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“Not me. Shit, if I wanted to cheat I would use my own car,” Brick laughed.
“Ummm-huh?” Ra’Keeyah smirked as she stood completely naked. She removed her jewelry and laid it on the dresser before making her way over to the bed.
Brick’s manhood started to pulsate as he looked over at his woman’s banging body. “I’m serious, but I don’t have no reason to cheat. I got everything I need right here,” Brick said as Ra’Keeyah climbed into bed and mounted him.
“Is that so?” she asked with a seductive look.
Brick nodded his head yes as Rufus stood at full attention.
“And we gon’ keep it that way, right?” Ra’Keeyah asked before leaning down and kissing Brick on the lips. He nodded his head yes again as she kissed her way down his chest to his washboard abs, stopping once she reached Rufus. She pulled him out of his cubbyhole and began planting soft kisses all around him, before placing him inside of her warm mouth. The entire time she pleasured her man, she replayed Shayna’s conversation in her head over and over again. The part about making him wanna come back each and every time stuck out the most. Soon, Ra’Keeyah had Brick begging for mercy. His body was bucking while he moaned loudly as she worked her magic. Making love for the next hour, Ra’Keeyah was pleased with the work she’d put in. She wasn’t leaving any room for another chick to slide up in her space.
Chapter Thirty-five
The months passed by rather quickly. Ra’Keeyah stood staring out the window as the snow fell to the ground, covering it like a clean, white sheet. Christmas was right around the corner, her favorite holiday of them all. This year would be different, though. It wouldn’t be as special as the rest. There would be no decorating the Christmas tree as a family. She and Brick had decorated theirs, but it wasn’t the same. No snowball fights between her and Jaylen, no staying up late watching the marathon of A Christmas Story with her mother and brother to see who could recite the words the best. There would be no baking cookies and fudge with her mother and Aunt Nancy as the Temptations’s Christmas CD played loudly and the little kids ran around the house yelling and screaming. The thought of not spending Christmas with her mother and brother had Ra’Keeyah feeling down.
“What’s on yo’ mind, li’l mama?” Brick asked, walking up behind Ra’Keeyah, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Nothin’ really. Just thinkin’, that’s all,” she said, closing the curtains and walking over to the sofa, taking a seat.
Brick could sense not being able to spend the holidays with her mother and little brother was really eating Ra’Keeyah up. He wished there was something he could do to cheer her up. He had tried getting her to call her mother, but she refused, saying if her mother wanted to talk to her, then she would call her. Brick knew of no other way to cheer his lady up other than giving her money to shop. That always put a smile on Ra’Keeyah’s face.
“You finish your Christmas shoppin’ yet?” Brick asked.
“I haven’t even started. Haven’t been in the mood to shop,” Ra’Keeyah replied.
Brick walked over and placed his hand on Ra’Keeyah’s forehead. “You don’t feel like you got a temperature,” he joked.
“Move, boy,” Ra’Keeyah laughed as she playfully slapped Brick’s hand away from her. “I’m not sick.”
“Shit, you sure? I never met a woman who wasn’t in the mood to shop. Especially when they usin’ somebody else’s money,” Brick laughed as he made his way to the kitchen.
Ra’Keeyah did need to go out and get Jaylen and Shayna something for Christmas. She also needed to shop for Brick and Pauline. She’d spoken with Peighton a few times and knew she’d be in town for Christmas, so she could pick her up a thing or two as well. Ra’Keeyah got up from the sofa and walked toward the kitchen.
“Okay, I changed my mind,” she announced, walking into the kitchen as Brick sat at the table counting money.
“I figured you would,” he smiled and pointed to a stack of money he’d set aside, knowing Ra’Keeyah would reconsider going shopping.
“You know me well,” she smiled back, grabbing the stack of money off the table. “What you want for Christmas?”
“I already got what I want,” he winked and continued counting his money.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” she beamed as she headed out of the kitchen and upstairs to change her pants because the ones she was wearing were feeling a little snug. She took half of the three thousand dollars that Brick had given her and put it with the rest of her stash.
