Page 61 of Breaking the Rules
“Go, Deucey, go!” she giggled, chanting Areli’s chant and tapping his firm butt.
“Keep that up,” he muttered sinisterly.
“I will. Keep the trophy in L.O.”
She walked back to her spot and watched him swing the bat like this was the bottom of the ninth in a World Series game. Leocame up behind, scoring half the hits in sixty seconds that Noble made. Savanhi jumped up and down with Areli. Who needed fans when they had Savanhi and Areli cheering?
“That’s how you secure a bag,” Remi shouted.
Areli stood by, watching her uncle do a few interviews before he scooped her up. Savanhi watched nearby, like Areli was hers to protect.
“I’m not cashing the million-dollar check for me. I’ve been blessed. This money is going to a local charity here, called The Refuge. It’s a group home that helps both children and families be reunited,” Noble shared with the journalist.
Savanhi felt a light tap on her shoulder and turned her body slightly to see Yandi Saxon. Though she was happily married to Kendrick Saxon, she was a force of her own. One of, if not the biggest, developers on the West Coast.
“Hi, I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Yandi. My husband has been going on and on about us meeting. I wanted to do it before our games next week and all those women and their ears,” Yandi shared with a warm smile.
“Deuce has been telling me about you too. I’m happy to finally meet you. I know their schedule is crazy, but if you’re down for it, my cousin is doing a girls’ night tattoo party in The Village.”
“You mean I get to leave the kids with their daddy and have some adult fun?”
“Precisely,” Savanhi laughed.
“I’m there, take my number and shoot me the details,” Yandi screeched. “I love my kids, but momma wants to go out too.”
The women shared a laugh, exchanged numbers, and went their separate ways. Noble hosted the crew to dinner at the Saxon’s steakhouse. After enjoying a meal and dessert, Remi took Areli off the couple’s hands, leaving the pair to a night alone. As Savanhi walked into the house, she hummed.
“I don’t know if I like this.”
“Silence?” Noble asked, dropping his bag in the laundry room.
“Yes. I miss her. What are you doing to me?”
Noble smirked and rose a brow. “What you talkin’ about?”
“You know what I’m talking about, Deuce. I feel like I have a family.”
“You happy?”
“I haven’t stopped smiling. However, in the light of being child-free. You should meet me in the room.”
“You gon’ be sleep when I come in?” he joked, but his tone held a hint of seriousness.
“Nope. I had two energy drinks,” Savanhi sassed, walking away. “I can go all night.”
TWENTY
“Mm,” she hummed, watching Noble kiss, lick, and suck his way down and around her body.
“You know, all day I’ve been thinking about how sweet you taste. You taste like you smell,” he moaned, inhaling her scent and savoring the taste of her skin.
“Like what?” Savanhi moaned. He swiped his hot tongue over her pillowy inner thigh.
He chuckled, nipping on the softness. “Home. You smell like home. Like, I can live here and be safe here. And you’ll hold what I plant and nurture it. Like cherries and cream, and what is that? Jasmine? It drives me crazy. That night you fucked me to sleep and left me, it was all over the sheets, all over my clothes. It’s all over the house.”
Savanhi chuckled. “I think you like me.”
He pushed her thighs open more and marveled at the pinkness of her center. “Nah, I more than like you.”
