I Choose You 3 : The Matrimony

by Diamond Johnson

  “Tisha, I been calling your ass for an hour straight. Everybody here, we just waiting on you to come,” he barked into the phone. I hated when his ass would rush me like this. I had to get myself ready, plus his two kids.

  “I’ll be there soon,” I said, annoyed with his ass for coming at me that way.

  “Tisha, get fucked up if you want to,” he said, and I waved him off like he could see me through the phone.

  “Bye Otis, I’m not about to argue with you, with your daughters sitting right here. Like I said, I’ll be there soon,” I said, and kindly hung up the phone on his ass.

  He had some nerve yelling at me, while I was at home getting myself and the kids ready, while trying to cook at the same time. I walked outside with Harmony on my hip and holding onto Tamia’s hand. I put them both in their car seats and turned the car on, and headed back inside the house to bring out the tray of food and to get my purse. Five minutes later, I was out the door and on the way to Ka’lani’s house. I hope Otis’ ass wasn’t with the bullshit when I got over there, because I really wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with his ass.

  At 6:15 p.m., I was pulling up inside Ka’lani’s driveway. I parked the car and went around in the back to get my babies out of their seats. Crazy, because even though I had lost my child, I still in a sense felt like I had gained another child with Tamia. I loved her and treated her as if I had birthed her. I’m not even going to lie, I felt some type of way about the situation at first but after a while, I learned to accept the fact that Tamia was now going to be a big part of our lives, and I had no choice but to get to the program. She never gave me any problems, and she didn’t talk back to me or Otis. I had to admit that Akira did a damn good job with raising Tamia.

  I walked inside the house and spoke to everybody except for Otis’ rude ass. That nigga really had a way of fuckin pissing me off. It’s just the little things that he would do that would cause me to go to 100 real quick with his ass. After handing my baby to Ka’lani and seeing Tamia ran over to her daddy, I walked back out to the car to get the food from out of my trunk.

  Otis

  We were all chilling at Ty and Lani’s crib waiting to eat when my girl and daughters walked in, and Tisha brought her ass in there and didn’t say two damn words to me. I knew she was mad about me yelling at her on the phone, but so the fuck what! Her ass did that shit all the time. No matter what the event was, her ass was always late. If something started at 3, her ass wouldn’t start getting ready until 3, knowing she took an hour or more to get ready and that’s just including herself; that’s not including getting Harmony and Tamia ready. I left out early that morning to go to Ty and Ka’lani’s house, because I was helping Ty barbecue.

  “Hey Daddy,” my beautiful daughter Tamia said, running to me and jumping in my lap. I swear, every time I saw her, I was constantly reminded of the four years of her life that I had missed out on, and I was busting my ass every day to make sure that I made up for that. Crazy how once Tamia found out that I was her father, she took to me immediately. Just like Harmony and Tisha, she had me wrapped around her finger and I could never seem to tell her no to anything.

  “Hey daddy baby, how you doing today?” I asked after kissing her all over her face.

  “I’m good. I was helping mama Tisha with Harmony this morning,” my daughter told me. I smiled because even though Tamia was only four years old, she always helped out with the baby. I loved the bond that Harmony and Tamia shared. The way that Harmony’s little eyes would spark up whenever she would see her big sister always did something to me.

  “That’s good, Tamia. Go over there with your little sister while I go outside and talk to Tisha,” I said, kissing her cheek, and she stood up to go play with Harmony.

  I headed outside to talk to Tisha and see what the hell her problem was. When I stepped off the porch, I saw her squatting down picking up the keys that she dropped, so I snuck up behind her and grabbed her around her waist. She looked back at me and sucked her teeth.

  “Damn, you scared me, move!” she said, wiggling her way out from my grip.

  I watched her walk to the car, and she looked so fuckin good in them jeans–the way her ass sat up and that gap she had between her thighs, thanks to me laying that shit down proper every fuckin night. I jogged up to her, walked up on her, and picked her up, then sat her on the hood of my Camaro that was parked in the driveway.

