Page 69 of Tangled Hearts
Her fingers traced his jaw, trembling. “I love you, Quameek. I choose you. Forever.”
He groaned deep, sliding his hand between her thighs, teasing her until her back arched off the cushions. “That’s all I needed.”
She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Please… don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” His lips trailed down her neck, sucking her skin, leaving his mark. “I’ll never stop.”
Her shorts were gone in one tug and his sweats dropped low, the heat between them too much to hold back any longer. He slid into her slow and deep—both of them moaning loud at the contact.
Knycole clutched his face, forcing him to look at her. “Don’t look away. Don’t ever look away from me again.”
His eyes locked on hers, unblinking. “I won’t. You mine, kid. Always.”
Their bodies moved together, not in a rush, not in a wild way, just full. Every thrust was a promise. Every kiss was a vow. She chanted his name, begged for his forgiveness with her moans, told him she loved him over and over until the words blurred into cries of pleasure.
When her climax tore through her, she sobbed, holding him tighter than ever, whispering, “don’t let go… please don’t let me go.”
“I’m right here,” he groaned, his release hitting just after hers, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside of her pussy. “I ain’t letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”
He collapsed against her chest, both of them shaking, both of them crying without shame. He kissed the wet skin of her cheeks, her lips, her eyelids.
“You hear me?” he whispered. “It’s us. Ain’t no more tangled hearts. Just us, kid.”
Knycole brushed her fingers through his hair, kissed his forehead. “Forever.”
Hov wasn’t done though. He needed her to feel him. Like really feel him.
Hov’s mouth stayed on hers until she was breathless, then dragged down her jaw, his tongue leaving heat at her throat. He lifted her shirt slowly, peeling it off like he wanted to savor every inch.
“You so fuckin’ fine,” he muttered, kissing down to her chest.
Knycole arched up when his lips closed around her nipple, sucking until she whimpered. Her hand gripped the back of his head. “I missed you so much.”
“You got me now,” he rasped, switching sides, biting down just enough to make her gasp. “Ain’t no more missing. You hear me?”
“Yes,” she panted, her hips lifting to meet the weight of him pressed hard against her.
He licked her swollen bud. “I’ma take my time with you. Make sure you never forget who the fuck you belong to.”
She choked on her own breath, her thighs opening wider for him. “I know who I belong to.”
He slid two fingers along her slick heat, teasing circles that made her body twitch. “Yea? Then say it. Say who you belong to.”
“You,” she cried, nails digging into his shoulders. “I belong to you, Quameek.”
“That’s right.” He slid a finger inside her, watching her face twist, then added another, curling them until she moaned loudly. “Look at you. So wet for me. You ready for this dick, huh?”
“Yes,” she begged, rocking her hips against his hand. “Please, Hov. Stop teasing.”
“Nah,” he growled, pulling his fingers out and sliding them into her mouth. “Suck that. Taste yourself.”
She obeyed, lips closing around his fingers, sucking slow, eyes locked on his. He groaned deep, pulling them out. “That’s my nasty girl. You gon’ give me everything tonight, ain’t you?”
“All of me,” she whispered. “It’s always been yours.”
He grabbed his dick that was sticky from already being inside of her. “Grab that muthafucka… put me where you want me to be.”
She reached for his dick, stroking it slowly, making his jaw lock tight.
“Damn, girl,” he hissed, gripping her wrist. “You keep that up and I’ma nut in your hand.”
“Then fuck me,” she pleaded, tugging him closer. “I need you inside me.”
He lined himself up, pushed in slow, stretching her until her back arched and a broken cry slipped from her lips. “Fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers. “You feel too good. Like you was made for me.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in deep. “I was. I swear I was.”
He started slow, hips grinding deep, making her feel every inch. “That’s it. Take all of me. Let me hear how much you love this dick.”
“I love it,” she gasped, moaning louder with every thrust. “I love you.”
He kissed her hard, swallowing her cries. “I love you more.”
