Chapter 13 #2
Irish’s body shuddered, remembering how Noble had fucked her in the open shower earlier after they came back from snorkeling.
“Yeah, but I need more attention.”
Noble bobbed his head, sliding his phone in his pocket. Resting his forearms on the table, he leaned in a bit.
“How come you haven’t been drinking?”
Irish was stunned by his question. Shifting in her seat, she cleared her throat before she responded, “What do you mean?”
“You ain't been drinking,” he reiterated. “When I made you a drink, you sat it on the table but didn’t drink it. When we did a toast last night, you acted like you took a sip, but you didn’t. So, tell me what’s up, Pumpkin. You going through something?”
Irish hated how observant Noble was. She was indeed not drinking and acting like she had been taking sips. Inhaling a deep breath, she gazed at the table.
“You pregnant?”
Her gaze shot up to meet his amused one.
“Why would you ask me that?”
“‘Cause I wanna know.”
Irish suddenly felt hot. She waved herself with her hand and peered out at the ocean.
Life had been so hectic that throwing an unplanned pregnancy had shaken her up.
Finding out a couple days ago, Irish was stunned at the positive pregnancy test. She’d been sick, not wanting to get out of bed.
Mistakenly, she thought her symptoms were due to her separation from Noble.
However, once her period failed to come, she knew something was wrong.
“Yes, Noble. I’m pregnant.”
He studied her for a moment then asked, “When were you going to tell me?”
“Before we left here. I just wanted to enjoy you for a little while before I said something to you.”
His brows furrowed. “What? Did you think I would be mad?”
She mulled for a moment. “Honestly, I didn’t know how you would take it, considering we had been apart for close to three months. You know how men can be.”
“No, I don't.” He forked some of his fish and ate it. “I only know how I am and you should, too.”
Irish picked up on his attitude right away.
“I wasn’t trying to offend you but let’s be real. As soon as some distance is placed in a relationship, and a woman pops up pregnant, men swear it could be a possibility that the baby isn’t theirs.”
“That’s what lame-ass niggas do. Not real men,” he corrected her.
Irish didn’t respond, trying to gauge what kind of mood Noble was in.
“Well, you know, I didn’t want to be a weak bitch, so I didn’t rush into anything.” She smiled at him as he rolled his eyes.
Irish was still salty at his reference toward her the night they broke up. Noble was so harsh, lacking any adoration he claimed to possess for her.
“Why you bring that up?”
“Because it hurt my feelings. Why did you have to say that to me?”
Scratching his eyebrow, Noble sighed. “Because you were being weak for a man who was taking advantage of you. Also, I didn’t say you a weak bitch. I said if you wanna keep being a weak bitch. That’s a difference.”
She narrowed her eyes, feeling her mood alter. “Do you really wanna go there?”
“I don't. What do you need to move on from that? An apology?”
“Only if it’s genuine.”
Chuckling, he licked his lips. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, Irish. The last person I ever wanna hurt is you.”
“Thanks.” She flashed a flat smile.
“Now, let’s get back to the real. How far along are you?”
“I don't know.” She shrugged, mentally jogging her memory of the last time they’d had sex. It was the first time he had planted his seed inside her. Irish didn’t think it would happen on the first time yet here they were. “I literally found out the night I came to your apartment.”
His deep gaze studied her for a moment. “Is it mine?”
Irish gaped at him in disbelief when suddenly, Noble laughed. He chortled really hard before waving his hand.
“I’m just fucking with you. Don't be mad at me.”
“You're a jerk.” She rolled her eyes. “And don't touch me tonight, either.”
His laughing ceased immediately as his eyebrows rose. “Word? That’s what you on?”
“Yep. Pumpkin spice is closed for the night.”
Noble took the napkin that was in his lap and placed it on his plate. He rose and rounded the table to Irish. When he touched her, the icy exterior she tried so hard to possess melted in an instant. Pulling her up, he swarmed her with his aromatic scent as he wrapped his hands around her waist.
“Your pussy is mine. So, you don’t have a say so in how I handle it. Don't ever try to cut me off.”
Irish turned her head so he wouldn’t see her smile.
She couldn’t believe the power this man controlled over her.
How did love find her so suddenly? Years of being in the pit of loneliness had paid off.
She’d patiently waited for a love to call her own and Noble had shown up.
He was willing to risk his reputation and position to be with her.
Their love was so imperfect but authentic.
Problems awaited her back in St. Parklynn but with Noble, she felt a sense of courage.
