Page 63 of Breaking the Rules
The more she bucked against him, the heavier his breathing became. Every stroke becoming more purposeful.
Noble pulled out, flipped her over, draped her legs over his shoulder, and pushed back in. Savanhi’s eyes rolled back, and her fingers tangled in his chains.
“Noble,” she breathed between kisses and swipes of her tongue over his lips. “You’re mine.”
“Been that way since night one,” he shuddered, his strokes getting heavier. “Been mine. Shit. You got me lost in this pussy.”
“I’ll keep you,” she moaned. “All of you. I swear.”
“Fuck,” he huffed, his face falling into the crook of her neck. Sucking it, he groaned. “I’m not comin’ up off you.”
“I don’t want you to,” she moaned a gasp, feeling herself expand in ways no other man had made happen before. “Fuck the rules.”
“Been broke those muhfuckas,” he groaned, feeling the eruption of his own.
Savanhi welcomed his eruption. Every stroke painted her walls, and she covered him with hers. “You’re making a mess of me.”
“You’re putting me back together.”
Every inchof her body still drummed to Noble’s rhythm. The sun crept into the room filled with Noble’s snores and the evidence of their rounds well into the morning. She groaned, rolling over to her buzzing phone on the nightstand. Opening one eye, she saw the number she’d been hoping to see.
Easing her sore limbs from the bed, she grabbed a robe, donned it around her, and tiptoed out of the room, hoping not to wake Noble.
“You have a phone call from an inmate, Zayden Day, at the Los Oceania County Jail. Do you accept the charges?”
“Yes,” Savanhi replied, eager to hear his voice. The line connected, and she croaked. “Zay.”
“Uh uh girl,” Zayden corrected immediately. “Don’t start your shit. You good? You need me to send someone by with money?”
“I’m good, I’m good,” she stated, clearing her throat. “How are you? Everything okay? Have you talked to your lawyer?”
“I want you to know I’ve cussed you out in seven different ways.”
“Zayden, what did you want me to do? I couldn’t just let you sit there.”
Zayden huffed, knowing his sister’s heart was huge. “I know, but you got to be okay while I’m in here. Are you still dancing? They said they haven’t seen you at the club. What are you doing for money? Tell me you not trickin’.”
“Zay, you got to have some type of faith in me and know that I can survive without you. Why would I trick? Let’s be for real.”
He sighed, “I know. I know. Being in here is fuckin’ with me. I worry about you and these niggas. They’ll want you because of how you’d look on their arm, but they won’t treat you right.”
“And you know that’s for certain,” Savanhi sassed with an eye roll.
“That’s always the case, Vanhi,” Zayden replied, making Savanhi scratch her scalp through her mess of hair.
“That’s kind of disappointing that you don’t trust me to be okay without you.”
“When have you been without me?” Zayden fussed.
“Never, but that’s not the point. I’m without you now. I’m having to figure it out now. I can’t call you to fix my car or check my apartment before I come home from a late night. You left me out here on my own, Zay.” Savanhi felt her eyes burn with tears. “I can’t afford studio time. I can’t dance in a club because these niggas you called friends can’t stand you. I didn’t ask you to hustle for me.”
“When was this complaint when I was paying your rent up for months?”
“I didn’t ask you to pay my rent up for months, Zay, and I remember begging you to find something else. You didn’t listen. You knew it all. Now look, it’s not just you caught up. It’s a mother who has to be away from her child. It’s me out here trying to repair the shit that’s broken-”
“I didn’t call you to argue. I wanted to check on you.”
Savanhi swiped her face free of tears and sighed. “I’m good. Thanks. I paid your retainer and Kymber’s. Hopefully things pan out well for you. I don’t know if you’re going to be home in a year or ten, but I hope you don’t come home and fall into the same trap.”