  “Otis, what are you doing? I came out here to get the food,” she said, trying to get down.

  I opened up her legs and pulled her close to me as I stood in the middle of her. She smelled so fuckin good. I took her hands from off the car and placed them around my neck.

  “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that earlier. It’s just you wasn’t answering the damn phone. You forgive daddy?” I asked, running my tongue against her lips. I knew she would forgive a nigga. Just like she had me wrapped around her finger, I had her ass wrapped around mine as well. She couldn’t leave a nigga alone, even if she wanted to.

  “Yes I forgive you,” she said, kissing me on my lips.

  I leaned in closer to her, and we started tonguing each other down right there. Tisha started moaning against my lips, and I knew right then I had to stop before I flipped her ass over, right here outside in front of everybody in broad daylight.

  “Can y’all bring y’all nasty asses on so we can eat please?” Ka’lani said, yelling from the porch.

  We started laughing, and I told sis that we were coming. I helped Tisha up off the car, and she walked to her car to get the food from her trunk. We headed back inside to be with everybody else.

  Tyrone

  We were all at my house on this 4th of July afternoon eating, waiting for the sun to go down so that the men could start doing the fireworks. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my wife on my lap as she ate her food. She was the last one to eat, because she had to take the baby upstairs and change her. So far, things around the house were going good. Everybody was getting along; even Ka’lani’s parents were there, in the same room with each other. They tried to act like they didn’t want to sit near each other, but I knew that behind closed doors that they were fuckin. I found that shit so funny, and Ka’lani’s ass would get mad as fuck whenever I mentioned that her parents were fuckin. She knew the shit too; her ass just didn’t want to admit to the shit, but hey, Phillip and Sharon was grown as fuck so if they wanted to do they nasty, that’s them; wasn’t nobody about to start judging them. I really thought that shit was actually cute that after all these years, they finally got together.

  A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, and Ka’lani got up to go get it.

  “Naw baby, you stay here and finish eating, I’ll go get it,” I told her, trying to pull her back down by her waist.

  “It’s fine baby, I got it,” she said, and walked quickly to the door.

  I didn’t know what was up, but I knew that my wife was up to something. Her ass never jumped up that damn quick to get the damn door. Half of the time if the doorbell did ring, she was sending me to the door to go open it. A few minutes later, she walked back into the kitchen area were everybody was, and she came back with that bitch Symone. I couldn’t believe that Ka’lani brought this ho inside my damn house. I hadn’t seen her ass since that night Lani came and beat her ass in my office. I didn’t even know that they was cool like, that so I was confused.

  I sucked my teeth in irritation. “Ka’lani, what the fuck is this hoe doing here?” I barked, getting out of my seat. Maybe if Ka’lani had warned my ass about this shit, I probably wouldn’t have been so mad about the situation, but her ass caught me off guard and I wasn’t expecting to see this bitch in my damn house.

  “Baby, be nice,” Ka’lani said, ushering for Symone to go into the den area. After Symone went and sat down in the den, I walked over to my wife. I was ten seconds away from snapping on her ass.

  “Why the fuck you got this bitch in my house? That’s how we do it now? A bitch
try to fuck your man and you thinks it’s okay to have the hoe around our family?” I asked Ka’lani. I know that I had previously told Ka’lani that if she wanted to have a relationship with Symone, that’s was fine with me. Hell, that was her sister and I wasn’t about to keep her away from her own blood, but never did I say that I had to have a relationship with the bitch. Just because that was Ka’lani’s sister didn’t mean that I had to be around this bitch at all.

  She ignored me while she walked over to her girls, and acted like she didn’t hear me talking to her. I walked over to her and grabbed her up by her Burberry shirt that she was wearing. I wasn’t about to hit her, I just jacked her ass up. I hated when Ka’lani tried to down play a situation and then tried to ignore me like she didn’t hear me talking to her ass. She knew she was in the wrong for not telling me that Symone was coming to the house, which is why her ass didn’t have shit to say.