Finally, she had someone ready to face the world alongside her and it warmed her heart.
“Look at me.”
Irish did what he commanded and peered into his eyes. Time came to a pause. The world around them seemed to stall as he kissed her lips. This had to be illegal. No way was Irish free to experience love of this magnitude.
“Tell me you're mine.”
“I’m yours, Papa. You know that.”
Pulling down the straps of her tassel dress, Noble ordered, “Tell me you trust me.”
Irish hadn’t had one sip of alcohol yet, somehow, she had become inebriated. Her bare body was exposed as her dress pooled around her ankles. Noble massaged her tender nipples while kissing her neck. She forgot his statement as his tongue left trail marks all over her skin.
“Tell me,” he rasped as her eyes closed.
“I trust you, baby.”
Noble drew back, pulling his shirt off and stepping out of his shorts. Her favorite friend poked through his boxers before he unleashed it. Irish’s mouth salivated at the thick meat that was embellished with bulging veins.
“Oop!” she yelped when he picked her up.
Carrying her to the infinity pool, Noble submerged their bodies in the cool water. Pinning her against the edge, he consumed her lips in a hungry manner, eliciting her pussy to pump with desire.
“You could never keep my pussy from me.”
Irish wrapped her legs around his waist. Beyonce belting in the background set the perfect mood.
His lips kissed her breasts until he got to her nipples.
Softly, his tongue flickered them, causing her head to fall back in bliss.
The passion radiating between them was so powerful, it almost gave her an overdose.
“Damn, Pumpkin. I hate how addicted I am to you,” he growled, alternating between nipples.
“Why, Papa?” she whispered as he took her breath away. Irish’s arousal couldn’t be charted. Her body didn’t belong to her anymore. She vibrated with ecstasy, feeling like puddy inside Noble’s hands.
“‘Cause you make me feel crazy. I’ll kill a nigga ‘bout you, Pumpkin.”
She’d never heard anything more romantic in her life. Jovanis had already proven to her that he would do the same but Noble was different. They hadn’t had a secret exchange that forcibly bonded them to each other. It was organic with reciprocated love that she bathed in.
His erection met her opening, pushing inside of her and staking its rightful place.
“I love you so much, Papa,” she professed.
Noble stroked her with a skillset that had Irish under the influence. Clawing his back, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, feeling like she would burst any second.
“I love you, and I can’t wait for you to have our baby.”
That reminder brought tears to her eyes.
He had impregnated her and their baby was made with love—not the perfect kind but the kind that couldn’t be denied.
Their relationship had been a messy crime scene, and the charge was a crime of passion.
They’d created life together and although it wasn’t planned, Irish was pleased.
“Damn, Papa,” she grumbled. “My pus… shit… okay.”
The strokes had reached deadly status. Irish couldn’t form a complete sentence because her orgasm had taken over every sense in her body. Her skin was on fire, and he didn’t let up for a second. Noble fucked her like he was reminding her of who he was, not that she needed one.
“I hate you so bad,” she whimpered, feeling like he’d done an exorcism on her pussy.
“Don't lie, Pumpkin,” he murmured, kissing her jaw. “Tell me the truth.”
“I love you so much.”
His thrusts were harder, causing waves to splash around their bodies.
“Tell me again.”
“Oh fuck, Noble. I love you too much!” she screeched, feeling another climax but this time, he joined her.
His grunts were deep in her ear as his dick pulsated inside her. A symphony of moans and groans drowned out the music in the background. Their chorused orgasm almost brought tears to her eyes. Reaching their peaks together was an intimate experience that Irish needed more of.
“I knew I should've gotten on birth control when I met you.”
He chuckled, kissing her chin. “You love for me to cum inside you.”
Indeed, she did but Irish would never admit it. “Thank you.”
He studied her for a moment. “For what?”
“Being my rock when my back was against the wall. Thank you for your patience and for this getaway. I really needed this.”
Kissing her lips, she melted in his embrace. “I told you I got you. You believe me?”
Irish nodded, holding onto every word that left his lips. “Good, now let’s go eat and make plans for when you get back to St. Parklynn.”
Days later…
Jovanis tapped his fingers against the stainless-steel table.
His teeth gnawed into the skin on his lip as he awaited his arrival.
Minutes passed and inmates piled into the visiting room.
Tuck was one of the last few who swaggered inside.
With narrowed eyes, he scanned the room until his stare landed on Jovanis.