Page 155 of Tangled Hearts
“Is that okay?” She asked, breath stalling not knowing what his answer would be.
“If all you can give me is pieces right now, I’ll hold them and keep them safe until you’re whole again.” He kissed her chin since that was the closest thing to his lips.
Noir held him tighter. “I’ve been gasping for air but being in your arms feels like I can breathe… I just wanna breathe.”
“Then breathe with me until you can do it on your own. I don’t mind sharing.”
Noir’s body shook as she cried again.
“I got you, pretty girl.”
She nodded, sniffling. “What if I need to feel something?”
“Like what?” His voice rose in question.
Her body started to grind on him, his dick waking up immediately.
Cash laughed. “You can get me to do anything, Noir. But fucking you in this bed, in this house, I ain’t doing that.”
“Then take me to your house.”
He just shook his head, swaying her in his arms. “You so freaked out, pretty girl.”
“You do it to me,” Noir laughed, tucking her face deeper into his neck before running her teeth along his skin.
Cash’s body shivered. “Let me get some food in you.”
“And some dick,” she whined, in heat, humping his rising dick.
He tapped her ass. “Get dressed, pretty girl.”
Noir jumped up, ready to go wherever Cash was taking her. She loved being in his space. Loved his energy and how he just let her be whoever she wanted to be that day. He challenged her with the way he worked hard and played harder. So, there was no hesitation to finally leave the house she’d loved in for the last five years. Even when shit went left, Noir knew Christian loved her. He just didn’t listen when she gave him the blueprint on how to love her the right way. And even in death, she would always love him too.
“And, Noir,” Cash called out when she walked into the bathroom.
“Yea?”
“You gotta take that nigga’s shirt off… I ain’t that mature yet.”
She laughed, grabbing the shirt tighter. Still, she listened and went into the closet to find something that belonged to her.
Noir straddled him. The box of food was on the nightstand now. She had more than a few bites, so her stomach was full and her pussy was purring. Her nails dragged up his bare chest as she rocked forward just enough to tease him. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the oversized tee she grabbed. No panties either. That was on purpose.
Cash had one arm behind his head like he wasn’t even fazed, but his dick was thick against his thigh. She saw it. Felt it too.
She reached down and palmed him through the cotton, dragging her hand up and down.
“You gon’ stop playing?” His voice got serious, but his eyes were damn near begging.
“I’m not playing,” she mumbled, grinding against the spot she knew was gon’ make him groan.
He grabbed her hips and held her there. “Keep doing that, and I’m not pulling out.”
Noir giggled.
“You so fuckin’ toxic, pretty girl.”
“All I hear is exotic.” She licked her lips, still rocking her body on him.
