It was one of those rare occasions where Noble didn’t have anything going on. He drove through the city, wondering how his night would end. He’d just dropped Kenji off at home with Daysha and didn’t have to meet with the lieutenants in TLM. Noble was free for the night, and he hated how he couldn’t end it with the girl that still had this dangerous hold on him. Months had passed by and Irish was still a permanent tenant not only in his mind but in his heart. Not even his breakup with Danira shook him like this. It was easy for him to move on, but the ginger-haired, freckled-faced beauty wouldn’t release her hold on him.
Stopping at a traffic light, his phone chimed, alerting him of a text message.
Rio: I caught that fish in Miami.
Noble sat in deep thought, wondering what he was referring to until it dawned on him. The one person Rio had been on the hunt for was Cali’s side nigga. His connect had assured him that he would be found. Although it took some time, he’d come through.
Noble: Cook that bitch!
Rio: I’m already on it.
Normally, Noble went and advised him on how to handle his opp but this was personal to Rio. So, he let him decide how to serve his own revenge. Noble resumed driving until his phone rang. Hoping it wasn’t Daysha calling to nitpick with him about something regarding Kenji, he was surprised to see Danira on his screen.
“You must be going through it,” he answered.
She tittered, making him immediately smile. “Now why would you say that?”
“You know we only meet up with each other when we fucked up. So, who hurt you?”
“Ha, ha. You are so not funny, Noble. This was actually a social call. I wanted to see how you were doing.”
“I’m straight.” He turned the corner, arriving at his building.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
Despite me wanting my girl…
“That’s good. Do you feel like meeting me for a drink?”
Glancing at the clock, he nodded. “Yeah. We can do that. Where you trying to meet at?”
“Let’s go to The Glass House. The drinks are good, and the band is great.”
“A’ight, I just pulled up at my crib. I’ma change clothes then be on my way.”
“Okay, see you then.”
Noble arrived in front of his building and got out the truck. Passing his keys to the valet, he walked inside. The cool air blanketed his skin as he passed the double doors.Heading toward the elevator, he stopped midstride. No words were spoken. No thoughts passed through his mind. Noble was literally stuck as if someone had a remote control and had put him on pause.
She stood, looking so good that his mouth provided extra salivation. Irish appeared like she hadn’t been in mental torment like Noble had. She looked refreshed as if the last three months didn’t rock her being. Her toasted brown skin had a glow. Her auburn tresses were curled and cascaded on her shoulders. Those freckles that Noble adored were on full display, evoking memories of him kissing on them to surface.
Despite her pristine appearance, he saw the hesitation in her eyes. There was a yearning in her orbs that he recognized because he possessed the same desire. Irish took the first step. Her heels clicked against the shiny tile. She stood before him as he devoured her with his eyes. The rage he reserved for her had vanished without evidence of being present. The only thing in attendance between them was the love they both couldn’t terminate from their hearts.
Noble had never known a person that filled him with frustration and love, simultaneously. Irish had the ability to transform him into a mad man. He hated how much power she had over him, but he wouldn’t dare turn her away. Not when his waking moments were spent thinking about her absence.
Without uttering a single word, Irish grabbed his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. That was the sign. One that solidified that she didn’t give a fuck about anything but their relationship. Was she back for good or was she here to play games? He couldn’t say for certain. Either way, Noble didn’t resist her touch. He simply ushered her to the elevator and boarded it. His heart pounded like he’d run three miles on the treadmill. Irish was a haphazard obsession. She had thepotential to fill him with Grade A love or ruin him within an instant.
The elevator doors chimed and the couple stepped off. There were no words spoken. No pleasantries exchanged. Only the crashing of their lips while Noble’s hands explored his territory. Irish’s skin felt so supple against his fingertips. Noble was getting his fix. One that would require months of detox for him to rid his body of.
“Oh, Papa, I’ve missed you,” she moaned in his ear.
Noble could’ve nutted at that very moment. Her voice was like syrup on homemade pancakes. It was sweet and packed with a longing that only he understood. Picking her up, he carried her to the kitchen island and laid her down. Hiking up her dress, Noble was pleased to see that Irish didn’t have on any panties. Her pussy was bare, gleaming from her arousal and Noble couldn’t wait to taste his favorite fruit.
One swipe of his tongue had Irish’s body bucking. Pushing her legs back, Noble licked her folds before focusing on the bud that was sure to unravel her.
“Oh, Papa, yessss,” she cooed, massaging her breasts through the fabric. “I’ve needed you so bad.”
