Page 73 of Tangled Hearts

“I know I ain’t no fuckin’ rebound,” Cash smiled, pushing his hair out his face. “I appreciate you for loving me enough to still want to see me thriving and successful.”

“You really not mad at me?”

“I was. A little,” he admitted. “Back when you used to leave me on read, when I knew you was with him. I was tight. But I’m a grown-ass man. My love for you don’t go away just ‘cause I ain’t get picked first.”

Noir’s lip quivered as she climbed into his lap. She looked at him like she was about to fall apart. “I think I’m damaged goods.”

Cash’s thumb flicked across her lips as he stared into her eyes. “That mean I get a little discount?”

She popped his chest. “Stop playing with me.”

“You said the shit, I’m just tryna see.” He laughed, before getting serious again. “I want you, but I don’t want the version of you, you think you’re supposed to be.”

“What if I still cry for him?”

“Shit, you better… the way you had me on the outside looking in, you better have had some real feelings for him.”

Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms around his shoulders. Her face tucked in his neck.

Cash gripped her ass. Not in a sexual way, he just needed to always touch her.

“I can’t breathe without feeling him,” she cried. “But I still want you.”

“I know,” he whispered into her hair. “And you ain’t wrong for that.”

“Is that okay?” She asked, breath stalling not knowing what his answer would be.

“If all you can give me is pieces right now, I’ll hold them and keep them safe until you’re whole again.” He kissed her chin since that was the closest thing to his lips.

Noir held him tighter. “I’ve been gasping for air but being in your arms feels like I can breathe… I just wanna breathe.”

“Then breathe with me until you can do it on your own. I don’t mind sharing.”

Noir’s body shook as she cried again.

“I got you, pretty girl.”

She nodded, sniffling. “What if I need to feel something?”

“Like what?” His voice rose in question.

Her body started to grind on him, his dick waking up immediately.

Cash laughed. “You can get me to do anything, Noir. But fucking you in this bed, in this house, I ain’t doing that.”

“Then take me to your house.”

He just shook his head, swaying her in his arms. “You so freaked out, pretty girl.”

“You do it to me,” Noir laughed, tucking her face deeper into his neck before running her teeth along his skin.

Cash’s body shivered. “Let me get some food in you.”

“And some dick,” she whined, in heat, humping his rising dick.

He tapped her ass. “Get dressed, pretty girl.”

Noir jumped up, ready to go wherever Cash was taking her.

She loved being in his space. Loved his energy and how he just let her be whoever she wanted to be that day.

He challenged her with the way he worked hard and played harder.

So, there was no hesitation to finally leave the house she’d loved in for the last five years.

Even when shit went left, Noir knew Christian loved her.

He just didn’t listen when she gave him the blueprint on how to love her the right way.

And even in death, she would always love him too.

“And, Noir,” Cash called out when she walked into the bathroom.

“Yea?”

“You gotta take that nigga’s shirt off… I ain’t that mature yet.”

She laughed, grabbing the shirt tighter. Still, she listened and went into the closet to find something that belonged to her.

Noir straddled him. The box of food was on the nightstand now.

She had more than a few bites, so her stomach was full and her pussy was purring.

Her nails dragged up his bare chest as she rocked forward just enough to tease him.

She wasn’t wearing a bra under the oversized tee she grabbed. No panties either. That was on purpose.

Cash had one arm behind his head like he wasn’t even fazed, but his dick was thick against his thigh. She saw it. Felt it too.

She reached down and palmed him through the cotton, dragging her hand up and down.

“You gon’ stop playing?” His voice got serious, but his eyes were damn near begging.

“I’m not playing,” she mumbled, grinding against the spot she knew was gon’ make him groan.

He grabbed her hips and held her there. “Keep doing that, and I’m not pulling out.”

Noir giggled.

“You so fuckin’ toxic, pretty girl.”

“All I hear is exotic.” She licked her lips, still rocking her body on him.

“Think I’m playing and you gon’ be full of baby.”

She didn’t stop. Just leaned in until her lips were at his ear. “Prove it.”

That was all he needed. He flipped her so fast, she gasped.

Cash kissed down her chest, tugging her shirt over her head with one hand, and kept his eyes locked on her the whole time. “You know I love more than just your body, right? Know I’m sticking around regardless.”

“Yes,” she choked, too hot and horny for anything but sex right now. Her hormones had been wild lately— even though her grief.

He pushed her thighs open and slid two fingers through her slick pussy. “Damn, Noir… You wet as fuck.”

Her hips lifted on instinct, chasing the pressure his finger provided. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, tongue working slowly while his fingers moved in and out with precision.

She was moaning before she could stop it, legs shaking.

“I ain’t even started yet,” he whispered against her skin.

She grabbed his face, pulled him up, then kissed him. “Then start.”

He didn’t waste any time. Pulling his sweats off, he rubbed the tip of his dick against her clit. She bucked her hips, needing him inside her, but he held her down.

“Nah… you said you ain’t playing, right?” He slid in just the head. “You gon’ take all this shit, pretty girl?”

“Carlton, stop playing with me and put me outta my misery.”

He thrust deep with one stroke. She cried out, nails digging into his back. He stayed there for a second, grinding into her so slow she felt every inch.

“Fuck…” she whimpered.

He kissed her jaw, her neck, her lips. “I love you, Nori.”

She blinked up at him. “I know.”

“Say it back, pretty girl.”

“I love you, Cash.”

He kissed her again—then started pumping faster.

He swirled his hips, making sure his dick touched every crevice of her warm pussy.

He gave her deep strokes. There was no talking.

Just skin slapping and heavy breathing. Her legs wrapped around his waist wanting him inside her chest if it was possible.

Noir met every stroke. Her fingers slide down to rub her clit while he fucked her through the mattress.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, damn near crying. The pressure in her stomach had her delirious.

“I’m not,” Cash panted, holding her chin so she couldn’t look away. “I’m right here, baby. All yours.”

Back arched. Eyes shut. She came hard. His name fell from her lips.

He watched her body shake.

Cash flipped her again and had her on her knees, back arched perfectly. “You still got one more in you.”

She nodded, face buried in the pillow. “Give it to me.”

He slid back in slow and deep, one hand pressing into the small of her back while the other pulled her hair. She was so damn wet.

“I love you when you loud,” he groaned. “Taking all this dick.” Cash spread her little ass cheeks apart to watch his dick move in and out of her pink insides.

“I love you when you’re deep,” she moaned back.

That pushed him over the edge. He gripped her tighter, picking up the pace. Cash didn’t stop until they both came together and he released inside of her. Noir clenched her pussy together not wanting a drop to fall out.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her close.

Noir’s voice cracked. “This is gon’ mess with my head.”

Cash kissed her shoulder. “Then let it. You mine now. We already tangled up.”