Chapter 15 #3
It was funny standing here looking at him because you could see how appreciative he was for all the items. He damn near had everything on right now that I’d got for him.
One of the pricey Stetson Diamante cowboy hats that I’d gotten for him was on his head.
He still had on the Versace robe, but he removed the house shoes, and he’d tried on the brown cowboy boots that I purchased from the brand Lucchese.
Those boots were a pretty penny too. Tank knew that, and that’s why he was so thirsty to try them on.
He had the Ralph Lauren leather cowboy belt tied around him too, wanting to see how it fit him.
I knew that my man liked cologne, so I purchased him brands that I knew he was running out of, and brands that I knew he would like, so with that, he sprayed damn near every scent in the air, just wanting to test it out, and I knew that with all those smells going on, it was only a matter of time before my damn head started hurting.
The other day, I heard him mention how he wanted the new Ray-Ban Meta glasses, so I got them for him as well, so those were on him too. He looked crazy as hell with all that stuff on, but I couldn’t stop smiling because at least I knew that he was appreciative towards everything.
“Thank you, baby. I love everything. I never been spoiled like this before,” he announced, coming over to me with all that shit on. So he could be leveled with me, he spread his legs apart, put his hands on my hips, and I kissed him multiple times on his lips, wishing him another happy birthday.
“I gotta program these glasses. We going to make a movie tonight. Ima capture the whole thing. We gotta get nasty as fuck tonight,” he shared, and I laughed at his words.
I eventually walked away and went into the bathroom. I wanted to start the water for our bath, and I also needed to get this make-up off my face. As I was doing that, Tank stayed in the bedroom, true to his word, trying to figure out how he could get the glasses programmed.
I stood at the sink, already having my make-up wipes in here with me, and I quickly removed it all from my face.
Because I just had on all this make-up, I did a complex skin routine, bringing all my travel size products with me.
I stopped mid routine, so that I could stop the water from running in the tub.
By the time I was finished, and removing the dress that I was wearing, Tank walked in the bathroom, and he didn’t even give me a moment to warm up for him walking in. Dick just came in, leading the way. He didn’t have any clothes on. His glasses were on, and he looked so sexy in them.
“It’s recording?” I asked him.
“Yeah. You see the light flashing?” he asked me, walking further into the bathroom.
I looked at the side of the frame, and sure enough, the light was flashing, letting me know that he was recording.
I didn’t have any clothes on. Because I didn’t, he came right behind me, getting so close up on me that his dick was poking me on my back.
I was fighting the urge to reach back, and just put it in myself, but my ass needed to hold out, and take it slow for as long as I could.
This man had been drinking, smoking, and I’m sure that he was still on edge from the shooting that took place, even though he was trying to pretend that he wasn’t.
Not only that, but it was his birthday, and all night, he had been telling me about the nasty birthday sex that he wanted to have with me.
Add on the fact that we just got engaged, so I’m sure he was ready to knock the frame out.
His large hands reached up the front of my body, and he got a hold of my breast. He leaned his head into the crook of my neck, and he looked at us in the mirror, filming this entire thing.
I stared back at us in the mirror, in complete awe of our chocolate bodies resting up against each other.
I wanted a son, and I prayed to God that our baby boy was just as chocolate as his parents. I wanted him to be his father’s twin.
“Baby let’s get in the tub,” I blurted, looking at us in the mirror. He smiled at my words.
“I just want to admire you, baby. You done took the makeup off, came out of your clothes, your stomach poking. I love seeing you in this element. So pure. I just want to stand here for a few minutes, and admire you,” there he was with those words that would make me weak in my knees. He just knew what the hell to say.
For about five minutes more, he stood behind me, fiddling with my nipples, kissing my neck, sucking on it too, and every few seconds, he would stick his tongue in my ear, and kiss around it as well.
He gave me confirmations while he stood behind me as well, continuing to let me know how beautiful I was, the job well done for handling his birthday, and telling me how he couldn’t wait to marry me.