  “Ty, that’s my fuckin sister. We worked out our problems already. Now get the fuck off me! You was the one that told me in the first place that I should try to build a relationship with her for the sake of Aaliyah!” she screamed, trying to get away from my grip. I let go of her shirt and shoved her so hard that she fell flat on her ass in front of everybody. I promise I didn’t mean to make her ass fall, but when I let go with so much force, her ass went down with it. Tisha helped pick Lani off the floor, and I knew right then and there that I had fucked up.

  “Ty, you wrong for that,” Tisha said once Ka’lani had left and ran upstairs.

  “Tyrone, I ought to fuck your ass up for man handling my damn daughter like that!” Sharon, Ka’lani’s mother said, getting in my face. Phillip’s ass was outside with the niggas, so luckily he didn’t see what happened because I would have hated to have to put the paws on Ka’lani’s old man.

  “I’m sorry mama Sharon, I’m about to go fix it now,” I said, kissing her on her cheek as she waved me off. Surprisingly, Sharon and I were getting along much better since her and Ka’lani had gotten closer over the past months. Back in the day when I first started messing with Ka’lani, Sharon’s ass couldn’t stand me for shit. Hell, she knew I was fuckin her daughter, that’s why she didn’t like my ass for shit. The first day Ka’lani introduced me to her mother, her mom looked at me liked I reeked of shit. She didn’t like my ass, so I didn’t like her ass either but I was always respectful towards her, because I loved her daughter so fuckin much.

  I ran upstairs to go check on my wife. I didn’t mean to make her lil ass fall though, but I did mean to snatch her ass up. It just so happened that she fell in the process. When I walked in the room, she was coming from out of the bathroom that was in our bedroom, wiping her face.

  “You get on my fuckin nerves, always tryna embarrass somebody,” she said, walking past me and trying to get out of the room. Funny how she wasn’t mad about the fact that I jacked her ass up; she was just made at the simple fact that I made her fall.

  “Ka’lani, you and I both know that that shit was a damn accident,” I said, walking over to her and putting her in a bear hug.

  “Tyrone move, get off me!” she yelled, trying to get from out of that tight hold that I had on her. I picked her up and held her up in the air, acting like I was going to drop her. Every time she came like an inch from the ground, I would throw her back up so that she wouldn’t fall on her head.

  “Tyy stoppp…ohhh my God, put me down!” my wife screamed.

  I had her hanging upside down, and she was punching me in the back, trying to get me to put her down. One last time, I threw her up and acted like I wasn’t going to catch her. I put her down when she started making threats though; I wasn’t about to get my ass killed in here fuckin with her evil ass.

  “You act like a fuckin jit, move!” she yelled, making her way around me and trying to get out the door.

  “Wait baby, for real, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to come at you like that down there, and I damn sure didn’t mean to make you fall. You know I fuckin love your ass, but damn, what did you expect? I didn’t even know you was back cool with Symone. Why you didn’t tell me that anyways?” I asked her, being serious this time.

  “I just thought you would feel like I was stupid for even being in contact with the bitch for what she did, that’s why. But that’s in the past, me and here are good,” my wife assured me.

  “Just because y’all good don’t mean I got to be good with the bitch,” I told her.

  “Baby, just try to be cordial with her, for me please?” my wife asked, looking up at me.

  “Okay, and you got to do something for daddy too,” I smirked.

  “Whatever daddy wants, he gets,” my wife said, walking up to me.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we got into a steamy kissing session. The way she was moaning in my mouth while we were kissing was turning a nigga on to the fullest. We pulled apart, and I walked with her over to our bathroom. I didn’t really want our guests to hear us, so I closed the door in the bathroom behind us.

  “Turn around and face the mirror,” I told Ka’lani as soon as I shut the door.

  She turned around like she was told, and placed her hands on the counter. I wrapped my arm around her waist, reached down, and pulled off her jeans. When they got towards her ankles, she stepped out of them for me. I picked them up off the floor and laid them on the towel rack. I slid her thong to the side and slid my middle finger in there. She was past wet, just like I knew she would be.

