12
S
itting on Neighborhood Watch with Sissy had been fun, and dinner at an Italian restaurant downtown had been even better. Noble knew he was playing his time kinda close. And after sitting downstairs with her for two hours, he’d put Sissy on the back of his motorcycle and cruised back to his crib to change clothes and get the whip so he could take her out to dinner in style. After dinner he planned to drive Sissy home, then zip over to see his sweet little Zsa baby.
“What’s in the box?” Sissy asked as he opened his trunk and placed the gift-wrapped box containing the lingerie he’d bought for Zsa Zsa inside.
“It’s a gift,” Noble said. He’d made sure not to get it mixed up with the thong he’d bought for Kiki.
“For a girl?”
He nodded. “Yeah. For a very special girl.”
They’d driven downtown to Campanato’s, and Noble had eaten some vegetarian spaghetti while cracking Alaskan king crab legs for Sissy and piling the sweet meat high on her plate. While they ate, they talked about Noble getting shot and losing his leg, and Sissy’s decision to become a nurse, and how hard it had been for her to get into a decent school after coming out of prison.
“Being locked up was a wake-up call for me,” Sissy admitted. “I learned to love myself while I was in prison. And I also learned that all the dudes I thought I had loved were just substitutes for what I really needed. For the kind of love I had been denying myself and running away from.”
Noble could dig it. He had chased a lot of girls too, and the kind of love he was looking for right now was the kind his pops had shared with his mother. The kind that lasted way beyond the grave.
Noble was really enjoying himself, and he knew Sissy was talking some real shit. And it wasn’t just because of the words coming outta her mouth. Nah, the girl sitting across the table from him was very different from the hot banga Sissy from his memories. But as much as he dug getting to know her again, it was just about time for Noble to dip, because he wasn’t about to break his word to Zsa Zsa.
Noble drove Sissy home, and even though she kept telling him it wasn’t necessary, he walked her inside the building and took her upstairs to her door.
“She’s probably asleep, huh?” he asked, angling his head toward Tauntie’s door.
Sissy nodded quickly. “Oh yeah. She’s an early bird. She gets in the bed before eight o’clock. But I have the key if you want to go inside for something.”
Noble shook his head, then kissed her on the cheek. “Nah. I don’t need nothing outta there. I already put my cell number on the refrigerator, and I left her some money to pay her phone bill.
And
I promised her that from now on I’d be calling and coming by on the regular.”
Thirty minutes later Noble pulled up outside Zsa Zsa’s crib. She lived with her aunt on the first floor of an apartment building and all her lights were on. Noble could hear the music coming out of her windows, and he grinned as he took the boxed negligee from his trunk and tucked it under his arm.
Tonight was gonna be a good night because Zsa Zsa never disappointed. And it wasn’t just the sex either, ’cause Noble coulda gotten good sex anywhere, and pussy would never be a determining factor in choosing a woman to mate with for life.
Nah. There was so much more to his Zsa baby than her exotic beauty and her bouncing ass. Zsa had charisma. She had flava and she had drive. She was ambitious and goal oriented, and people from all walks of life were naturally attracted to her. Zsa was the type of woman Noble would trust to raise his daughter or his son. She knew the streets like the back of her hand, and she could be hood at times, but she was also a softie at heart, and that was exactly what Noble liked about her. Life would be exciting and high-post with Zsa Zsa. There would never be a dull moment. She’d be a good New York City mother, and an even better New York City wife.
“Thirsty?” Zsa Zsa opened the door holding out a large carton of Tropicana orange juice. Noble grinned. He loved his orange juice. She’d gotten his favorite kind too. The one with lots of pulp. Zsa Zsa was straight thoughtful like that. Whenever he came over she made sure there was something waiting for him that he really, really liked.
And tonight he was really, really liking his Zsa baby.
He wanted to laugh as she snuck him past her aunt, who had fallen asleep in the living room chair with the television on. Zsa made him take off his shoes and creep, but Noble didn’t know how the old lady could hear him walking if she was able to sleep through the loud reggae music Zsa Zsa was blasting.
“Oh, she knows what men steps sound like.” Zsa Zsa laughed after they made it safely into her bedroom and closed the door. “Trust me,” she said. “I had to give her some Tylenol PM because otherwise she woulda been all over you. She used to work in a group home full of fast-ass teenagers, and not one of them got pregnant on her watch.” Zsa Zsa shook her head and laughed again. “My girl be on it! She can sleep through a marching band blasting up in here. But let a dude try to creep into a bedroom. She’ll sit right up and tell you which way he went!”
Noble looked around Zsa Zsa’s room. It belonged to a fashion designer, all right. It was decorated in silver, black, and royal purple. She had design sketches stuck all over her walls, and next to her sewing table stood a life-sized mannequin with tits and an ass that was shaped just like Zsa’s. The mannequin was wearing the latest dress Zsa had designed, and it looked like she had been putting her final touches on it here and there.