When I literally couldn’t take the heat anymore, I had to damn near fight my way out of his grasp, and I went over to the tub.
He followed me over, and like I weighed two pounds, he lifted me, putting me down in the water.
It was hot, just like I liked it. I turned on the jets once I was inside, and Tank came in, sitting down, getting behind me.
I didn’t mind my hair getting wet because I knew with the wild night that we were going to have, that I was going to sweat it out anyways, so I kept it hanging down, as I laid back into him, letting my head hit his chest.
“What kind of wedding you want?” he asked me, after sitting down with each other for about five minutes.
“You’re probably going to be shocked when I say this, but I don’t want an over-the-top wedding.
Not to say that this happens all the time, but from what I’ve seen on social media, and stuff like that, those over-the-top weddings usually are the ones that don’t last. I know I like to do everything big and grand, but I don’t want to do that with our wedding.
I actually want to do it at the church. I want God to be the center of our marriage, Tank.
I want to take our marriage seriously. I don’t want it to be a trend, or an aesthetic,” I told him.
“I like that. That’s real. I’m down with whatever you want. Can I recommend something though?” he asked. I nodded my head, so that he could go ahead, and tell me what it was.
“I ain’t about to sit here, and act like I’m this overly religious kind of person because I’m not.
I still fuck up. I just remember some of the long talks that I had with my pop- pop, and he would always tell me to let it be my wife that has my kids.
I kind of want to honor that. Shit, I’ve been honoring it, which is the reason I don’t have any children yet.
I know you would want to more than likely get married after the baby.
I’m cool with that. We can hold out on the ceremony until after the baby gets here.
How you feel about us going down to the courthouse now and making it official beforehand?
I ain’t rushing you, it’s just that when it’s labor and delivery time, and when it’s time to start filling out paperwork and shit, I want to do it under the conditions of you being my wife.
I want you giving birth to our child with my last name, and their last name.
Before we start our family, I want you to be my wife already,” he shared, and his words made me dizzy.
Not because I didn’t like what he said, but because he continued to prove to me that he was much different than anyone that I’ve ever been with before. It was how intentional he was. It was the fact that he always knew what he wanted.
“I never looked at it like that. I like that idea though. We can do it. I’m down. Tank, I’ll marry you in the middle of the street,” I told him, and he laughed behind me, right before he kissed me on my neck.
“Cool. That’s what we going to do then. I know shit been busy right now in our lives.
You been going hard at the warehouse, and I been working too.
With that, we haven’t had time to move you out of your condo, but we going to get that taken care of by the end of the month.
I promise. What you going to do with all your furniture and shit? ” he wanted to know.
“Probably sell it. Oh my God. Baby, all this stuff is so real. I’m about to get rid of my hot girl condo, and be someone’s wife, and mother.
My life was so different a year ago. Since you came into my life, this is the most that my ass has ever sat down.
My sister was just telling me this earlier at your party.
I stayed out of the country somewhere. I used to be gone for weeks at a time.
Then, when I was home, I was always at a nice happy hour.
At night, I loved to fine dine, and things like that.
Look at me now. Who the hell is this person?
” I asked, followed by a laugh, still not able to come to grasp with these new norms in my life.
“A woman that fell in love with a real nigga, and you had no choice but to turn your life around,” he said, not shocking me with the cocky ass answer that he’d given me.
We soaked together in the tub for a good twenty minutes. I told Tank that I didn’t want to fuck in the tub. At home, I’ll do it for him, but it really wasn’t my favorite. I wanted to take advantage of that beautiful, king-sized bed that we had in the bedroom.
Like the princess that I was, that always got my way, he let it be clear that it was my world, and we could do whatever I wanted to do.
So, after washing each other off, we got out together.
He stepped out first, so that he could wrap a towel around his waist, and then he assisted me in getting out, wrapping one of the thick towels around me.
I’d already done my skin scare for the night, but I did go over to the sink, so that I could brush my teeth, since I hadn’t done that.