Page 66 of Breaking the Rules
“Thank you.”
Four games back-to-back in the city, and he’d seen less of his girls than he did when he was on the road. He couldn’t stand it. He loved baseball, but he loved Areli’s comebacks, Savanhi’s random kisses, and falling asleep on him, waking up to theirgiggles and pancakes. The dance breaks Areli made them do when she wasn’t getting all of their attention. In the blink of an eye, he’d gotten the family of his own he’d always wanted.
Noble had one day to catch up with his girls before heading to Waynesville for another handful of games. He’d made it a point to take Areli out to a cake-making class and then to the flower shop to make bouquets for her and Savanhi. The bouquet that Areli judged him heavily on before helping him complete it. The cake, they made on the way home with Areli and Remi.
He found a corner free of dancers and their nosy parents and patiently waited for her to wrap up the class. This was the first time he got to see her in her element. He watched her in the house with Areli, a little two-step when she thought no one was watching. Here – here she was alive, glowing, beaming; fully immersed in her element.
“Four, five, six, seven, eight,” Savanhi counted off, her back turned to the corner Noble was standing in. “Pirouette, chasse, jete. Again. Keep those cores tight! Hit it, hit it! Step ball change, pivot turn, repeat. Spine aligned, head up! Fan kick. On the beat or I will make you start again.”
The twelve girls Savanhi taught worked the floor in a beautiful, coordinated dance.
“Again,” Savanhi shouted over the music. “Good, not great but good!”
The music ended, and Savanhi clapped her hands. “Our first showcase is in six weeks. If you don’t know the numbers in your sleep, you will not be dancing. I do not care how much money your parents pay. This is not charity. This is hard work and a closed rehearsal, parents. Please, next class, drop them off and leave. Ladies, I will see you on Tuesday, promptly at four. If you’re late, I will charge the card on file.”
With that, the dozen girls packed their things and exited the space. When she thought she was alone, she pulled in a deepbreath and spun around to the door, finding Noble. She gasped and jumped on him.
“Your mean ass don’t answer the phone,” he toyed, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You missed me?”
“You have no idea,” she groaned, kissing his face. “And I am mean when you leave me. How long do I have you?”
“Tonight,” he buzzed, balancing her so he could lock the door and close the shades.
Savanhi pouted between kisses. “So a quickie and Shaking Shack?”
“Or I could take you to buy a dress and take you to Saxon’s?”
“Mm mm, I have to be classy in Saxon’s,” she groaned, still kissing him. “I don’t want to be classy right now.”
Noble chuckled and placed her on the receptionist’s desk. “At some point, you can let me take you on an actual date.”
“You could, but right now,” Savanhi purred, rubbing her hands up and down his abs, tugging at the top of his shorts. “What was all that shit you were talking the other night? You were going to fold me and make me stop talkin’ my shit.”
Noble licked his lips. “I’m still standing on that. What you say? Something about you weren’t gonna need me?”
Savanhi giggled, feeling him hook the seat of her leotard. “I didn’t say that. I said I was making my own money and I didn’t need you to keep putting deposits into my account.”
“That sounded like you didn’t need me,” Noble huffed, freeing himself and pressing against her wetness. He pushed in and grunted. “You get wetter and fuckin’ wetter.”
“It’s a side effect of you,” Savanhi moaned in his ear before nipping it.
Noble gripped her hips, legs thrown over his shoulder while thrusting in and grinding inside of her. Savanhi inhaled his scent like it were the air she was dependent on breathing. Their mouths connected, bodies intertwined, making a soundtrackwith melodic layers of longing, passion, and a blooming love that would sustain them for the years to come.
“Tell me another side effect,” he huskily requested.
“Losing balance,” Savanhi panted into his hair. Her nails clawing at his biceps. “Forever falling into all that you are. Trusting you with – ahh baby. Right there, right there.”
“Mmhmm,” he groaned. “That’s that sweet spot.”
“You make a mess of me so good. So so so good,” she purred. “Fuckin’ up this new desk.”
“We’ll clean it after. Cum on your dick, Sassy,” he hissed, strokes becoming shorter, feeling his release coming.
“You want me to cream on it,” she asked, biting her lip. “Tell me.”
“Cover that shit up.”
Savanhi did what she was told, coating him from the base to the tip and back again. Head flung back in a euphoric haze, eyes gazing into the stars, mouth agape, Savanhi in the throes of passion caused by him was the most beautiful sight. He kissed and licked her neck, pulling himself out of her creamy goodness.