Her nails raked down his back, her body clenching around him. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I ain’t stopping ‘til you can’t walk straight,” he growled, pounding into her harder, sweat dripping down his temple. “You gon’ cum for me, Knyc. You gon’ give me everything.”
“Yes,” she cried, her body trembling, tears streaking her face. “I choose you, baby.”
“Say it louder,” he demanded, fucking her harder, deeper, until the couch creaked under them.
“I choose you!” she screamed, her climax ripping through her, shaking her from head to toe.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, thrusting faster, chasing his release. “Take it all.”
He came with a grunt, burying himself deep again, his whole body locking as he held her tight. His lips found hers again, softer this time, but no less intense.
They stayed tangled together, his weight pressing her into the cushions, both of them shaking, both of them crying and laughing at once.
“You good?” he whispered, brushing damp hair from her face.
“I’m perfect,” she breathed. “As long as you never let me go again.”
He kissed her forehead, his voice steady and sure. “I won’t. You home. Right where you belong.”
Sunlight crept through the blinds, cutting across the living room. Knycole stirred, tucked under Hov’s arm, his chest heavy and warm against her back. She tried to shift, but he held her tighter, his lips brushing the slope of her shoulder.
“Wake up, kid,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. He kissed her shoulder again, then her neck, then her cheek. “You got class. I ain’t letting you miss it.”
She groaned, eyes half-closed. “You don’t even let me sleep in after a night like that?”
“Nah.” He smiled, kissing her forehead. “I’ma make sure you do what you supposed to. Always been like that. Always will be.” His hand slid over her hip, squeezing gently. “I’ma push you to where you need to be. Same way I did last night… I’ma guide you.”
Knycole opened her eyes fully, and the softness in his nearly undid her. He wasn’t just talking sex. He was talking life. He’d always been the one to pull her back in line when she drifted. And he was still doing it, but gentler now, more sure.
Before she could answer, little footsteps padded down the hall and Qua’s voice cut through. “Mama?”
Her head whipped toward the door. Qua stood there, his pajama pants sliding low on his hips. He blinked, rubbing his eyes. “You spent the night?”
Hov let out a laugh, sitting up. “She did, lil’ man. You mad about it?”
Qua grinned wide. “No. I knew you was gon’ get back together.” He ran over, jumping onto the couch, landing right between them.
Knycole covered her face, embarrassed but laughing. “Boy, don’t you got cartoons to watch?”
“Cartoons can wait,” Qua shrugged, hugging her arm. “Old Nick told me daddy was your person.” He looked perplexed. “I don’t know what that means though.”
Hov ruffled his son’s hair. “Go brush your teeth, Qua. Get dressed before you’re late for school.”
Qua hopped down and ran off, humming to himself.
Knycole shook her head, smiling. “He too smart for his own good.”
“That’s my twin,” Hov smirked, standing and stretching. He disappeared down the hall to shower.
Knycole didn’t have any clothes at his house since he bought it after they split. She groaned knowing she was going to have to move quick to make it to class on time.
After about forty minutes of just sitting on the coach and texting Noir, Knycole looked up when Hov reappeared.
Black dress pants, a crisp button-down open at the collar, sneakers on his feet, and his gold chain catching the light.
Knycole’s mouth fell open. “What the hell? Who are you?”
He grinned, adjusting his watch. “This what boss moves look like. I got a meeting later. I’m about to buy the block. And it ain’t gon’ stop there.”
Her chest swelled, pride spilling over so thick she had to blink back tears. “You serious?”
“Dead ass.” He smiled, his perfect teeth a beautiful contrast against his brown skin.
She stood up, wrapping her arms around his waist, just looking at him. “I’m so proud of you. More than I can even say.”
He bent down to kiss her. “That’s all I ever wanted to hear from you.”
Qua came running back in, backpack swinging off his shoulder, shoes half-tied. “I’m ready, Daddy!”
Hov scooped him up with one arm, the chain glinting against his shirt. “Then let’s roll. Family moves only from here on out.”
Knycole smiled through her tears, grabbing her bag. For the first time in a long time, it felt right—just the three of them, moving as one. Tangled hearts finally unraveled into something whole.