The headboard knocked against the wall with every thrust, his hips rolling. “Nah, tell me you understand, Nyomi, “ he hissed in my ear, hands grippin’ my hips to lock me in.
My fingers raked down his back. “I get… it… ohhh, fuuckkk, I…”
“Say it again,” he grunted, drilling my pussy, relentlessly. “Fuck, baby… fuck. Say that shit again.”
Whole body on fire, my thighs trembled and shook. Pussy sloshing as I came. “I understanddd… shhiiittt… oh, my God… Keon…”
“Mmhmm,” he sucked on my neck, fucking me through my orgasm, not letting up. “Nobody loves you harder, and nobody keeps you safer,” he murmured against my ear. “I fuckin’ love you wit’... mmm… everything in me.” He punctuated the promise with a savage thrust that stole sound from my throat.
“Yessss… fuckfuckfuck… fuucckkk…”
Feeling me clamp around him, he pounded deeper and let loose a guttural groan, pace turning urgent. Two more heavy strokes and he came, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Fuck, Ny… shit, baby… fuck.”
Both of us were breathing hard as hell for a few moments, and then he rolled off of me, pulling me close to his damp chest. Locking his arms around my waist, I could feel Knuck’s heartbeat thundering.
He lifted my chin, grip firm. “A nigga still learnin’ how to be soft where you need softness, so gimme that time, but remember one thing.” His voice was a little softer now, but still carried that weight.
I nodded, pressing a kiss to the pulse in his throat. “What’s that?”
His palm traced slow circles over my spine. “Ain’t a muthafucka walkin’ this Earth that’ll take me from y’all. Remember that.” He kissed my forehead slowly. “Now, get some sleep.”
I closed my eyes, grounding myself in his warmth and the promise in those words. Whatever chaos waited outside this room, his arms felt like the safest place on earth.
Two Days later
(3 Days Until The Wedding)
S m o k i n ’g o o d, I sat low in the corner booth at the back ofStrokes. Wock sat across from me, arms folded, and Antt was next to him, leg bouncin’ like always. Wayne leaned back to my left, sippin’ Henny straight.
“Aight,” I said, cuttin’ straight to it. “So, who got the drop on this nigga Coogs?”
“His new BM crib off Wyatt and 6th,” Wayne nodded.
“Oh, word?” Wock rubbed his hands together.
“He's been ducked off over there at night. I already had eyes on it for the past two days. Nigga think he low, but he ain’t.”
Annt leaned forward, laughin’. “The crackhead lookin’ bitch wit’ the green charger?”
“Yup,” Wayne sucked his teeth. “And her dumbass posts everything online, so it wasn’t hard to confirm. Nigga slippin’.”
“Which is why I’ma handle that shit tonight,” I said, lookin’ at each one of them.
Wock’s face dropped. “Nah, nigga. We ain’t lettin’ you get into that shit.” I just stared at him, jaw flexin’. “I’m serious, nigga,” he said, sittin’ up. “You too close to the finish line, bruh. Weddin’ in what, three days? You got everything goin’ for you. You really gon’ risk all that behind this washed-up, bitter ass nigga who mad the world moved on without him?”
“He pulled up to my fuckin’ grandmother’s house, nigga tryna get active in front of myson. In front of Ny. Shit, this muthafucka put me in a position where I gotta jump back in. Fuck that.
“He played himself,” Wock said. “That’s all. Don’t let his L trick you into takin’ one, bro.”
Wayne nodded. “Wock right, cuz. Let us handle it. We know how to make a nigga disappear without that shit leadin’ back to you.”
Antt added, “Plus, niggaswantto do it. Nigga disrespected Granny’s house. The fuck? I want blood.”
“‘Ppreciate it,” I said, exhalin’ smoke.“ But nah, I’ma handle it. I just need y’all niggas on the clean up and to keep shit cool. I ain’t askin’ y’all niggas for permission.”
Wock sat back, exhalin’ hard. “You gon’ tell Ny?”
I shook my head. “She knows what she needa know and that is I’ma always keep her protected. That’s it.” Nobody said shit for a minute. Niggas just sat there in silence wit’ the rest of the bar movin’ like usual. Then Wock clapped his hands once, leaned forward.