Noles #3
I slid my hand around her chest, rubbing her nipples in slow circles that made her whole-body jolt.
"Don't run," I warned. "I—I can't—" she gasped, voice trembling so bad it came out like air.
"You can," I growled. "You gon' take this dick.
You wanted me, right? You prayed for me?
Pulled me back from the other side?" Her voice broke open, a sob hiding under a moan.
" I pulled you... I pulled you back—" Hearing her admit that, hearing the truth of it sent heat straight through my spine.
Her eyes met mine in the mirror again, and she let out a deep, shaky moan as her pussy tightened around me like she was tryin to pull my soul straight out my body.
"Fuck!" I hissed, droppin my head to her shoulder.
"You feel that? You tryna make me lose my shit?
" She nodded, her voice thin and breathless.
" Noles, don't stop, don't stop. Pleaseee"
I grabbed both her wrists, pinned them to the counter, and drove into her so deep her stomach hit the sink edge. "Say you mine," I said, voice rough. "I'm yours," she cried. "Toujou." Always.
My whole body jerked. The way she said it.
The way it wrapped around the dark in me and made it sit still, I lost it.
I pulled her up straight against my chest, wrapped an arm around her waist, and fucked her standing up, both of us shaking, both of us breathless, both of us half gone.
Her hands reached back, grabbing my face again, her voice a mess of Creole and English and moans and soft little gasps that sounded like prayer.
She was close. I could feel it. The way her body clamped down.
The way her breath changed tempo. The way her thighs trembled uncontrollably.
"I got you," I whispered into her ear, voice dark and low.
"Come on, Yiyi. Let go for me." She choked on a moan and her whole body collapsed against me as she came, pussy pulsing around me so tight I almost dropped to my knees.
I held her through it, chest pressed to her back, forehead on her shoulder, breathing her in like oxygen.
Her legs shook so hard I had to grip her hips to keep her from sliding down the counter.
"Good gyal," I murmured, thrustin slow now, deep, claimin every last bit of her.
"My gyal." She whimpered soft, weak, satisfied and reached up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me close.
When I couldn't hold it anymore, I buried my face in her shoulder, grabbed her waist with both hands, and pumped into her hard before I came deep inside her, tremblin against her skin.
She let out a soft gasp as she felt it, her hand slidin over mine.
For a moment the room felt quiet. Still.
Safe. Then her voice broke the silence. "stay with me," she whispered, her cheek pressed to mine.
I held her, still inside her, still breathing her in and muttered against her skin "I ain't goin' nowhere. "
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I lay there on my back, eyes fixed on the ceiling fan spinnin slow above me.
The room was dark except for the dim glow of a candle Ayida forgot to blow out.
Her body was sprawled across my chest, legs tangled with mine, breath soft, steady, warm.
She slept heavy like she had finally let their heart rest.
The last five days we stayed wrapped up in one another in this bed.
Five whole days locked inside this house, just me and her.
No phones. No family. No noise. No reality.
Just her body, her prayers, her tears, her hands on me like she was blessin every inch.
I loved it. Loved being back in this role.
The role of her husband, her man, her protector.
But the part of me that lived outside these walls, The part that breathed street air and moved in shadows, was itching.
Burning, and Closing in on itself. I needed to be outside.
Needed to be where the blood dried, to find the nigga whose voice I heard in the dark, to know who called that hit.
I knew the conversation was coming. The one I didn't wanna have with her yet.
But it had to be had. My mind was slipping back into the parkin lot when the doorbell rang repeatedly, like whoever it was didn't give a damn about courtesy.
Ayida jerked awake on my chest, her whole-body tensing.
I felt her fear before she even sat up. Her eyes snapped toward the bedroom door, wide, alert.
That look punched me in the gut. She wasn't just startled, she was scared.
My frown deepened. I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed my Glock, and switched the safety off with one fast click.
My body moved on instinct, quiet, efficient, dangerous.
I walked to the bedroom door and glanced back at her.
"Stay here," I told her. Her hands were shaken.
She nodded, but her eyes didn't leave the hallway.
Something about that made the dark inside me stir.
I didn't let it. I moved through the house, gun drawn, steppin soft across the floorboards.
Every shadow felt like it had a pulse. Every sound felt too loud.
My jaw tightened as I approached the front door and I snatched it open.
"Boy, if you don't get that damn gun out my face!
