Page 162 of Tangled Hearts
Back home, the house felt cozy. A mansion with too many rooms, but warm because it was theirs. She’d decorated and made sure to fill every space with things that gave the house charm and character.
Knycole curled up against Hov on the couch once Qua was down for the night.
“How you feeling?” she asked, tracing hearts across his chest.
“What you mean?” Hov asked, tilting his head down to look at her.
“After everything,” she pressed, “with Christian… with finding out about your sister.”
His breath came out measured. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. I spent my whole life thinking I ain’t have nobody but the streets and whoever I let close. Then I find out my big brother been right there all along, and now he’s gone. And I got a sister I never met. It’s… too much.”
Knycole rubbed his arm, waiting.
“I keep thinking, what if she likes the life she got? The one where she never knew I existed. What if she wanna keep that?” His voice got deeper, cracking at the edges. “I don’t wanna blow her world up. Don’t even know if I got the right.”
She shifted closer, arms wrapping around him. “You do got the right. You’re her blood. That doesn’t go away just ‘cause she doesn’t know you yet. If I had a sibling, I would want to know even if I was on my death bed.”
His eyes glossed but tears didn’t spill. “When I was little… when the house used to be so empty, I’d sit there knowing my mom probably wasn’t coming back. I used to think I was just gon’ disappear one day too. Now I got family I ain’t never met, and I don’t even know if I fit into their world.”
Knycole held him tighter. “You’re strong, Hov. Stronger than you even know. You’re worthy of every kind of love, every kind of family. Whether she’s ready or not, you still got the right to be seen. To be known.”
He nodded. “I hear you.”
She kissed his temple. “And even if she doesn’t open that door, you always got me. You got Qua. You got Rock and Noir…You already built a family that’s solid.”
Hov finally let his shoulders sink, leaning into her hold. “Yea. That’s what matter.”
“But you gotta forgive Noir,” Knycole added.
He yanked her on top of him. “What you willing to do for me to forgive her?”
“Me?!” She laughed. “I shouldn’t have to do anything.”
“That’s your friend.”
“Hov, please stop playing with me. If you want me to put this pussy on you, all you gotta do is say that.”
Hov licked his lips. “I want you to put that pussy on me, Knycole.”
She fell forward in a fit of laughter. “Oh, my gosh… you ain’t tired of this cat yet?”
“Hell nah,” He looked at her like she was crazy. “I’ll never get tired of it. And when you get your degree and start your new job, I’m nutting all in this pussy. I need a daughter.”
She smiled, getting serious. “I think we need to practice a little.” Knycole stood up to take her night gown off.
Hov chewed on his lip, eye slow full of lust. “Bend over and show me your pussy.”
She did like she was told and gave him the perfect view of her pink insides.
Hov slapped her ass hard as hell.
“Nigga!”
“Show how wet it is,” Hov was locked in. Nothing else mattered. He was happy they were in the sitting area in the owner’s suite. He’d hate for Qua to see him mama getting beat out the frame.
Knycole gulped but dipped her finger into her pussy. She stroked herself a few times before pulling out her finger. It was soaked in her juice.
“Let me taste that shit.” He licked her fingers while making eye contact with her.
