Page 83 of His Noble Heart
“Damn, baby. It’s like that?”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I’m just a girl about to lather her body with pineapple and vanilla body butter.”
I hopped up, startling my son just a bit, as I placed him in his bassinet. Once I was sure he was still in a deep sleep, I removed the jar of body butter from Noelani’s hand and took over.
“I’ll take it from here, beautiful. Lay your fine ass down.”
“Stomach or back?”
“That depends. Do you want me to eat your ass or pussy first?”
“Damn. I gotta choose?”
I loved my wife with everything in me, and I was grateful that she didn’t let my past ruin our future. Loving a bad boy with a noble heart wasn’t easy, but she did it with ease.
“You never have to choose, baby.”
Rowdy latheredmy backside with my body butter and told me to get on my hands and knees. As he promised, he ate my ass like nobody’s business, making me climax in record time. I couldn’t believe this man was doing me like this with our son just a few feet away.
“Turn over,” he requested when I collapsed onto my stomach.
I managed to roll onto my back, sighing when he began to massage my front side. I was thankful that Ms. Dawn was at work, Ramina was out with Violet, and my son had been trained to sleep through a natural disaster because my body was sensitive as hell, and I couldn’t stifle myself.
A beautiful, healthy, and happy marriage and family had always been the goals. I watched my parents model what that looked like for my entire life. I didn’t expect to find it so soon, nor did I expect to find it in a man like Rowdy, but I was grateful that I wasn’t so stuck on my expectations and let a good man slip away.
I gave birth to our son, Rowan Jacob Noble, two months ago, and we’d been on cloud nine since. Rowdy did his damnedest to convince me to name our son after him, but I shut him down every time. Rowan was the closest he could get.
We had an intimate wedding in Shyne’s backyard about two weeks before I went into labor. Initially, I swore I wanted to wait until after I gave birth, but at the last minute, I changed my mind.
In two weeks’ time, the women in our families came together and gave me exactly what I wanted. I smiled from the beginning of the ceremony, right up until the end. It would go down as one of the most memorable days of my life.
Witnessing Rowdy as a husband and father was a beautiful sight, and I admired the way he embraced his new roles. He wasn’t used to being around a lot of people, but he opened up more and more with every family gathering.
He remained the overprotective big brother to Ramina, guiding her in ways that surprised even him. Yet, he also accepted his role as the little brother to Rocky, Russell, Shyne, and even Breeze. No ego was involved, just respect, and I understood that took a lot from a man with Rowdy’s background.
After Rowdy came to the school and almost choked Alvin to death, no one ever spoke to me about Kenai. I was sure Alvin’s punk ass would press charges against Rowdy, but he didn’t, and the incident was never brought up again. I often wondered whatkind of connections Rocky and Russell had with the police, but when I asked Rowdy, he pretended to be clueless.
The ballistics came back from the gun Kenai had on his person when I shot him, and they matched the gun that shot Rowdy. It was all over the news and further proved Kenai’s questionable mental state and my claim of self-defense. If my co-workers still had something to say about the situation, that news probably shut them up for good.
“Open up,” he demanded, and I didn’t hesitate to spread my legs.
Rowdy’s mouth covered my pussy and sent me to another world. I got lost in the pleasure he provided, alternating between pulling his head closer, then attempting to push him away.
“Oh God!” I cried.
“No running,” he mumbled against my honey pot.
He showed no mercy, and I could no longer hold back. His face was showered with my juices as I climaxed. My pussy was still pulsating when he entered me swiftly with his rock-hard dick.
“Oh shit!” I said between my clenched lips, praying my son wouldn’t decide to interrupt this moment.
“I have a confession.”
“What?”
“You remember that time when you ghosted me, and I came over and fucked the shit outta you,” he whispered.
“Yes.”
