Chapter 29
“A i g h t y ’ a l l , the moment we’ve been waitin’ for! Make some muthafuckin’ noise for The Joneses!”
As the DJ’s voice echoed through the speakers, the doors burst open, and Knuck and I stepped into the reception like we owned the whole damn night. Back That Azz Up was bumping through the speakers, and the crowd went wild as we danced our way in.
I lifted the bottom of my dress and moved my hips while Knuck threw up his set with that signature smirk on his face. Phones flew up in the air, people yelling, clapping, hollering. Wock was front and center, his blunt in one hand and his camera phone in the other.
“That’s my muthafuckin’ brother!”
Knuck dipped me real low, and everybody screamed, then he pulled me back up and leaned in close to my ear. “I can’t wait to get you back to the room. Fuckin’ you through the floor.”
I laughed breathlessly. “Jesus, help me…”
The DJ transitioned the music smooth as hell, fading us out of our entrance turn-up and right into our first dance.
Everyone cleared the floor as Best Part by Daniel Caesar featuring H.E.R.
, and Knuck tugged me closer with both hands, real low on my waist. His hands slid even lower, and I swatted at him, laughing as we moved together in slow rhythm.
The whole room blurred around us for a second. It was just us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Sia wiping her eyes with a cocktail napkin while Mikki zoomed in on her phone.
My mother was smiling from ear to ear, holding Kassim, and even Carl, with his edible clearly kicking in, was nodding with happiness.
The vibe shifted again when the music faded, and the DJ called for speeches, starting with my mom, Carl and then came the best man.
Wock stepped up to the mic. “Lemme just say this,” he slurred slightly. “I been ‘round my bro through it all, and all I gotta say is salute to you, Ny. You tamed the demon. On God. Salute to you, sis.”
Knuck dropped his head with a small smirk, shaking it like here this nigga go.
The room clapped, hooted, and cheered, and Wock handed the mic off to Sia, who stepped up with a wine glass and a grin.
“I knew Knuck was serious about my girl when he started up everywhere, breaking her down slowly but surely. It was crazy,” she said, sipping after her punchline as everyone cracked up.
“But… you love her genuinely, and nobody deserves this happiness more than y’all. ”
Mikki was next, pointing straight at me. “The way she used to say, ‘I ain’t ready for love’ and Knuck’s so crazy and this and that. Now look… a mother and a wife. Y’all did it, and y’all look good as hell tonight. Love you!”
Then the room really lost it when Granny Evie stood up and took the mic.
“Don’t mind me, I just came for the free food and open bar.
” Laughter came from everywhere. “I’m just kiddin’.
I love this knucklehead, and I know his heart.
Keon… Ny… y’all are a picture of perfection, and I know through it all y’all are gon’ make it. Love ya.”
Once the plates were cleared, the cake was cut, and the pictures were snapped, the DJ turned the party up, and everybody hit the dance floor.
I had my heels kicked off by then, dress pulled slightly to the side, mocktail in my hand.
I was vibing with my girls and blowing kisses at my drooling son, who was being held by Keema.
Pretty soon, the dance floor cleared, and Knuck appeared, dragging a chair to the center of the floor. His eyes found mine, motioning with his head for me to come over as he rubbed his hands together. “What are you up to, Mr. Jones?” I asked with narrowed eyes when I got closer to him.
He placed the tip of his finger under my chin to lift my head higher and sucked on my bottom lip, drawing excitement from the wedding guests. “Sit down,” he demanded against my mouth.
I sat in the chair, laughing nervously while he sank to his knees, slid my dress up just enough, and dragged the lace garter down with his teeth slowly. The eye contact was everything, and the crowd went crazy.
“Oh, it’s like that?”
“He ate that garment, up, y’all!”
“Get a room!”
He held it up like a trophy, then brought it to his nose, sniffing deeply.
I covered my face, heart pounding as I laughed.
Nasty ass. I watched as he stuffed my garter into his pocket, then reached for my hand so I could stand up.
Pulling me into his arms, I wrapped mine around his neck and shook my head.
When it was time to toss the bouquet, my bridesmaids were already fighting over positions. Mikki elbowed Sia out of the way while Keema told Monae to stay in a child’s place.
I turned around, hyped up. “Y’all ready?!”
“Hurry up!”
“Dont cheat, Ny!”
“Bouquet or a beatdown, bitches!”
I launched it over my head, and when I turned around, Mikki was jumping up and down as if she had just won the damn lottery. “Yessss! Let’s gooooo! Where's my man at?!”