" I lowered the Glock instantly. My mama stood there dressed expensive, but her expression said she was ready to fight me and whoever else lived in this house.
She looked me up and down, then looked at the gun, then looked at me again like she had half a mind to cuss me out and half a mind to bless me.
"Move," she said, pushin past me like the doorframe offended her.
I closed the door and sighed. "Dang, Ma, you could've at least let me put on some clothes. "
She spun around, hand on her hip. "Why you answerin' the door in your drawls anyway?
You was raised better than that." She wasn't wrong, but I wasn't movin' to admit it either.
She dropped her purse on the kitchen counter and turned back around, her whole face softening for a split second.
She walked over, arms openin. I let her pull me in.She hugged me tight, fingers grippin the back of my neck like she needed the reassurance of feelin my heartbeat.
She let out a heavy sigh against my shoulder.
"I love you, baeebby boy," she whispered, voice tremblin more than she'd ever admit.
She stepped back, looked me in the eyes and then slapped the shit outta me. Whack. The sound echoed.
"Ma!" I rubbed my jaw. "What the fuck you slappin' on me fa?
" She walked past me into the kitchen again like she didn't just slap fire from my ass.
"Why you ain't been answerin' that damn phone?
And why did I have to find out you married to that lil witch when you was laid up half dead?
" There it was. The bullshit. "Come on wit that bullshit, Ma," I warned, my voice droppin low.
She knew damn well I hated her snide comments about Ayida.
She spun around, eyes blazin. "So what the hell, Noles?” She stared at me, jaw tight, waitin for an explanation like she paid for this house and the silence inside it.
"The hell you want me to say, Ma?" I shrugged.
"She my wife. We married. Ain't much to tell. "
She scoffed, motionin her hands around the house like the walls were drenched in sin.
"Without my input? You know damn well how I feel about this whole situation.
" I laughed once. No humor in it. "Ma, yo input don't really matter," I said, lookin her dead in the eye.
"I hope this not what you came over here to do, because if it is, you could've stayed where you was and saved it for Sunday dinner.
" Her whole face wrinkled up like the words slapped her instead.
Her finger shot out toward me. "You real flip out your fuckin' lip, you disrespectful, half-raised muthafucka—"
"Good morning, y'all... everything okay?
" Ayida's soft voice cut in, steppin into the kitchen.
Her hair was tied up, skin still glowin from sleep, she wrapped her arms around herself tighter now that Mama was here.
She looked between us, nervous but tryin to keep the peace.
My mama forced a smile so sharp it could cut glass.
"As a matter of fact," she said, grabbin her purse off the counter, "everything is just fine.
I'm just leaving." She stormed toward the door, swingin it open so hard the hinges complained.
The slam rattled the picture frames on the wall.
I exhaled, rubbing a hand over my face. Ayida watched me, eyes soft, cautious.
"Y'all okay?" she asked gently. Her presence calmed me and reminded me my life wasn't just mine anymore.
But the shadow waiting behind all this softness, was the street calling my name.
."We will be," I said finally, pullin her closer.
I lifted her onto the table, sittin her down gently but claimin my space between her legs at the same time.
My hands planted on either side of her hips, cagin her in.
"I'ma leave here in a lil bit to go meet my brothers," I said, voice low as I leaned in to kiss up her collarbone.
Her skin was warm, smelled faintly like soap and water.
I felt her tense under my mouth, her breath catchin, but she didn't open her mouth.
"I probably won't be back until late." I lifted my head, looking her dead in her face.
"What you got planned for today?" Her expression went blank.
It was plain, cold, unreadable, like she shut the door on her emotions before I even finished talkin.
She didn't answer. She just stared. Then she rolled her eyes and pushed off the counter, sliding off the table with that little shoulder shift she did when she was irritated.
She brushed past me and walked back toward the bedroom without a word.
I let out a long breath and dragged my hand down my face.
Then followed her. "Come on, Yiyi," I said, steppin into the doorway.
She stood there with her back to me, arms crossed.
"You know I can only do this lay-low, pussy-ass shit for so long, baeeebby.
" She kept her back to me like she was forcing me to stare at the consequence of my choices instead of her face.
Her silence hit harder than any argument she could've thrown at me.
I stepped further into the room, voice dropping.
"Yiyi... look at me." She didn't, I walked up hugging her from behind before whisperin in her ear.
"I'm comin back baeebby, I always will. Your soul and mine entwined remember? Forever."