Ra’Keeyah had really been stacking her ends. She’d taken all the money she made from dancing with Shayna when Brick was out of town and half the allowance he would give her and put it in a shoebox in the back of the closet. Her mother had always told her not to carry all of her eggs in the same basket. She’d never really understood what she’d meant by that, but now that she was a little older and not under her mother’s roof anymore, she fully understood the meaning. Not trying to burn bread, but if or when things took a turn for the worse in their relationship, Ra’Keeyah wanted to be financially prepared for whatever came her way. She’d witnessed way too many females messing around with drug dealers and instead of stacking their paper, they spent it on shopping sprees, getting their hair and nails done, and trying to live like the Kardashians.
Ra’Keeyah and Brick were getting ready for the extravagant Christmas dinner Pauline was preparing, and afterward, they were heading to the UAW hall for the Christmas party the Road Runners were having. Brick invited Bob T over since all his family lived in New York. Peighton was in town so Bob T asked if he could bring her. Ra’Keeyah thought that was a great idea, since she hadn’t seen her friend since the summer. She also wanted to know what the big surprise was Peighton had for her.
Ra’Keeyah dressed in a long sleeved, black, zip-up-the-front jumpsuit, with a deep V-neckline and studded belt. She slid into a pair of black, studded booties to accentuate her outfit before checking herself out in the mirror. Ra’Keeyah wasn’t feeling the way the outfit was fitting so tightly on her body. She thought the suit made her look wide at the bottom. She hoped nobody else would notice.
“Damn,” Brick snapped as he walked into the bedroom.
“What? I look fat, don’t I? I’m about to change,” she panicked.
“Naw, you don’t look fat,” Brick laughed.
“Yes, I do. Then why you laughin’?” Ra’Keeyah asked.
“No, you don’t. I said damn ’cuz you look good as hell in that outfit,” Brick complimented.
“Are you sure? ’Cuz I think this outfit makes my hips and butt look too big,” Ra’Keeyah complained.
“That’s a good thang. Honestly, you are gettin’ a little thicker, but that’s only because I’m hittin’ that ass right,” he bragged.
“Whatever,” Ra’Keeyah laughed as she continued checking herself out in the mirror.
“You know you ain’t neva’ had anotha’ nigga hit that ass like me,” Brick smiled.
“I gotta give it to you, you do know how to make a sista feel good,” Ra’Keeyah admitted.
“I do, don’t I?” Brick asked before kissing her on the lips. Ra’Keeyah closed her eyes and rolled her head back as Brick planted soft kisses all over her neck. He then palmed her backside with both of his hands as he began kissing her lips again.
“Come on, baby, Pauline waiting on us,” Ra’Keeyah panted heavily, feeling the huge bulge in the front of Brick’s pants.
“You right. But later on tonight, that ass is mines,” he said, pulling himself together.
“I can’t wait,” Ra’Keeyah smiled happily. She grabbed her duffle coat out of the closet and followed Brick downstairs.
“You got everybody’s presents?” he asked.
“Yep. I already loaded ’em in the truck. Can we drop Jaylen’s and my mom’s off first?”
“Okay, that’s fine.” Brick grabbed his car keys, locked the front door, and headed to the truck with Ra’Keeyah right behind him.
Ra’Keeyah was nervous as they pulled up in front of her mother’s house. She didn’t know what to expect being this was the first time she’d been back since her mother had put her out. She didn’t know whether her mother would welcome her with open arms or with an open palm to the face. She had so many different emotions going on as they sat parked with the truck still running.
“You a’iiiight?” Brick asked, sensing her nervousness.
Ra’Keeyah let out a nervous chuckle. “Not really.”
“You want me to go in wit’ you?” Brick asked.
“Would you?”
“You know I got cha’ back. And plus, I might need to pull her up off yo’ ass,” Brick joked as he opened up the truck door and got out.
“Whatever,” Ra’Keeyah laughed, getting out of the truck and waiting as Brick grabbed the big, fifty-gallon trash bag out of the trunk that was filled to the top with presents.
Ra’Keeyah’s knees felt like they were about to buckle right from under her as they walked up on her mother’s front porch. She hesitated before ringing the doorbell.
“Mommy, somebody’s at the door,” Ra’Keeyah heard Jaylen yell.
