me, too,” she whispered.
“Oh! It’s hot in here,” April spoke up as we traveled through the small Pennsauken home. I sniffled with my chin in the air, smelling barbeque. It wasn’t stale in odor as Cora Mae’s, but it was…dead. No pictures on the walls, minimal furniture, and at least two cats striding stealthily around. “You back here, Brenda?”
No one answered, but the sound of music lured April to the back of the house and I followed, curiously. Stephanie Mills sang, “What Cha Gonna Do with My Lovin’?” louder and louder as we approached the kitchen. The screen door was closed while the main one was open. April headed out there.
Soon, I could hear the crackle from the grill. Brenda was out there dancing over it with her back to us. She was stiff, but healthy as her shoulders swayed and left fingers snapped. It was a warm April afternoon. Nice enough to cook out.
“Brenda, girl, you ain’t hear us comin’ in?” April called out to her again, this time getting her attention.
Brenda turned with a bottle of Corona to her mouth. Her eyes drew wild, but everything else froze as she registered her guests—well, April. That’s when Brenda recognized her. I didn’t wait. I moved in front of April with my forehead stretched and eyes just as big as hers.
“You couldn’t make it to your son’s birthday party, Brenda?”
For a flash, I caught a feature of my husband’s in her face. Faint, but stark recognition.
Brenda’s betrayed eyes tossed to April.
Then she addressed me. “Who you think you talkin’ to? I’ve been busy!”
“Busy?” She wanted to go there.
“Yeah.” She turned to face us. “You talkin’ about a party; I been sick back here lately. But I ain’t gotta explain myself to you, little girl.”
“You didn’t look sick a couple of weeks ago at Trick’s birthday party at that strip club in Delaware.” I moved to rest on one hip. “Wasn’t too damn sick to cook all the food for it!”
Brenda’s eyes shot over to April again.
“I ain’t know you cooked the food,” April tried clearing her name.
I stepped closer. “You were caught on this phenomenon called social media, Brenda. Trick and his girlfriend have all the pictures of you putting out the food you cooked for over fifty people—at a party my husband wasn’t invited to, by the way. Ones showing you helping the strippers get ready for their little dance for Trick, and you getting a lap dance yourself. You been admitted since all that action? Ain’t nobody post about it, so I really don’t know.”
Again, Brenda glanced confused eyes over to April. Yes, I had ambushed her, but April wasn’t the culprit. I’d been visiting Trent’s family’s pages since I met them, thinking it would bring more understanding to the man I’d fallen helplessly for. This morning, when I’d searched their pages to see what was more important than them at least calling to say they couldn’t make it; I saw Trick posting about his sister putting food on the grill in this nice spring weather.
Oh, they do barbeques, but can’t acknowledge my husband?
No. This had to be confronted.
“What I do ain’t none of your damn business! I ain’t gotta explain myself to you. I ‘on’t even know you.” She peered over to April again. “What’s this mess you bringing my way, April?”
“I just thought if we could talk—” April tried until I stepped in between them.
“You’re right: you don’t owe me anything, but you do owe my husband just an ounce of respect when he’s being celebrated—hell, just acknowledge the man’s alive. He’s your only living son, Brenda!”
“I ain’t none of your business, girl!” she yelled.
“And thank god for that!” I adopted her tone. “But let me tell you how this is going to go. You will be at that wedding, and with bells on. You will congratulate him. And you will dance with my husband at his reception!”
“Husband? Wedding?” I heard from behind me. Trick walked up on us, carrying plastic grocery bags. “Shit you saying don’t even make sense. Don’t bring that shit here.”
His face was twisted, and lips snarled, exposing his missing tooth. Trick was…ugly. Plain and simple. Beautiful ebony skin wasted on played out cornrows, baggy clothes, and thug persona. When he smiled, I saw traces of the Baileys in his face. Trick resembled Brenda, and not Shank so much.
Thank goodness for Trenton Jackson’s strong DNA…
“Oh!” I breathed. “You can speak when you see me. Nice to know. It would’ve been better to get a regret about you not coming last night instead of you being a no show.”
“Here you go with this. First he sent you down to bitch about Christmas gifts. Christmas gifts! Now, he crying ‘cause ain’t nobody come to his ritzy ass party. Sick of this nigga’s bitchin’!”
“First of all,” I stepped closer to Trick, who stood guard near his big sister, “Cora Mae showed in a damn wheelchair with her bestie and daughter. Second of all, Trent doesn’t bitch! What’s a bitch is how you don’t even speak to him. How you two grew up together like brothers, but for some reason you can’t stand to sit in the same room as him. How his mother”—I regarded Brenda—“the one who’s supposed to be his first love and protector doesn’t even speak to him! And I heard about that hospital incident.”
My eyes went back to Trick. “If he was such a bitch, why didn’t he tell me that? Huhn? Could you imagine Cora Mae never calling to check up on you? Never wishing you a happy birthday? Merry Christmas? I don’t have a great relationship with my own mother, but she instinctively connects to me through our DNA! This woman is about as heartless as a cuckoo bird!”
I gazed straight into the eyes of Brenda Bailey. “You know what a cuckoo bird is, Brenda? You should be well versed with your kin! They are some of the worst mothers in creation. They leave their eggs with
other species of birds to nest for them, then go back to their commitment-free lives as though they were never one with their offspring. You, my dear Brenda, are a cuckoo bird!”
“Hold up, man!” Trick stepped to me, his battered face screwed with rage. “You ain’t gone be running up in here—”
I practically jumped in his face. In just seconds, April shrieked and took me at the arm. But I was not afraid of Trick.
“YOU WILL BE AT HIS WEDDING ON MAY TWENTIETH AND GRACIOUSLY OR ELSE THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY!”
“Or else what?” he challenged me.
“Now, hold up, Trick!” April tried. “Jade, don’t forget about the baby!”
Trick backed up slightly, his eyes dropped inadvertently to my waist. I turned to Brenda, catching her doing the same thing in her stupor.
“Yup. I’m pregnant.”
“No surprise here,” Trick spat. “Just a matter of time before you got what you wanted anyway. Dude’s a fuckin’ sucker,” he hissed, rolling his eyes.
That incensed me even more.
“Maybe he should’ve gone with a busted one like yours,” I returned.
“Jade!” April shouted.
“A busted one that’ll beat ya lil ass!” Trick shot back. “I’ll call her over here now!”
I snorted. “She could try. And after I’m done mopping the ground with her wrinkled face, I’ll tighten her weave!” My chin was in the air, daring Trick.
And when I expected him to reach for his phone and call, he didn’t. Trick just stood there. I wouldn’t back down. I may not have come from a tough neighborhood, but I’d been top of my class when learning from Ryshon and his hood ass people. Yes, I was afraid of losing my baby. Even more afraid of losing Trent when he learned how it happened, but Trick liked accusing people of being soft. I wanted him to know I was not.
“Man, get the fuck outta here. My sister don’t need this stress. She sick.”