“Fuck, Irish. Don’t tell me that shit.” He pumped in and out, feeling weaker with each stroke.
“I promise. I’m all yours, Papa. Nobody else’s.”
That sounded like his favorite song, which propelled nostalgia to engulf him. Burying deep into her wetness while she promised to be his was a dream he didn’t know he possessed. Just like that, the last three months of agony was wiped away. Their slate would start clean. Noble was hers and she would be his.
“Tell me again,” he commanded before sloppily kissing her lips.
“I’m yours, baby. I belong to you.”
His body didn’t warn him that his climax was near. Without a signal, Noble exploded inside Irish, marking her pussy and making it impossible for any man to compete. He came so hard that his teeth clenched and limbs quivered. After regaining his sight, he looked her in the eyes. Exchanging breaths, he said the words that he had been longing to tell her for the second time.
“I love you, Pumpkin.”
She smiled, brightening his night and the days to come.
“I love you too, Papa. So much, you hear me?”
He nodded, still feeling under the influence of her pussy, and kissed her lips.
“You got me wanting to kidnap your ass.”
She tittered. “I told you I’m here.”
“You mean that?”
“Of course.”
“A’ight.” He licked her flavor from his lips. “Let’s get away.”
She held his hairy cheeks in her hands. “Where to?”
“Don’t worry about that. Just say you coming with me.”
“I’ll go through every valley just as long as I’m with you.”
Kissing her lips again, he said, “Come on. Let’s go.”
Rio sat on the desk, his legs swinging back and forth while looking at the bloody figure before him. Sitting in complete silence, Rio sized Braye up, trying to gather what Cali saw in him. He was a lil’ nigga to Rio; someone who didn’t hold acandle to him in any department. Braye was inches shorter than him. Not scrawny but definitely not built like a soldier.
Rio chuckled, rubbing his hand down his smooth skin. He made a mental note to get his facial hair lined up since he was growing out a beard. Jumping off the desk, Rio slowly ambled over to him. Braye reminded him of an orange that had been peeled. Blood oozed from several cuts on his face. Both eyes were swollen shut and his bottom lip was so inflated, Rio thought it would eventually fall off.
After he was captured in Miami, Cee and Slime drove him back to St. Parklynn where Rio allowed the jits in TLM to have their way with Braye. They’d done a number on him, knocking him unconscious more than once.
Pulling up a chair, Rio sat in front of him. This was the face-off he had been waiting on. He’d already gotten rid of Cali, but this had been hanging over his head. Rio hadn’t been able to sleep ever since Braye went on the run. Knowing he had caught the man, who caused him a great deal of trauma, filled him with joy that had been gone for over three months.
“You just an overall dumb nigga,” Rio noted, slouching into the chair. “Who goes on the run and hide in Miami?”
Braye’s head swayed as he softly groaned in agony. “Just get it over with.” His mutter showcased how much pain he had to be in.
Rio shook his head. “Nah, fam. I had to go through months of being in the hospital. What makes you think you gon’ get an easy death?”
Braye snorted then spit blood out of his mouth. “So, what was y’all plan?”
“Who is y’all?” he asked, heaving.
“You and Cali. Were y’all planning on killing me to live life like a happy couple?”
A small smirk surfaced on his swollen lip. “That was never gonna happen.”