Ra’Keeyah looked over at Brick and smiled.
A few seconds later her mother opened the front door. She was surprised to see Ra’Keeyah and Brick standing there. She was more happy than anything and stared in disbelief, and Ra’Keeyah did the same. No words were exchanged in the brief staring match.
“Key-Key,” Jaylen squealed happily as he walked up behind his mother to see who was at the door.
Finally her mother opened the screen door. “Come on in,” she said, stepping aside.
Ra’Keeyah and Brick walked into the house. He set the heavy bag down in the foyer.
“How you doin’?” Brick spoke.
“Fine,” Ra’Keeyah’s mother replied dryly.
Jaylen wrapped his arms around his sister’s waist and nearly squeezed the life out of her.
“Man, you gettin’ tall,” Ra’Keeyah smiled at her growing brother.
“Hi, Brick,” Jaylen spoke once he let go of Ra’Keeyah.
“’Sup, li’l man?” Brick replied, giving him some dap.
Ra’Keeyah avoided eye contact with her mother as much as possible, fearing if she looked at her for too long, she would break out in tears.
“I told the Santa Claus at the mall that all I wanted for Christmas was for my sister to come home . . . oh, and a PlayStation 3,” Jaylen said.
A lump formed in Ra’Keeyah’s throat as she fought back the tears. Jaylen’s comment touched Brick as well.
“What’s in the bag?” Jaylen questioned.
“Well, Santa came by my house and dropped this stuff off for you,” Ra’Keeyah replied quickly to keep the tears from falling.
“Oh, boy. Can I open ’em, Mom? Please, please,” Jaylen begged.
Ra’Keeyah and Jaylen looked at their mother and waited for confirmation. She wanted to tell Jaylen no, because she wasn’t too keen on them buying her son presents with drug money. But the anxious look on his face wouldn’t let her.
“Go ahead,” she smiled.
Ra’Keeyah had gone all-out for her brother. She’d bought him a PlayStation 3 with just about all the latest games, the new LeBron James tennis shoes, a pair of Tims, clothes, underclothes, WWF wrestlers, and a bunch of other things she thought he’d enjoy.
“Oh my goodness, a PlayStation 3! I can’t believe I got one. Look, Mommy,” Jaylen screamed happily.
“I see,” she smiled. “Tell your sister thank you for all your gifts.”
“Thanks, Ra’Keeyah,” Jaylen jumped up from the floor and yelled before giving her a hug.
“Don’t forget to thank Brick too,” Ra’Keeyah said. After all, it was his money that had bought everything.
“Thank you, Brick,” Jaylen said, hugging him too.
“No problem,” Brick smiled down at Jaylen and said.
“Can you help me hook my game up?” Jaylen asked Brick.
“If it’s all right wit’ yo’ mutha.”
“Go ahead, ’cuz I don’t know how,” their mother replied.
“Yesssss,” Jaylen cheered carrying his game into the living room so Brick could hook it up.
Ra’Keeyah and her mother bent down and started cleaning up the mess Jaylen had made. Jaylen was overjoyed with all the presents he’d gotten. Their mother had wanted desperately to buy him a PS3 for Christmas, but her budget wouldn’t allow her to. She was glad her baby girl had come through and made this the best Christmas Jaylen has ever had, even if it was with drug money.
“Here you go,” Ra’Keeyah said handing her mother two presents that said “Mom” on the tags. Her mother eyed the big engagement ring Brick had bought her for Christmas. To avoid an argument she didn’t say anything about it.
“Girl, you didn’t hafta’ get me nothin’. All that stuff you bought for Jaylen . . .”
“It was nothin’,” Ra’Keeyah smiled.
Ra’Keeyah watched as her mother unwrapped the pair of Isotoner slippers that she was in dire need of and then the sterling silver, black-and-white diamond bracelet. The look on her face let Ra’Keeyah know her mother was pleased.
“This is beautiful, but it must of cost an arm and a leg,” her mother replied while eyeing the expensive piece of jewelry.
“It was nothin’. You deserve it. You work too hard not to have nice things,” Ra’Keeyah replied.
