A Thug's Wife (Full Length Novel) (10 page)

“A’ight mama, I’m gone. I just came by
so that I could see how you were doing. I’m not about to have this conversation with you,” Zaria said as she gathered her belongings and prepared to leave.

She had secretly come to her mother’s house so that Tammy could see how well Quasym was doing and
finally cut him some slack, but Tammy had done everything short of that. It didn’t matter to her that Quasym now had money and was finally able to care for Zaria. To her he was still a broke bastard and always would be.

Tammy figured that it would only la
st so long anyway before Zaria was back taking care of him. Instead of Tammy giving credit where credit was due, she chose to demean his character by bringing up the fact that he’d had a baby on Zaria and most likely still sleeping around with Tianna. Why else hadn’t Zaria seen Quita or even met Tianna on a good note yet?

             
“Why want you answer the question, Zaria? You know like I know that you ain’t met the damn girl yet because he has something to hide. One time my ass. I bet you he still laying the pipe down every chance he gets. You saw how pretty and fine that heifer was.”

             
Zaria shook her head and headed toward the door. This was why she didn’t spend as much time with her mother as she had wanted to. As much as she loved Tammy, she couldn’t stand to be around her. It was as if no matter what she did or what Quasym did, she would never be happy or satisfied.

She didn’t know why she had even tried to get her to see the man that Quasym was. Tammy would never like him, and that bothered her. Zaria didn’t h
ave another parent to go to since her father was dead. She just wanted someone to be proud of her. She often wondered if he would be proud of the woman that she was today seeing as how her mother never would be.

             
“Whatever I’m out! Tell Cherie I said to call me later. Bye!” Zaria stormed out of Tammy’s house damn near running to her car. She snatched the door open to her brand new BMW and rushed to get inside.

Once behind closed doors she allowed the tears she had been holding
back to freely fall. She had wondered about Quasym’s relationship with Tianna as well but would never admit that to her mother. She had been so inwardly insecure ever since she’d found about the child and even more so when Tianna popped up at the wedding. She wanted to believe that Quasym would never hurt her again, but as hard as she tried to, she just couldn’t. She hated that she didn’t trust him, but that wasn’t her fault. He’d fucked that up when he withheld information about his secret child.

             
Zaria dried her face and then backed out of her mother’s driveway. She couldn’t wait until Sym got home this morning so that they could talk. She had been holding on to so much, and now it was time for her to release everything she had kept in. She didn’t care if it caused an argument either.

             
As Zaria drove off down the street, she didn’t notice the black Honda that was trailing her. The Honda drove only a few hundred feet behind her, but had been following her every move ever since she left from getting her hair done at Yessenia’s shop. For now, they would only follow her, but that could change at any moment.

***

Zaria pulled into the driveway of her home, placed the car in park, and got out. She pushed out a very ragged breath as she continued to think about her mama. She walked up the few steps that led to her front door and then placed the key inside the hole. Thoughts of being a mother suddenly consumed her. She wondered if she would know how to mother children whenever she’d decided to have some. All she knew was that, there was no way she would do her kids anything like her mama had done her and Cherie.

Tammy wasn’t the worst mother in the world, but she was far from the best.  Zaria couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard from Tammy that she loved her. She couldn’t remember the
last time her mother had given her a hug and that hurt. She knew that when she brought her children into the world that she would show them more love and affection that they could probably handle.

             
“What the hell?” Zaria said to herself as she entered her home.

She looked around at the room at the lit up candles in the room; the rose petals spread across the floor and some that created a trail that led down the hallway of her home.

She turned around and locked the door and then slowly followed the trail of the pretty red and white rose petals. Her cheeks began to ache at the huge smile that was spread across her face.

She just knew that she was gonna have to wait until dawn to see Quasym being he normally didn’t make it home until then. After the day she
’d just had, she’d needed him in every sense of the word and was glad that he was here for her.

             
As she entered her bedroom, her heart instantly melted. Quasym was sitting in the middle of the bed without an article of clothing covering his body. Zaria inwardly laughed at his ashy peanut butter colored skin, but even then he still looked sexy as hell to her. His sideburns were growing into a perfect chin strap along with the little stubble that he had on his chin. His baby face was slowly turning to more of a manly look, not that he didn’t look like a man, but the extra facial hair showed growth on him.

Quasym was mixed with something but had no idea what. Everyone assumed that he was Cuban and black or maybe even Puerto Rican and black, but no one really
knew. Being Quasym had no idea who his father was, he wasn’t sure what he had in him. His mom told him that his dad was shot to death by a Venezuelan police officer when he was only nine, but even at a young age it sounded so farfetched to Quasym that he didn’t know what to believe.

Through the years, he would question his mom for further info on his father and she would tell him the same thing. It got to the point to where he stopped questioning her and figured that maybe she just didn’t know or didn’t wa
nt him to know.

  Zaria brought her attention to the items that Quasym had surrounding
him; a bowl of strawberries, a can of whip cream, and a bottle of massage oil. In his hands, Quasym held onto a bottle of wine and two glasses. He didn’t say a word to Zaria and only nodded for her to come to him.

             
Without further hesitation, Zaria walked over to the bed, climbed on it, and crawled over to him. She wasted no time taking Quasym into her mouth and taking him by surprise. He had planned on doing all the pleasuring and was not expecting for her to do one single thing, but enjoy it. He pulled Zaria away, shook his head and instructed her to lie back on the bed. He got up on his knees, took one of the wine glasses, and poured her a glass of the white wine.

