Chapter 8
Y unique did not appear to be thinking about marriage. Maybe she was wilding out to get it out of her system before she got married… a bachelorette party of sorts. Shiiiid, I would fuck her world up without a second thought if that was what she wanted. I continued watching her bounce her ass, wishing I was the one smacking that shit instead of Vegas’s wife.
I slowly licked my lips as I tore my gaze away from her to find Jungle staring at me. I closed my eyes for a moment, then said, “She so fucking fine. It’s hard, nigga. Her being in the mood she’s in tonight ain’t making shit no better.”
He smirked. “She drunk as fuck. I ain’t never seen her like this either. But… she getting married soon. She hasn’t given us a date yet though.”
I nodded and brought my gaze back to her. She looked to be having the time of her life. Her nipples were still hard as fuck. It was hell not grabbing her ass. I was trying to be respectful, especially with Jungle and Vegas watching, although it seemed like she wanted me to disrespect every inch of her. I swore I would flip that bougie ass pussy inside out.
The barmaid brought me a Hennessy and Coke. I took a sip and turned to Vegas to see he was in his phone with a frown on his face. I left him to his business and took my gaze back to the women, falling all over each other. I could see Jungle in my peripheral, slowly shaking his head but smiling at the same time. Seeing him and Vegas smile was weird as hell to me.
“So what’chu been up to, man?”
I turned toward Vegas to see he was still in his phone. So I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or not until he looked up at me. “Not too much. Just trying to get a couple more contracts and buy two more trucks. Plus, I tapped into my sensitivity and went to Arranged Hearts today.”
They both frowned and sat up in their seats. “Nigga, you did what?”
“I had an interview with Arranged Hearts today. Since Yunique is already matched, y’all don’t have to worry about that.”
“Damn. I didn’t think you would be down for something like that,” Jungle said.
“Me either until I read up on them.”
“Well, my sister did it, and they seem to be happy. That’s why we’re here. They had their first baby together almost two weeks ago.”
I nodded, then turned my attention back to Yunique to find her staring at me. If Mo had fucked with her like I thought Vegas was insinuating, I knew there was no way things would work out between us. If I didn’t tell her, she would surely find out. No matter how nonexistent my relationship with him was, I didn’t think she would be cool with that at all.
I wanted her though… every fucking inch of her.
Maybe I jumped the gun by signing up with Arranged Hearts. I supposed it didn’t matter though since she was getting married. I probably wouldn’t see Yunique again until my next dentist appointment. The minute “Have Mercy” by Chloe blared through the speakers, the ladies really started working their bodies. All three of us were stuck. The crazy part was that they were all up on each other, and I even noticed Yunique grab some random woman’s ass. I bricked up so hard after that. I thought I was gonna have to go to the restroom and jack this shit off.
“Fuck,” I verbalized.
“Tell me about it,” Jungle said. “I already got too many kids, but she finna get fucked up tonight. Future be damned. She better be thinking of another name that start with a Z.”
I chuckled. “How many kids y’all have?”
“Four, including a daughter she had before me. The last three are stair steppers. The youngest is only two… just turned two.”
Vegas chuckled. “Kee ain’t playing that shit. She said Brielle is enough for now. Once baby girl good and potty trained, we may try again. She said two is her limit.”
“You know C-Pat will let a nigga have whatever he wants. That’s my baby for sure. Whatever she want, she got it too.”
I nodded. That was the kind of shit I wanted. To hear these former street niggas talk like this only made me feel better about my decision. They used to fuck the streets up, fucking up ovaries and feelings along the way. Now they were married with kids… family men that took care of their families like they took care of those streets.
Whenever they spun Uncle Luke, that caught our attention again. Yunique looked right at me and made her way to me, clearly not caring who was watching. I scooted away from Jungle and Vegas, knowing that whatever she was about to do would be something I would never forget. Sure enough, she lifted her dress and straddled me, then began bucking her shit on me like we were fucking. That damn dress was barely covering her ass.
My eyebrows damn near lifted off my damn head. When I recovered, I gripped her ass as she slowed her pace and grinded her pussy all over my shit. I swore I was about to nut in my pants. This clearly wasn’t the woman I met a week ago. Couldn’t be. She leaned over to me and kissed my lips, and I couldn’t help but bring my fingertips to her hard nipple. I slowly flicked it back and forth through her dress.
