Page 27 of Tangled Hearts

Grinning, he gave her a glimpse of his iced out bottom grill while shrugging his shoulders.

“First I make him eat it ’til he lockjaw. Give it to him good, knock a nigga socks off. I run it up, they busy running they mouth. I’m a real ass, rich ass, bitch from the south.”

Knycole pulled on to the block, music shaking the buildings. Her long weave blew in the wind since the panoramic sunroof was open. Even behind the illegal tint, she knew she was one of the baddest girls walking.

Briana took notice of how Hov put more distance between them. There was no denying how much respect he had for his son’s mother. If the situation was different, she’d think it was admirable. But since it was Knycole, she was repulsed.

As if she were the Queen of Sheba, the local corner boys made their way towards her car while Hov went to open her door.

“Hey, baby daddy.” She grinned, knowing he hated when she did that.

Hov wrapped his arms around her. “Don’t start that stupid shit, unless you want me to punish that pussy.” He whispered the last part in her ear.

Goosebumps covered her arms as her body shook. Slightly pushing him back, she gave him a warning look. “What the hell you needed me to come out here for anyway?” When her eyes connected with Briana’s, a devilish grin spread across her face. “Hey, girl.”

Briana blew out a frustrated breath. Knycole was a thorn in her side. Not wanting to look pressed, she threw her hand up. “Hey.”

Hov shook his head at Knycole being petty. They’d been broken up for six months, and he’d moved out the house four months ago. Her trying to mark her territory was beyond him. “I needed to talk to you about some business,” he told her, walking back over to his new car.

“This you?” she asked, eyes lighting up. He nodded his head with a grin. “Let me drive.”

Briana cleared her throat reminding them that she was still there.

Hov pressed a button on his phone and the doors opened. “Get your spoiled ass in.”

“Hov, I wasn’t done talking to you,” Briana spoke up.

He licked his lips. “My bad. I gotta handle some business shit with Knycole. I’ll call you later.”

She smiled with hopes of him wanting to spend some time with her later. “Don’t lie, nigga.”

Knycole was already in the car but made sure to eavesdrop. “She’s so thirsty,” she told Hov when he dropped down into the passenger seat.

“But what that got to do with you, though?”

Cutting her eyes at him, she gave him a nasty look. “If it has something to do with you, then it has everything to do with me.”

“But you don’t want me, remember?”

The statement pained her. She did want him, but she also wanted Rock. She was truly at a crossroads and knew whatever decision she made, things would never be the same. Hell, the decision she made five years ago had already changed the course of all their lives.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” Hov spoke lowly, willing to put his feelings on the back burner to appease her. That was their routine. He was the man and was willing to carry her emotionally, even when it jeopardized his own feelings.

She knew it too, but selfishly, she allowed him to do it. Their love was sacred and pure and came with secrets that had the potential to shift both their worlds. It was the sole reason for their love’s demise.

“But what you need to talk to me about?” She cut through the tension.

Again, his feelings didn’t matter, so he wouldn’t make them. “One of the spots came up short.”

“Okay?” Her brows rose.

“It’s Heavy.”

Heavy was a young man who had to grow up too fast. Knycole took a liking to him, and after giving him odd jobs, she finally put him in the drug game. He was humble and hungry, but now it seemed he was greedy.

Sighing, she switched lanes. “You sure it’s him?”

He nodded. “I made sure to check up on it myself, since I know you got a soft spot for the lil’ nigga.”

“Fuck!” She punched the steering wheel.

“You know what has to happen now.”

Her neck snapped towards him. “It doesn’t have to happen. You’re choosing for it to happen.”

“I decline doing a lot of shit because I know it’ll upset you, but this ain’t one of the things I’m willing to budge on. And the fact you’re even considering asking me to stand down says a lot.” Hov shook his head because he couldn’t believe her.

“The fuck you trying to say?” Her voice lifted, becoming squeaky because she was upset.

“It ain’t about what I’m trying to say. It’s about what the fuck I said.

Knycole, I let you get your bossy shit off because I love the fuck out of you, but don’t for one second think I’m a weak ass nigga for you.

I’m soft and gentle with you but these streets don’t get that side of me.

” Whenever he confessed his love for her, her heart would skip a beat.

She knew it was the sweetest thing she ever heard because with Hov, his love came with no conditions.

Instead of replying to him, she pulled into his driveway. “Look,” she said once the car was off. “I respect your decision and know you’re going to do what needs to be done.”

He looked at her upside her face. Whenever in her presence, he etched her features into his memory just in case something changed.

He grabbed her hand, pulling into his new mansion that sat up too high, and was too big for just him and Qua. Still, his money reflected his living space.

Inside, Knycole looked around, nodding in approval. They found their way into the kitchen.

Her lips spread across her face. “You do know I see you staring at me, right?”

“You do know I don’t give a fuck, right?” He mocked her. His wit and charm only came out around her. Authentically, he was himself with Knycole. She was the only person he didn’t feel the need to shut down on. “Why you come to my house, though?”