“Yo,” Noble said, shaking his head. “I love you and everything, Zsa baby. But your room is mad little. Besides, we too grown to be sneaking around in your aunt’s house and hoping we don’t get caught.”
Noble wanted to add that if she wasn’t so damn nosy and didn’t snoop around his shit and try to pry info outta him all the time, they could be laying up in his tight crib in luxury and privacy. But he was keeping Zsa on a real long leash. Her conduct had been poor. She had to earn her way back into the bat cave, and so far she hadn’t done that yet.
“Relax,” Zsa Zsa told him. She pushed him down on a sofa that was covered with scraps of fabric and sat on his knee, flirting with him. “Ain’t nothing wrong with sneaking a little something every now and then. You know, the thought of getting caught in the act is one of my hottest fantasies. What’s yours?”
Noble groaned and slid his hands over her round hips.
“I can show you better than I can tell you,” he said, tugging at the bottom of her shirt. Zsa Zsa lifted her arms and let him pull her top over her head. She shook her hair out and her bold brown titties jiggled, her pretty nipples stiffening in the cool air.
“You got it,” Noble muttered, his lips reaching for one of her perfect, juicy breasts. “You got it all.”
A woman like Zsa brought out the animal instincts in Noble. There were very few chicks who could go bang for bang with him the way Zsa Zsa did. Most women just wanted to be stroked and cuddled and handled with kid gloves, but not Zsa. His baby liked it hard and heavy. Like he was about to give it to her.
He inched her zipper down and licked his lips as she wriggled out of her jeans. Her thong was elegant and sexy, and her triangle was sweet-smelling and neatly trimmed. Noble pressed his nose into her navel, then opened his mouth and raked his teeth over her skin. He trailed his chin downward until he reached her chocolate patch, then he pulled the flimsy hot pink material aside and buried his face in her honey.
Zsa Zsa panted and squealed as Noble rotated his face in her pussy. He slathered her clit and lapped up her juices, his curling, winding tongue everywhere all at once. Taking soft little slurps from her bubbling fountain, Noble cupped Zsa’s ass with both hands and squeezed her soft, perfect buns. He moved her hips in his preferred motion, and Zsa Zsa gladly relinquished control and went with his flow.
Rising to his feet, Noble ripped the thong straight off her body. Zsa Zsa never blinked as he let it fall to the floor and pulled her into his arms. He nudged her until he had turned her around, then he pressed down on her shoulders, urging her to bend over the edge of the couch.
With both knees spread, Zsa Zsa backed her bold ass up high, and braced her elbows down low to support herself. Holding his dick in one hand, Noble inched it between her thick brown cheeks, teasing her asshole before swiping it down low and plunging into her pussy. Holding tightly to her hips, he fucked her slowly and gently at first, giving her body time to adjust to his presence.
But once he felt her insides loosen up, he went for it the way they both liked it. Noble plundered that sweet pussy. He deliciously abused it. Zsa Zsa’s hair was strewn above her head, and she was slobbering and talking gibberish all over her fabric swatches as her man fed her with his long stick of dick.
And she gave it back to him with equal force. She bucked back hard, swallowing his dick between the mounds of her ass. She took advantage of her long-dicked man, swinging her hips in all directions and twisting and turning so he could hit it from opposite angles.
Noble’s hands slid up her body and found the soft creases below her breasts. He cupped her naked flesh in his palms, weighing them like ripe fruit. He drilled her pussy like an electric jack, rubbing and squeezing her nipples until Zsa came, and came hard. She shrieked into the sofa cushions as his nut caught fire and rumbled around like an inferno in his balls.
“I’m cumming!” Noble shouted, not giving a fuck if her aunt woke up and busted them ass-naked. He slammed his dick up in her extra hard. One. Two. Three! And then he just melted, his hot seed flowing from him like a burst dam and filling the rubber with the thousands of babies he hoped to one day implant in the woman he loved.
It was a minute before either of them could talk. And as usual, it was crazy Zsa Zsa who spoke first.
“Hey, Noble,” she giggled, her face still pressed down in the creases of the sofa, her beautiful ass still high in the air. “You thirsty, baby? You want some orange juice?”
13
N
oble went to the gym and got in a workout on Sunday morning, then came home and soaked in a hot tub of water for most of the afternoon. Later that night, he met up with his manz Yard and Pap to shoot a little pool.
“Yo,” Noble told Yard as he racked up and got ready to play. “I was on ya terrain the other day, man.”
“That right?” Yard said, tipping up his beer.
Noble nodded. “I was with Sissy, man. We went grocery shopping for my aunt. Why you didn’t tell me she was working for you like that?”
Yard shrugged. “What was there to tell, man? I helped her out with a few hours here and there when she needed some extra change, that’s all. I didn’t know she was on your mind like that.”
