Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
Honor Gravehart
Navy was sprawled across our bed, looking more at ease than I'd seen her in a while.
On her back, one leg tucked under the blanket and the other bent at the knee.
She laid there unaware of the effect she still had on me.
Decades had passed between us, and I still found myself gazing at her in awe.
It made no sense how someone like her could fuck with a nigga like me.
Light where I was dark, she carried grace in her bones while I carried ghosts. And yet, there she was…
In my bed.
In my life.
My first thought in the morning.
My last prayer at night.
Sunlight poured through the window, bronzing her skin and making it shimmer.
My mouth watered at the sight of her. Soft and untouched by the chaos that was about to turn our worlds upside down.
For the last fifteen minutes or so, I just stood there watching her sleep, watching her breathe, memorizing the rise and fall of her chest like I'll need that exact pattern later.
I paid extra attention to the way peace settled over her face like she finally trusted the world enough to rest in it.
I hated I was gonna be the reason her peace was shattered, but it had to be done.
Men like Lucian and me weren't meant to grow old.
We didn't get the privilege of having retirement plans and soft endings.
At some point, our sins catch up. The ghosts of the lives we've taken stop lurking in the dark and start chasing.
When they finally catch you, your only choice is to pay for everything you've ever done.
I already made peace with the idea that my chase was close to being over, so for the moment I did my best to sketch Navy into the space behind my eyes.
The exact shade the sun pulled from her skin.
The way her lashes rested against her cheeks.
The subtle grin that touched her lips. I memorized the curve of her thigh, the quiet essence of her presence filling the room.
I memorized it all because I needed to be able to close my eyes and see her like this when everything burned.
Peaceful.
Untouched.
Softly grinning.
Mine.
After a few more seconds, I climbed onto the bed, one knee at a time, so I wouldn't wake her.
The mattress dipped under my weight, and she stirred, a soft whimper leaving her lips.
I hovered over her, taking her in from this angle.
My hand slid gently over her thigh, thumb tracing absent patterns into her skin just to satisfy my craving to touch her.
I leaned down, kissing the space between her throat and neck.
The place I loved to suck until nothing was left but my mark, proof that she belonged to me.
But today I didn't want to mark Navy as mine.
I wanted to appreciate her for the woman she is.
My lips lingered there, then I lifted my head, brushing my nose along her jaw, breathing her in.
When Navy woke up, I needed her to remember this morning as us in love, even if everything between us had already come undone.
I shifted down the bed slowly, dragging my hand along her body.
The sheets whispered as I moved between her legs and tossed the blanket to the side.
From this angle, her hair was fanned out across the pillow.
My hands slid up her calves, pushing her legs open.
"I just wanna look at you," I groaned, eyeing her perfectly waxed pussy.
I dragged my fingers along her inner thighs, then let them slip between the seam of her lips.
She shifted, a breath leaving her as the scent of her wrapped around me.
I savored her for when she couldn't be this close.
Warm circles, I traced, pressing into her clit every so often.
Her breathing hitched. Her legs parted wider, inviting me in.
"Please," she begged, sleep thickening her voice.
"Navy," I murmured, seeping two fingers into her sticky middle.
Her lashes fluttered before her eyes opened. She looked slightly disoriented, caught between sleep and pleasure.
"Wha… what are you doing?" she moaned.
I smirked, watching as pleasure hazed her eyes into a dreamy blur.
"Loving you." My voice dropped into a smoky rasp. "Appreciating you."
"Good morning," she whispered, pushing herself up against the headboard. Sleep still clung to her voice, but the way she looked at me sent me over the edge. Twisting my fingers, I dipped in and out of her, hitting her spot teasingly.
"Fucckkk!" she sweetly hissed.
I bowed my head, parting her lips with mine, until the pulses of her clit drummed against my tongue. Suppling her clit, I massaged it between my lips, tugging gently whenever she let a whiny hum free.
"Let me eat," I groaned, feeling her thighs pressing against my ears. I started to force her legs open, then stopped and pulled back to catch her gaze.
"Hold her open for me. I wanna see her cry for a nigga."
Navy slid her hands between her thighs, letting her fingers butterfly her pussy. The inside glistened, wet and sticky, just how I loved it.
"Fuck," I grunted, catching the milky flow pouring out of her.
"Look how messy you made pretty." Navy pouted, pushing out her bottom lip.
