Page 24 of Her Noble Protector
I mugged him. “Don’t talk to me like you’re my daddy. You’re not my dad, fuckin’ noodle head.”
He chuckled. “Nah, I’m not your dad. You didn’t cut contact with him.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why are you here, Noble? I had a great day with my girls, and you’re killing my happiness.”
“You want me to leave?” he asked with a raised brow.
“I want you to tell me why you finally came around after two fucking weeks.” I tossed my hands into the air and let them fall dramatically at my side.
“If you’d stop pushing me away, maybe we could get to that.” He let out a deep breath.
“Fine.” I pushed past him to the door, then unlocked it and walked inside.
He was a few steps behind me. He twisted the lock before he led me to the couch. We sat down, and my heart thumped against my chest. I did not know where this conversation would lead us. My emotions were all over the place.
“We’ve been at odds for a couple of weeks now. I know where you stand with my plans, so I didn’t want to come around knowing I was doing something you didn’t approve of.”
“Did you change your mind?” I asked.
“No. I stood on business and got shit done. Me and the team I’ve been working with tracked down everybody. I’ve followedthe path to the leaders. I also have some connects in the Feds who are going to handle the bitch ass nigga who started all the shit.”
The more he talked about the plans, the more my heart pounded against my chest. Somewhere through his breakdown of the events, my ears rang, and I couldn’t focus anymore.
“Noble,” I interrupted.
He looked at me with kind eyes. “Yes, my love?”
“I don’t know what you thought this explanation was going to do, but all it has done is increase my anxiety and break my heart. I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want anyone else to die.”
He held my hand and caressed my knuckles with his thumb. “I get it, baby. I really do. However, it’s them or you, and I’m not letting anyone hurt you. I’m one of one, and no one but God has the power to end my life. These lame ass niggas looking to hurt a woman are a waste of life.”
Something about the way he spoke sent fire through my core. The determination and coolness in his delivery turned me on more than I ever thought it would. Maybe it was the weeks I’d gone without him that influenced my response.
“Make love to me, Noble.”
“So you’re done giving me the silent treatment?” The smirk on his face made me roll my eyes.
“We’ll see.”
He licked his lips and pulled me onto his lap. My legs instinctively spread, and my manicured nails scratched against the back of his neck. This was where I belonged.
We exchanged no other words as I leaned in. When our lips met, peace consumed me.
Noble was my safe place.
Noble was my protector.
Noble was the love of my life.
Nothing and no one mattered other than the man with his hands on my body.
“Don’t wear this shit ever again,” Noble complained. He wanted immediate access to my pussy, and the romper did not cooperate.
A giggle filled the air as I stood and stripped for my man.
My man.
My man.