Everybody laughed and mingled as Knuck came over to me. He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at me, drawing me into him. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“For what?”
“For loving me. Loving us.”
He leaned in, kissed my cheek, then the side of my neck. “Forever, my baby. You already know.”
By the time we got to the presidential suite, my legs were sore, my cheeks hurt from smiling, and I was drunk off love.
The door shut behind us with a soft click, and I dropped my heels onto the carpet with a deep sigh.
Rose petals trailed across the bed and scattered over the carpet.
The lights were low and golden. Soft R&B was already playing from hidden speakers.
“Damn,” I breathed, eyeballing Knuck as he slipped off his Red Bottoms. “This room looks like somebody’s trying to get me pregnant tonight.”
Knuck slid off his suit jacket with a smirk. “That’s ‘cause I am.”
I blinked, lips parting, heat rushing through my body. “Boy, stop.”
He walked toward me, licking his lips. He pulled at his tie, undoing it with one hand.
He stepped right up to me, tugged me in by the waist, and kissed me so deeply and slowly that it stole the last bit of air from my lungs.
My hands went to his shirt, pulling his buttons open, revealing the tattooed chest I’d kissed a hundred times. Tonight, it was different.
“Turn around,” he said, breath warm against my ear.
I did and felt him peel the zipper down.
His hands brushed my back, my hips, then slid the dress down until it pooled around my feet.
The air hit my skin, and I stepped out of the dress, showing off the ivory lace bra and panties.
When I turned around, Knuck was staring at me like I was his last supper.
His shirt was all the way off now, demon time look in his eyes.
He grabbed me by the back of my thighs and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and he carried me across the room like a man on a mission, laying me back on the massive bed. Hovering over me, he smirked, “You know how long I been waitin’ to fuck my wife?”
I bit my lip, teasing him. “How long, nasty?”
He leaned down, kissed my inner thigh, then the lace over my pussy center. “Since I first sucked on this pussy.”
I gasped as his tongue flicked over the fabric. “Knuck…” I whispered, gripping the sheets.
“You married a nigga who loves eatin’ your pussy, baby.
This is what comes wit’ it.” He finally slid the panties off, and when his mouth touched bare skin, I damn near levitated off the bed.
Something about the way he licked me felt different.
The pressure. The intensity. “My fuckin’ wife,” he growled, slurping on my pussy, nose deep.
He slid two fingers inside while his tongue worked slow circles over my clit. “I love you,” I whimpered, half crying, half breathless.
“Say that shit again.”
“I fucking loveeee youuuu.”
“Louder.”
“Oh, my Goddd… babeee… I love you!!!” Cumming all over his face, I screamed, gripping the back of his head. Knuck stood up, pulled his slacks and briefs down in one motion, and that dick stood up like it had something to prove.
I reached for it, but he shook his head. “Uh-uh. Turn that pussy over.” Then he flipped me over, slapped my ass roughly as he pulled me up on my knees. “Mmm,” he smacked my ass before sliding his tongue from my ass crack to my pussy, slurping hard.
“Shiiit…”
I felt the tip of his dick rub down my wetness, slowly, and then came the pressure of him sliding in deep with a guttural groan. “You feel that?” he muttered. “That’s husband pressure. That’s forever dick.”
“God, yesss…” I moaned into the mattress, gripping the sheets while he stroked slowly and deeply from behind. He grabbed my hair, pulled me up to arch against his chest.
“You gon’ give a nigga a baby girl this time?” Biting my lip, my pussy clenched around his dick as I nodded. He leaned over me, mouth at my ear, voice steady while his hips worked. “Fuck, baby… yeah, this pussy ready.”
My moans turned loud when he reached around and rubbed my click just right, fingers circling with intention.
I tried to scoot forward again, but Knuck stayed locked in, pace speeding up.
He went crazy, gripping my hips with both hands, drilling my pussy.
The bed creaked under us, the sound of skin on skin loud as hell in the quiet room.
“Come on, baby,” he coached, slapping my ass. “Cum on your dick, baby. Wet this shit up.” I came hard, whole body shaking, crying with my fingers twisting the sheets. “That’s my fuckin’ wife…”
Knuck fucked me like we literally had forever in that suite, talking me through every orgasm. Telling me he’ll never stop fucking me, loving me, and making me happy. By the end of the night, we were laid out with my body satisfied but weak.
He kissed my shoulder, then my ring finger. “I love you, Mrs. Jones.”
I rolled over, laid my hand on his chest, and whispered, “Forever, Mr. Jones.”