  “Shit,” she moaned, leaning down.

  “Naw, stand your ass up straight,” I said, reaching under her shirt to massage her titties.

  She started throwing her ass back and forth on my finger real slow, and that’s when I stuck another one in there. I felt like she was getting ready to cum, so I took my hand from out of her shirt and used it to unzip my jeans, letting them hit the floor. I eased my fingers out of her pussy so that I could hold her still, and she looked back at me like, what the fuck?

  “Fix your face, I’m trying to hold your ass still because I know you bout to start running,” I told her, knowing her ass so fuckin well. I knew how my wife would get to acting when I was fuckin her hard and deep from the back, getting all in them guts.

  “Try me,” she challenged me, looking back and throwing her long, curly hair over her right shoulder.

  She flinched as I entered her pussy from the back, and I leaned up and bit down hard on her shoulder blade to keep myself from screaming out loud. I swear my wife’s pussy was Heaven to me.

  “Ughhh,” she moaned out loud, fucking me back and getting into the swing of things once my entire dick was inside of her.

  “That’s my girl,” I coached as I stood there and watched my wife back that ass up on my dick. I put my hands down at my sides and let Ka’lani do all the work. This was her show, and I wanted to watch her do her thing. She was squeezing my dick with that tight ass pussy, and I swear I thought my shit was going to drown in that mutha fucka because her shit was so fuckin wet.

  “Dammmnnn babbbyy riggghhttt thherree,” she moaned out, speeding up her movements on my dick.

  “Let that shit out. Get your shit off,” I yelled out, bringing my hand around so that I could slap her on her ass.

  “Shittt I’m cumminnng,” she moaned.

  She started slamming her ass real hard against me. My chains around my neck were slapping her on the back each time she slammed her ass back into my chest, leaving little whelps in the process. She threw her head back in pure ecstasy, eyes rolling in the back of her head from that good ass dick that she was receiving. I planted numerous of hickies around her neck while she leaned her head backwards on my chest.

  “Cum one more time for daddy,” I whispered in her ear, reaching around to play with her clit.

  I picked her up and sat her on the edge of the sink. I held her by her ankles and slid all the way inside her. Her hands were wrapped around my neck as she tongued me down.

  “Shittt baby, just like that,” she moaned after I slowed things d
own a little bit for her. I was no longer hitting her with rapid, quick strokes; instead, I was being gentle, giving her deep ass, slow strokes.

  I gave her a few more strokes, and she started cuming, and I was right behind her ass.

  “Damn Tyy ughhh…shit nigga,” she groaned, resting her head on my chest and breathing all hard.

  Once again, I beat that shit up right, just the way she liked me to. I lifted her up off the counter, and we got into the shower together. After getting out, I threw on my Jordan basketball shorts and a wife beater. I smacked Lani on the ass and told her to just meet me downstairs. When I got down there, everybody had went outside to start the fireworks. I didn’t even know that we were gone that long.

  Ten minutes later, Ka’lani strolled outside with the “I just got the shit fucked out of me” face on. She walked over and took Aaliyah from Kyla, and sat down with her on her lap. Tisha walked over to my wife and whispered something in her ear, and they died laughing. Knowing Tisha, it’s no telling what her ass was telling my damn wife. The rest of the night went pretty good. Everybody had a good time, despite the fact that I didn’t want Symone’s ass nowhere around me, and I’m pretty sure she knew that because the whole night, she kept her distance away from me. I wasn’t trying to be an asshole about the situation, but I didn’t fuck with her and I would appreciate it if she acted as if I didn’t exist, and I would gladly do the same.

  Chapter 17: Kyla

  It was a Monday morning and I had just woke up after a long night, messing around with Cevon’s ass. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, and I noticed that it was already 11:00. When I looked to the right of me, I noticed Cevon wasn’t laying there. I jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom to take my shower and to do my daily hygiene. After I did my hair and changed into some clothes, I headed downstairs to eat me a big bowl of cereal. When I finished eating, I went over to the sink to wash my bowl, and that’s when I heard the front door open.