“Thank you,” Ra’Keeyah’s mother said before hugging her.
“You’re welcome.”
“We got you somethin’ too,” her mother said.
“You did?” Ra’Keeyah asked surprised.
“Jaylen, bring yo’ sister her present from under the tree,” their mother called out.
“Awwww, Mom, I’m playin’ the game,” Jaylen huffed.
“Boy, you betta’ bring me that damn present before I come in there,” she warned.
Jaylen ran in the foyer, handed Ra’Keeyah her present, and dashed back into the living room to continue playing the game.
Ra’Keeyah quickly unwrapped the tiny box. Inside lay another Pandora charm for the bracelet her mother had gotten her for her birthday.
“Thanks,” Ra’Keeyah smiled, picking up the gold bear charm and admiring it.
“Now you have two charms,” her mother smiled.
“Yep,” Ra’Keeyah lied, not having the heart to tell her mother that Brick had already filled up her bracelet with charms.
“Take yo’ coat off and stay a while,” her mother suggested.
Just as Ra’Keeyah was about to remove her coat, Brick walked into the foyer. “We better get goin’. Mom just called and said dinner is almost done.”
“Oh, y’all goin’ over to his mother’s house for Christmas dinner?” her mother asked, instantly getting jealous.
“Yeah,” Ra’Keeyah answered, not really wanting to.
“Awwww, why y’all gotta leave already?” Jaylen whined.
“Well, ask Mommy if you can come over tomorrow since we’re on Christmas break,” Ra’Keeyah said.
“Mommy, can I go over to Key-Key’s house tomorrow?” Jaylen asked.
“Naw. You good right where you at,” their mother said snottily.
Ra’Keeyah rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You ready?” she asked Brick, sensing her mother’s instant attitude.
“Yeah,” he replied, sensing it as well.
“See y’all later,” Ra’Keeyah said before giving her brother a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Ewwwww,” Jaylen laughed as he wiped away at his face before running off to finish his game.
Brick and Ra’Keeyah laughed too.
“I’m goin’ to warm up the truck,” Brick said excusing himself, wanting to leave Ra’Keeyah and her mother alone.
“Okay.”
Brick threw his hand up to Ra’Keeyah’s mother before walking out the front door.
Ra’Keeyah and her mother stood in the foyer and stared at each other for a brief moment, not knowing the right words to say.
“Well, I better get goin’,” Ra’Keeyah said nervously.
“Okay. Take care of yourself,” her mother said, walking her to the door.
Ra’Keeyah turned around and hugged her mother before quickly walking out the door.
“Ra’Keeyah,” her mother called out.
“Yea?” she turned around and answered.
“Make him wear protection at all times. You ain’t ready for no babies. You’re just a baby yourself,” her mother said.
“What are you talkin’ about, Mom? We not havin’ sex,” Ra’Keeyah lied.
“Just do what I said, please,” her mother replied before closing the door.
Ra’Keeyah knew she looked like the liar her mother accused her of being. Her mother was no fool. She knew there was no way her daughter was living in a house with a man and wasn’t giving it up to him. How could she hide it? The spreading of her hips and ass told it all. Ra’Keeyah stood looking at the door long after her mother had closed it. She stood there hoping her mother would open it up and tell her that everything was going to be okay between them. Realizing that wasn’t going to happen, she slowly walked off the porch, made her way to the truck, and got in.
Chapter Thirty-six
Brick and Ra’Keeyah pulled up in front of Pauline’s house and got out. They were both surprised to see that Bob T and Peighton had already arrived.
“That’s a nice truck,” Ra’Keeyah said, admiring the new, fully loaded Silverado.
“Yeah, I like it too,” Brick said, grabbing the remaining presents out of the back of the truck. “But that nigga shoulda’ got a minivan.”
“A minivan for what?” Ra’Keeyah laughed as they headed up the walk.
“For all them damn kids.” Brick stuck his key in the lock and turned it.
“How many kids he got?” Ra’Keeyah inquired.
“Six that I know of and one on the way,” he said, opening the door.
“Damn,” Ra’Keeyah snapped.
“I know, right?” Brick laughed as they headed into the house.