She closed her eyes and began bouncing on me. Taking control of the moment, I held her tightly, causing her movements to still. “Yunique, if you wanna fuck me, just say so, baby. I’ll gladly put you out of your misery. That’s what you want?”
She slowly grinded against me as she stared at me. Her skin was glistening, and her eyes were barely open. When the frown graced her face, I quickly stood, carrying her to a hallway near the bathroom. I could tell she was about to unleash on me, and I refused to have that big of an audience. The minute we were there, I propped her against the wall and brought my fingers to her pussy. She wasn’t wearing undergarments with this tight shit she had on.
When two of my fingers penetrated her warmth, she began grinding on them. Her shit was so damn tight. I found her G-spot and began slowly massaging circles on her shit.
“Oh fuuuuck,” she said then moaned in my ear.
She wrapped her legs around me even tighter and pulled my head closer to hers. I licked her neck when she dropped her head back and unleashed her goodness. Her pussy was spasming like crazy around my fingers, and I could feel her juices going up my arm. I wanted to shove my dick inside of her so bad, but I knew when she sobered up and remembered this, she was gonna be disgusted with herself. Her inhibitions were nonexistent at this moment, so I definitely had to demonstrate a little control.
“Harlem… oh shiiiit. Fuck me.”
I pulled back a bit to stare into her eyes. “You don’t want that shit. You about to get married. Let him fuck your virgin-like pussy up.”
“I have to be rematched. He backed out. Now fuck me, Harlem!”
My eyebrows lifted. That was why she hadn’t given them a date. She no longer had a match. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and brought them to my mouth, letting her watch me taste her. She was squirming, trying to adjust herself to be able to reach my dick. When she grabbed it, I bit my bottom lip.
“Give it to me, Harlem. You don’t wanna fuck me?”
“Hell yeah, I wanna fuck your world up, but I can’t do that shit here.”
“Take me to your car then. I neeeeeeed it.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath after I let her slide to her feet, then tugged her dress down over her curves. She tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed her and kissed her lips, warring with myself whether I would take advantage of this situation. Pulling away from her, I chose to let her go so she could go back to her girls. She would never forgive me once she sobered up if I took advantage of her drunkenness. I’d already done more than I thought I would.
I led her back to where everyone was and found Jungle and Vegas staring at me hard. When I sat, I said, “It was hard as fuck to turn her down.”
“Why did you?” Vegas asked. “She threw herself on you.”
“I know she’ll regret it. Plus, I can’t have Jungle tryna take my head off.”
He gave me a half smile. “I can’t do shit if she’s the aggressor. If I start telling her to back off, she’ll wanna know why. I know Vegas gave you a clue.”
I nodded. I needed to get the fuck out of here. I was two seconds away from nutting on myself. Standing from my seat, I slapped both of their hands. “If I don’t leave, it won’t be good. It was cool catching up with y’all. Whenever y’all come back to town, hit me up.”
They agreed to do just that as I glanced over at Yunique to see her watching me. This time, I refused to leave without saying something to her. When I got in her space, she wrapped her arms around my neck. “You change your mind?” she asked.
I lowered my head and softly kissed her lips. She slid her tongue to mine, and I couldn’t help but deepen the kiss and grip her ass. Pulling away slowly, I said, “I didn’t change my mind. I’m about to leave before I fuck your world up and have you hating me tomorrow. Whoever you end up getting matched with will be a lucky ass man. I really wish that man could be me.”
A lightbulb came on in my head. What if we still got matched? Fuck! I closed my eyes, realizing what could happen. She brought her hands to my face and said, “Thank you, Harlem. I enjoyed everything you did to my body though. There’s no way I could regret it.”
“You saying that shit now. Let me know when you sober up if you still feel the same way. You know how to find me if you do. I’ll come work the fuck out of that tight shit. You’ll be canceling your matching services before I can finish.”
“Mm. We’ll see then.”
She kissed my lips again and gripped my beard. “It would have been nice to sit on this seat. Damn.”
My dick jumped at her words. I backed away from her as I nodded. This was, by far, the hardest thing I’d ever done. Relocating didn’t have shit on this. However, I knew it was for the best. If it was meant for us to be together, we would be matched soon. Then I would have to deal with the trauma that shit would bring.
