Page 64 of Tangled Hearts
Cash refused to answer but Rock could tell by his body language that he was. Ever since they were kids, Cash wanted Noir and the whole hood knew it. In the beginning, she was the reason he started rapping. He knew in order to get a girl like her, he needed money. And when he started to buzz, he made sure he could put her on. That was the reason she was a social media influencer, now. One shout out from him and her pages did numbers.
“Rock!” Noir threw her arms open, rushing into his. “I missed your ugly ass so much,” she choked up.
He squeezed her body. He missed her smart mouth, fast tail too. “You grew up.”
“I know, right and I did it without you. It wasn’t the same without the other tire to our hooptie.”
Her reciting the analogy Mae Lou came up with for the four of them was a bittersweet moment because he had yet to lay eyes on the girl of his dreams. “Where is your girl?” he finally asked. He didn’t want to ask Hov for whatever reason.
Noir’s body tensed. “She was right behind m?—”
“Damn,” Rock whispered, letting go of his hold on Noir.
Knycole’s hips swayed as she glided through the club and up the stairs.Breathtaking and captivating. She was also nervous. The nude matte lippy on her lips didn’t stand a chance against her full lips and well pronounced cupid’s bow. She wore a black dress that left little to the imagination with six-inch heels. The diamonds in her ears and around her neck and wrist outshined the club’s lights. In her hand was a small bag. Finally, her eyes connected with Rock’s. He was even more handsome than when he left. Her stride slowed, as his picked up.
“Knycole, baby.” He reached in to grab her without warning or permission. As if they’d never missed a beat, his strong hands dug into her soft ass when he pulled her into him. “You done really grew up on me.”
“You too,” she smirked, referring to the bulge that was stabbing her through his pants. “Step back and let me see you, boy.”
Doing as he was told, she admired his brown face, blemish free, and housing a nice goatee. Her infatuation with him drew a smile to his face showing off the slight gap he still had. To her, it was the sexiest thing about him. Back like he never left, he was draped in designer from head to toe; a long way from Jordan and Nike but even then, he could dress. Seeing him all glowed up, reminded her of what was in her bag.
“You remember that money you left me?” She asked. He nodded unable to keep his eyes off her body. “Here,” She pulledout a stack of money. “For every year, I multiplied it by two. So, here’s fifty-five thousand.”
“Man, hell nah. I gave you that because I wanted to—not because I wanted you to pay me back. Knycole you trippin’.” He pushed the money back to her.
“All the more reason why you should keep it. We were so young and yet you made it your responsibility to take care of me when you could barely take care of yourself. Please take it and take me home. Now!” Her last request was a given yes, but he would have to think about keeping the money.
Seeing him in person was more than she thought it would be. Years of memories flooded her brain and heart while creating moisture between her legs. Knycole wanted Rock bad and partying in the club no longer seemed fun.
Barely through the door, both of them had their tongues down each other’s throats. Knycole loved the feel and taste of him—it was velvety smooth and tasted of dark liquor. His hands were a little uneasy, but she understood why. It had been years since he had a woman’s touch.
“Rock.” She moaned when his finger found her wet bottom set of lips.
Using his middle finger to split her sweetness open, Rock wasted no time dipping into her center. She sank into his body instantly, melting into the folds of his muscular body. He was a dream that she didn’t want to wake up from.
“I don’t remember your pussy feeling like this. Show me how much you’ve grown. Come sit on this dick,” he commanded, beckoning her with his finger still line dancing inside of her.
“Ugh.” Her head fell back from how good it felt.
Rock removed his finger and searched for her couch in the dark. When he found it, he took a seat after removing his pants and boxers. “Come put that pussy on me,” he spoke while stroking his hard dick.
Standing in between his legs, Knycole slid a condom on his curved member. She straddled his thighs, using her hands to guide her body onto his. “Shit,” she purred connecting their bodies.
His stare was intense, but she was determined to put on a show for him. She needed him to know she was a big girl now. Rocking her hips, she kept a steady rhythm. The sound of him pumping in her juices bounced off the wall. They both couldn’t believe they were finally reconnected after what felt like eternity.
All night into the wee hours of the morning, they fucked in every position. It went from sensual love making to pornographic downright dirty fucking and sucking. Her body was sore, and his dick was drained by the time they finally decided to close their eyes.
The next morning the sweet sounds of birds woke Rock from the most peaceful slumber he ever had. He really missed sleeping beside her. Using the silence of the morning and the light from the sun, he studied her face, scanning over the rest of her naked body until he stopped at the queen chess piece on her left hand. He’d seen something similar but couldn’t remember where.
“The fuck?” He sat up in the bed when he heard footsteps and voices. Looking around the room, he looked for a gun or something. Only one day out, and he was already about to get into some bullshit.
The room door swung open. “Dad, why Uncle Rock in the bed with my mama?” Qua asked.
CHAPTER 15
Knycole’s eyesdanced around the room from Rock to Hov then down to Qua. Her heart rate couldn’t beat any faster since it was already about to pop out of her chest. The burning of everyone’s eyes being on her didn’t make it any better either.
Once everything registered with him, Rock jumped up from the bed, dick stuck to his thigh. “The fuck is this?” His question was posed to both Knycole and his best friend.