             
Quasym knew that he hadn’t given Zaria the time she needed lately, and he wanted to make up for that. He also wanted to make up to her all the times he wasn’t there for her in the past and for today when she needed him most.

He thought about everything that Andres had told
him earlier today and knew that without a doubt that he had to protect his wife. She had made the choice to marry him and as her husband; it was his duty to make sure that he exuded in his responsibilities towards her.

Everything that happened on this da
y and going back would soon be a distant memory. He would spend every waking moment to ensure that Zaria only thought about the present day and days to come.

             
He handed Zaria her wine glass and then poured himself a little of the drink. Taking the wine all down in one gulp, he placed the glass down on the nightstand and then reached for Zaria’s pants.

Gently, he unbuttoned them, unzipped them, and then pulled her pants away, followed by her lace thong. He eyed her hairless pussy and slowly licked his lips thinking about how good he knew she was going to taste.  He waited for Zaria to take a few sips of
the wine and placed the glass down before going in.

             
The room heated at a rapid pace as Quasym spread Zaria’s legs, grabbed a can of whip cream, and then a few of the strawberries from the bowl. Watching in silence, Zaria passionately looked at Quasym’s creamy skin. She could feel her pussy pulsating as she anticipated the warmth of Quasym’s mouth. For the moment, all of their problems had gone out of the window, only leaving the two of them in the bedroom.

             
Quasym sprayed a small amount of the whipped cream onto a strawberry and then placed the sweet fruit and Zaria’s opening. He covered her clit with his mouth and slowly flickered his tongue over it causing Zaria to drop her head back onto the pillow and release a light moan.

He sucked her clitoris into
his mouth and sucked on it with pure intensity. Zaria worked her hips in a circular motion and then practically screamed as she felt herself about to cum for the first time.

             
Quasym released the hold he had around Zaria’s clit and moved to where he placed the strawberry and whip cream. He licked around it and then suddenly slurped the sweet fruit into his mouth. He moved back to her clitoris, sucked on it for a few seconds and then released it.

             
“What are you doing to me Sym? Oh my God!” Zaria grabbed the sides of Quasym’s head and pulled him as deep as she could between her legs. She began to breathe heavily as Quasym tickled her clit and lapped up every bit of the juices that spilled out of her. Her legs began to tremble, and just as she felt herself about to orgasm, Quasym pulled away from her and just stared at her.

             
Zaria’s breathing was steady and bold as she watched him, hating that he had stopped right when she was about to have her moment. She watched as Quasym grabbed the whip cream can again and began to spray it all over her body. He then grabbed a handful of the strawberries and placed them in various places. He started from the bottom and worked his way up, slowly licking, and slurping the strawberries and cream away. 

With gentleness, he ent
ered her sweet canal and lightly stroked Zaria as he covered her lips with his. She moaned and dug her fingers into his back, panting with each stroke he took. Zaria brought her legs up and wrapped them around Quasym’s waist, holding onto him for dear life.

“Baby, it feels so good!’ Zaria cried. She was hurting in a good way. A single tear released from her eye, and she winded her hips in a circular motion matching Quasym with every stroke he made.

Their session was intense, more intense than it had ever been. Topping the last time when she thought had been the best time. He surprised her damn near every time they made love.

Zaria wanted Quasym to know that she was his forever, and Quasym wanted her to know the same. She didn’t care what anyone said about
him-he was hers, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Quasym felt the same.

“I’m gonna cum, this pussy is so wet! Can I come?” Quasym asked as he looked into his wife’s eyes.

              “Yes, baby! Yess!”

             
Quasym stroked faster and harder. He brought his hands down and gripped Zaria’s ass, squeezing it tight as he pushed his thick muscle in and out of her. Zaria’s mouth dropped open, and her eyes rolled behind her head as her body began to shake. She was coming and coming hard.

“Ahhhh fuck, daddy!” Zaria cooed
loudly.

“Shittttt! Grrrr!” Quasym grunted. His strokes became very short and
weak, and he spilled his seeds into Zaria. He gave one final pump before pulling out and laying his head onto Zaria’s chest. “Damn that was the best.”

             
“What has gotten into you? Damn, we haven’t made love like that in a long time,” Zaria said as she ran her hand through the waves in his head.

             
“It was my way of apologizing to you for what happened today,” Quasym told her as he played with her nipple.

             
“It’s okay. I’m just glad that you are here because I really didn’t want to be by myself tonight.”

             
“And I didn’t want you to be by yourself.”

             
“So, how did your visit go with, Quita?” Zaria asked. She couldn’t wait to ask him about his visit to Tianna’s house. She figured asking him how the visit went would be the best way for her to spark the conversation that would lead to the issues she had been wanting to talk to him about.

“I just went over there to holla at Tianna about the shit she pulled at the wedding. Quita was at her gr
andmother's house.”

             
“And you didn’t know that before you went over there?”

             
“Yea I knew that, but I just went over there to holla at Tianna so that I can start back visiting Quita without any problems. I hadn’t seen her in three months, and that’s just too fuckin’ long.”

             
“Well I have a problem with that.”

             
Quasym raised his head from Zaria’s chest and looked at her strangely. He couldn’t believe that after one of the best times they’d had together in a long time that she was about to start tripping.

He g
ot up off of Zaria and walked to the dresser to grab the piece of a blunt that he’d been smoking on before Zaria arrived. Snatching the lighter from the dresser, he lit the tip of the blunt and inhaled a cloud of smoke.