Her wide eyes looked up towards the sky. “I just want to see what your new shit looks like on the inside. You know I haven’t seen it yet.”

“Bullshit…. You came to see me.” She was so full of shit. “Ain’t shit in here but stuff for my son.”

“So, he’s just your son, huh?” Knycole asked with sharp eyes.

Rubbing his hands together, Hov bit into his plump lips. “You still fine,” he whispered, stepping behind her.

“Nigga you see me every day,” she blushed, her skin prickling the closer he got to her.

Since having Qua, Knycole’s body blossomed.

She was as already super thick in all the right places, but after having a seven-pound baby, her hips were sharp, ass fat with the perfect slope and w shape.

Even her breasts were bigger and sat up nicely.

It took a while for her stomach to flatten out all the way, but she put in the work to make it happen.

Her brown skin was more vibrant and love looked damn good on her.

“Ain’t nobody ever gon’ love you the way I do. Know how I know? ’Cause I don’t just want your body. I want all that fucked-up loyalty in your heart too.”

“Quameek…”

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, tired of her trying to play games with him. The moment she saw him entertaining Briana, he knew what her next move would be. Knycole always played chess, never checkers.

Aggressively his lips took her breath away as they found their way to their second favorite place. “Quameek.” She hummed into his mouth, unwilling to pull away.

Burning sighs filled the room as he attacked her neck with pure passion. It had been months since he’d had the pleasure of pleasing her and eternity since he’d been fulfilled.

“I know this is what you want. Knyc, it’s what you need, and I’m the only nigga that can do this for you. No matter where you go or who you fuck, they’ll never be me.” The strange note in his voice made her cream without penetrating her body.

It was his words. His tone. His immense need for her. It was the fear of what he said being true, but still, she had to see for herself. With Hov, she didn’t have to tell him what she needed, he always knew. Always had.

Nodding her head, she unbuckled her jeans because she needed him.

Her mind told her it would be the last time, no matter how her heart’s rhythm was different with him.

Thoughts of him one day, realizing she wasn’t good for him and planting his love with another, brought tears to her eyes. “Tell me you love me.”

“You know I do,” his feverish baritone spoke.

“I need to hear it. Hov, tell me you’ll never love anyone else like you love me. I know it’s selfish but just tell me... please.” Her tone was desperate.

Detaching from her, his hungry brown eyes peered into her soul. “Knycole. I. Love. You.”

Passion bubbled in her core when he licked her lips. “I love you too. Always.”

They fumbled with their clothes snatching and removing each garment hastily. The fire between them was engulfing them, and the only way to extinguish the flames was with bodily fluids and moans of ecstasy.

Hov pushed her back into the counter, hiking her leg up before slapping his thick dick against her fat dripping pussy.

“Look at the pussy… she knows who the fuck she belongs to.” Foreplay was everything for him.

Eyes locked on one another, he submerged himself in her juices.

“Look at you,” he growled his toes curling from how good being between her thighs always felt.

Knycole sucked in a deep breath. She was never prepared for his girth or length.

When they were younger, she was certain her pussy was going to fall out, but with time, people always mastered what once defeated them.

Not one to back down from a fight, she rocked her body, meeting his hard, deep thrusts.

Blood dropped from his lips as he bit down on them. His hand found her neck, applying pressure. “Damn, kid. You really trying to leave me, huh?” Hov knew a goodbye fuck.

She nodded her head, which infuriated him.

Pumping into her with more force than she could handle, he hit her spot repeatedly, daring her to tap out. “Pop that pussy on me. You know what I like.” His lusty grimace challenged her to run. Knowing he needed it just as much as her, her legs blossomed, allowing him access to her sweet center.

“Fuck,” she huffed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “I’m sorry,” she cried as he gave her deep full length strokes.

He yanked her up by her neck. Hov fucked her in the air, his thick brows furrowed pissed hat he loved her too much. “You getting all this dick tonight… all fuckin’ night. Don’t even think about leaving. I’m beating this pussy up since I can’t put my hands on you like I really want to.”

Her eyes closed.

Spreading her ass cheeks apart, he bit her nipple. “Open your fuckin’ eyes and look at me… look at what you’re doing to us, kid. Feel this shit. Accept this shit. And fuck me back like you know what the fuck this is.”

A few more deep strokes and she was squirting everywhere. “Quameek!” She yelled at the top of her lungs, but he didn’t slow his pace.

“I don’t know what you want from me, but I’m willing to do it. Tell me what you need, Knyc. Tell me and like always, I’ll make it right.” His voice showed how desperately in love he was with her, which broke her heart even more.

Silent tears turned into whimpers. “Just know, I love you more than anything.”

His release was long and filled her up to the brim. Instead of going to his room, they laid on the floor holding each other because it was what they both needed. Knycole was so conflicted about what to do but needed to see if she could get that old thing back.

When he caught his breath, he said, “On all fours… I’m filling every hole tonight ‘cause you got me fucked up.”