“Man, business is crazy. You may have to go on ahead and get another truck now. We’re having to leave shit on the table. I don’t like turning down loads. Who in their right mind turns down legit money?” Harlan ranted.
“You right, bruh. When I make a trip down there, I’m gonna get two more trucks, maybe three. With the money we got coming in, I would be a fool to not capitalize off it. Look for me to come this Saturday. You planning to work?”
“If they call, I am. I’m not turning down no easy money. Charmaine will push my ass right out the door to go get that money.”
I chuckled. Charmaine was his woman. They weren’t married, but they had been together a couple of years. She was a go-getter herself. She did hair, makeup, and took pictures. Her business was lucrative. She had a studio and everything. She stayed booked because women liked to book everything with one person. That kept them from having to drive all over town for different appointments. It was a one-stop shop.
“A’ight, nigga. Thank you for holding shit down. Eventually, we’re gonna go to the courthouse and make some changes with the company. You’re proving that you deserve to own a piece of this shit. I’m proud of you.”
“That’s what’s up, bruh. I appreciate you.”
“I love you, man. See you in a few days.”
“I love you too. We all we got.”
I smiled slightly and ended the call. We used to say that shit all the time as kids. Even before Mama died, we depended on each other more than we depended on her. She was always working. Her stress levels were so fucking high, trying to take care of us on her own. We didn’t bother her with stuff we felt like we could figure out on our own. She had enough on her plate.
She constantly questioned her life decisions, and sometimes, I felt like she wished she didn’t have us. She would quickly correct herself and say she could never regret Harlan and me. She just regretted choosing Mo to fertilize her eggs.
I questioned her decision-making skills every time I saw that big ass nigga. He looked like Notorious B.I.G., but even uglier, in my opinion. Maybe his personality made him uglier. Her next boyfriend wasn’t much better. She let them both go in and out of her life like it was a fucking revolving door. I slowly shook my head as I thought about her. When my phone vibrated in my pocket, I pulled it out. When I saw it was Arranged Hearts, I got a little nervous. It was only Tuesday. They’d already matched me?
“Hello?”
“Hello, Mister Moore. This is Joan from Arranged Hearts.”
“Yes, ma’am. How are you?”
“I’m great. I wanted to inform you that we have found a match for you. Typically, we allow the bride to decide the date. Is that okay with you?”
“Damn. That was fast. Umm… that’s cool. As long as it’s at least two weeks away, I’m good with whatever she decides. Do I get to know anything about her?”
She chuckled. “No, sir. You will meet her at the altar. Don’t be nervous… unless you weren’t honest in the questionnaire.”
“I was completely honest. One thing I’ve always done is keep it real. So we don’t have that to worry about.”
“Good. I’m happy for you. I can’t wait to call you back with details. The honeymoon details are on you. You said you would like to travel outside of the country. I can tell you that she does have a passport. So you’re good to travel the world.”
I smiled slightly as I watched the man clean my SUV. I took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready, Miss Joan. Thank you. I look forward to the updates.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“You too.”
I ended the call, thinking about Yunique and what happened Friday night. That would have to serve as a fond memory. I should have fucked her. I hadn’t heard from her, so I was more than sure she’d changed her mind once she sobered up. As I waited, I ordered a mixed arrangement of flowers to be delivered to her tomorrow. On the note portion, I typed in, Friday was nice, and I wish it could have been more. Thank you for giving me pieces of you, although that shit has me craving the whole masterpiece. Take care, Yunique.
“Mister Moore!”
I looked up to see that Darryl was done with my ride. Standing from the bench, I slid my phone back in my pocket. I felt like that bouquet to Yunique would offer both of us closure so we could be free to embark upon the journeys ahead. I just hoped that we had both made the right decisions. I couldn’t be fucking up those people’s success rate. This marriage would get my best effort.
I made my way to my ride, beginning the mental preparation to meet my bride in what could be as soon as two weeks from now. Being that I was matched so quickly, this had to be right. After tipping Darryl, I got in my ride and headed to Ma’ Dukes Grab and Go to get my food order. Today, I would do something I’d never done. I would plan out everything I planned to do immediately after the marriage, factoring in the get to know you stage.
Hopefully, I would have a freak, because my shit was completely backed up. Whatever happened, though, I was preparing myself to put in work to make sure it worked. I didn’t want to waste the money I had put into this, so I hoped to be able to make the best of it.