My brows cinched. "Pretty?"
She nodded. "Is my pussy not pretty to you, Honor?"
Her voice softening had my dick fighting against the seam of my briefs.
"It's beautiful," I hummed, dipping my head and pushing my tongue inside her.
"Honor!" Navy gasped, palming my head and holding it in place. "Call her pretty."
I frowned, wondering where this pretty shit came from.
"Honor, please," she whimpered, bucking her hips toward my face.
I smirked, inhaling everything Navy had to give. Her arousal was my favorite scent. Bottle it up and wear it as cologne-type shit. I got lost in her, feasting between her thighs, making sure every slurp was felt and every lick was intentional.
"Mhmmm, you always make pretty so fuckin' messy," she whimpered, tugging at my curls.
A low sound rumbled from my chest involuntarily. Her hips twitched, slapping her sex against my lips.
"Honor," she sighed, gripping my hair and pulling my head back, "call her pretty."
"The fuck is this pretty shit?" I growled, biting into her inner thigh and slipping three fingers inside her. Navy bucked her hips, slow grinding the fuck outta my fingers.
"Oooouuu!" she moaned as I sucked the pain away.
"Who called this pussy pretty?" I dug my fingers deep until I felt the vibration of her heart.
"No one," she cooed.
"What I tell you was gon' happen if you let another nigga sniff this pussy?"
"Kill me," she smacked, licking her lips.
Her walls clenched, pulsing against my fingers as I pulled them out.
"Lay down," she panted, voice breathless. "I wanna scrub your face with my pretty pussy."
I let out a low chuckle but did as she asked and lowered myself onto the bed. She climbed over me and looked down, dropping her pussy right where it belonged. Her hips rolled, dragging her pussy across my tongue.
"Say it," she breathed down at me. "Call her pretty."
Watching her had me locked in. Navy ground against me like she owned the rhythm. Hips rolling deep and reckless. Pussy scrubbing just like she wanted. One hand gripped the headboard, the other toyed with her nipples, taking turns rolling them between her fingers.
"Shiiit," she breathed. "You eat this pussy so good, baby, but don't you wanna see her cry?" she cooed, grinding slowly.
I blinked, barely able to pull in a breath that wasn't filled with her.
"Mm-mm," she teased, raising up just enough to make my grip on her hips tighten. "Use your words, Honor."
My chest rose heavier.
Her brow arched. "Say it."
The seconds stretched and her pussy popped me on the lip for every second I didn’t speak.
"Honor," her voice weakened.
My tongue dragged across her swollen clit.
"Tell her she's pretty, Honor," she hummed.
I swallowed hard; my voice rough when I finally gave in.
"Pretty."
The word hit her like a spark to gasoline. Her head tipped back, eyes squeezing closed, pussy dragging long and slow, brushing her clit against my nose with every rock of her hips.
"Honor," she breathed as her orgasm rolled through her, flooding down on a nigga in a way that caught me off guard. She clutched the headboard, breath stuttering, body shaking in a way I hadn't seen before.
"Damn," she huffed, sinking beside me.
She leaned over, slowly kissing me and sucking off her pussy's tears.
"I'ma go shower," she announced, brushing another kiss across my lips before slipping off the bed and prancing toward the bathroom. The door clicked shut, but I kept staring at it like I was trying to see straight through the wood.
Pretty?
Navy never needed soft shit like that for her pussy to cry for a nigga, yet she folded over hearing me say that shit.
Somebody else taught her how hard that word hit.
They said it in the right tone, at the right time, and close enough for it to matter to her now.
That shit didn't sit on my chest. It pressed down like a fucking warning.
Steam followed Navy out of the bathroom, curling around her like it didn't want to let her go.
She tightened the towel around her body, and I felt the shift before she even stepped fully into the room.
Something was off, but it wasn't new. It was that same twist in my chest from the night I caught her in my office.
The same tight pull I felt when I saw those flowers on her desk that Chosyn lied about.
Navy walked past me like she didn't feel my eyes on her. She went to the dresser, grabbed her lotion, and started rubbing it into her skin.
"Do you have something you want to say to me?" she asked without turning around.
"I thought you were staying with the girls at Honey's."
Her hands kept moving over her skin, but I still caught the tension in her shoulders.
"That was the plan until Choyce showed up apologizing."