“She wasn’t,” Noble said, aiming his cue and cracking the rack. “Until the other day.”
Noble hung out late with his boys, and since Monday was a holiday, he decided to ask Kiki if she wanted to take the kids to Six Flags amusement park. She suggested they stay in Jersey overnight and drive home early the next morning, so Noble went online and booked two rooms at a real nice hotel, then picked up his crew and drove them down to Jersey in his freshly detailed SUV.
Owning a small business required a lot of time and work, and it had been rare for Noble’s father, Bam, to find time for a whole lotta frivolous outings with his son. Noble knew how important it was for a kid to have an opportunity to do nothing but play, and he was happy to be able to take Kiki’s kids out for the day.
Kiki’s kids were the bizz. Her little girl was tall and lanky and loved arm wrestling and climbing all over Noble, while her son was on the quiet side and enjoyed reading the comic books that Noble took him to buy almost every weekend.
Noble had a true thing for children, and since two of the three women who could potentially become his wife were already mothers, he was careful about how he would fit into their lives. He didn’t wanna make no mistakes. Any child he became a father to was gonna be treated with the utmost love and respect. The same way Bam had always treated him. Whether the kid was biologically Noble’s or not wasn’t gonna make a damn bit of difference neither. Yeah, he wanted his own kids too, but he was also man enough to be a father to a kid who needed one. And it was easy for people to assume that Kiki’s kids were his. Their father was obviously black, and since the kids looked biracial, people just figured they were a family whenever they hung out.
Noble had treated everybody to franks, ice cream, popcorn, and candy, and he was coming off a wild roller-coaster ride with little Matt when he realized that Kiki was standing near the exit crying.
“Hey, baby,” he said tenderly as he stared into her eyes and then pulled her into his arms. Kiki was sweet, but she was also strong, and Noble knew if she was crying, then some shit had to be bad. “What’s wrong?” he asked, holding her close. “What happened, Ki? Tell me what’s wrong?”
“
N-n-n-nothinggg!”
she wailed. Her nose had turned red and her blue eyes were full of tears. “N-n-nothing is wrong, Noble,” she said, tucking her head between his shoulder and his cheek. Her hair felt like silk as it brushed against his arm.
“Everything is just so
right,
” she sniffled. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “I don’t know. Something just came over me. Seeing you with Matt blew my mind. Everything is just so
right
.”
Noble stroked her hair and patted her face and let her cry it out. He made some soothing noises but he didn’t have no words for her. He hadn’t wanted to go on that damn roller coaster with Matt in the first place, but the boy had looked up at him with cold hope in his eyes when he asked him to take him on, and Noble didn’t see where he had a choice.
And now, if it meant that much to Kiki to see him and her son together on a roller coaster, then Noble was glad he’d taken the boy. Outta all the chicks in his life, Kiki was the easiest to please. She wasn’t the demanding type, and the simplest shit brought out extreme gratitude in her. She was like a puppy. Trustworthy and loyal to the bone. Noble liked that about her. She wasn’t gonna be no high maintenance wifey. She would bake cookies and all that domestic shit for the kids, and she would freak him half to death at night. Kiki was easy to love.
Later that evening, after they’d left footprints over damn near every square inch of the park and ridden on almost every ride, Noble took his little family out to eat at a buffet restaurant that Matt had picked out. He watched as Kiki took her time choosing healthy foods for the kids, piling their plates up with fruits and vegetables, then letting them choose their own desserts when they were through eating. Those kids were lucky to have Kiki for their mother, Noble thought as he watched her help little Tricia pour chocolate syrup all over her ice cream.
He couldn’t help digging the way Kiki’s ass moved when she walked, though. Like there was a tsunami tryna get outta her drawers. It was the same way she moved when she was freaking him in private. Kiki gave the best lap dances Noble had ever received. Her body was tight and swole, and her pale skin was smooth and damn near flawless. He didn’t know how a naive little white girl like her had learned to slink her hips and rock her pelvis the way Kiki did, but it was mad. Noble liked to grip her waist as she slithered like a sexy little snake in his lap, and there were times when he could barely hold his nut long enough to get inside her before he lost his head and exploded just from her moves.
He couldn’t wait to get Kiki back to that hotel tonight. He had some shit planned for her, for real. He noticed she’d been guzzling crazy five-hour energy drinks all day long, and she might need to chug down a few more if she was gonna keep up with him tonight.
Sex with Kiki was more than just a physical thang. It was an emotional adventure. Kiki was the type of woman Noble wanted to make love to every single night. She was giving and creative, always trying to understand his sexual fantasies and make them come true.
Yeah, Noble thought. They had two rooms reserved, and as soon as they put the kids down for bed, him and Kiki were gonna go in the other room and use that shit up. He couldn’t wait to feel her body next to his. He just couldn’t understand how she was so good at making all his dreams come true.
There was something special about Kiki.
Something very special that Noble never wanted to let go.