No Judge

“Don’t move,” I grumble into her pussy. “I’m not finished.”

“Noah,” she whimpers as I hold her in place.

I smile wide as her pussy drips all over my face into my beard. I can’t get enough of her taste. I plan to be at this shit all night.

“Please,” she pleads as her body convulses over my face.

I release her long enough to slip from under her. Once I’m up, I turn and flip her onto her back. Rebecca looks up at me with a lazy sated smile. I love that dazed look in her eyes.

Lifting her hands above her head, I slide into her tight body nice and slow. Her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back. I know the feeling. Between her taste on my tongue, the scent of her sweetness, and the feel of her squeezing around me—it takes all I have not to lose all control and pound into her.

I promised myself tonight would be a long leisure fuck. Nothing rushed, nothing rough. Just me and my Rebecca making love. I want to clear her mind of everything but me.

“Noah,” she groans in that sexy voice.

I can’t wait until we’re married. Just a few more months and life will be complete. Just knowing that alone makes this feel so much better.

“Aw, fuck no,” I hiss as my phone begins to ring. “Shit, come on! Fuck.”

I stop thrusting to reach for the phone. Turning onto my back, I tap Bean’s ass, prompting her to ride me. She sits up, placing her tits in my face, her ass starting to bounce on me.

“Yo,” I grunt into the phone, while flicking my tongue across Rebecca’s nipple.

“I have a problem,” Felix’s voice greets my ear along with sobbing in the background.

I sit up immediately stilling Bean against my chest. The sound of Kaye’s cries sends a chill through me. I’m protective about all my family, but my brother’s girls have all become like little sisters to me. I hate it when they’re upset, but this sounds beyond that.

“Where are you?”

“Home.”

“I’m there.”

I hang up the line expecting to find Rebecca pouting. However, when I let her go she jumps up into action. Tossing clothes at me, she starts to wiggle into her own.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I grunt as I start to pull my things on.

“That was Kaye crying. I’m coming with you,” she says without batting a lash.

“I thought you didn’t even like her,” I say, side glancing my girl.

“Never said that. I get her. She’s an introvert and she’s always in her head writing her books. I give her, her space,” she shrugs.

I shake my head. I’m not touching the fact that my brothers and I have a common trait we’re attracted to. Maybe with the exception of John. Although, when it comes to John he always does his own thing.

“Whatever, let’s go.”

Felix

I’m thinking of Kaye’s career and the movie she has coming out. This isn’t the type of press she needs. I wanted to keep this as quiet as I could.

My girl is still in shock. Although, I couldn’t be prouder of her. She kept her head and got out of a sticky situation alive. I will forever owe Noah my life. Because of him Kaye isn’t the one they took out of here in the body bag.

“The lass just needs a bit of time. She’ll be fine,” my mother says as she sits beside me on the sofa.

“Is she talking yet?”

“A wee bit,” mom replies. “She called her father.”

“How did I let this happen?”

“Oh no ye don’t,” she chides. “Ye don’t go feeling sorry for yerself. Ye couldn’t have done anything differently. Ye heard Ry and Noah. She had an apartment filled with research and all types of things to get her way in here. She planned this for months.”

“What if our son was here?” I grind out.

“We’ll be thankful he wasn’t,” she says, patting my cheek. “I’ll get these fuckers out of ye hair. Ye get in that room and pour all of that love ye have into her. That’s what the lass needs.”

“I love you, mom,” I say, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into a tight hug.

“I love ye too. Ye did well, Felix. Ye found a lass as tough as me. Next time she’ll fire first and take names last,” she chuckles.

“Better not have to be a next time,” I mutter.

“We’re Blacks. There will always be a next time,” Mom says ominously.

I groan and palm my head. Her words are the truth and I know it. There is always some shit going on around my family.

“Alright, the lot of ye. Get yer ass out of Felix’s house. We’ll check on them tomorrow,” Mom calls like the warden she is.

I can’t help cracking a smile. Leave it to my mom to clear a place out. Not one person here is willing to agree with her. Although, I can see some of the girls looking as if they want to.

“If you need us, call,” my father says before pulling me into a hug.

He releases me, waiting for my mother to finish embracing me before he wraps an arm around her and leads her out. Once everyone clears out, I make my way back to our bedroom, where Kaye has been since after giving her statement.

She barely made it through. Once she finished crying her way through the account, she shutdown. She wouldn’t or couldn’t say another word.

At least Mom said she called her dad. That’s good. I didn’t want to alarm her parents. Her being able to make the call is a start. I’ll take some responsiveness over nothing.

When I enter the bedroom it’s completely dark, except for the moonlight spilling in. I can make Kaye out on the bed. She’s lying upside down, her head facing the foot of the bed with her feet propped up on the headboard.

I pad closer. When I get to the bed, I can see her eyes are open, glued to the ceiling. I climb onto the bed, hovering over her face.

She doesn’t move or respond. I’m concerned, but my mother’s words come back to me. Kaye needs my love more than anything.

I dip to softly kiss her face, catching her lower lip and chin with my lips. When I pull back to look into her eyes again, her focus is on me. Tears begin to roll back into her ears.

I climb over her, placing my back against the head. Grasping her ankles, I gently tug her until I’ve positioned her against my chest. She comes willingly, her limp body melding against mine.

We sit like that in silence for a long while. I stroke her back to sooth her, kissing the top of her head every now and then. I pour every ounce of love I have for her into my embrace.

“I could’ve just disabled her,” Kaye whimpers. “I didn’t have to kill her.”

“I watched the footage, baby. You did the right thing,” I murmur.

“Would you have done the same thing? You or your brothers? I killed someone.”

“If it means me coming home to my family or keeping my family safe, every fucking time. We’d be eating pizza and drinking beer right now,” I answer.

“That seems so cold,” she says softly.

“Not in my line of work. The things I’ve seen and done—I’m not losing sleep over a mad woman that’s been stalking you and held you at gunpoint, Kaye. You shouldn’t either.”

“Clearly she needed help,” she replies.

“Yeah, she did. But baby, she was far past getting it. Do you want to know what my brothers find in her apartment?”

She turns her face up to look at me. I hate seeing such sadness in her eyes. She looks so fragile, not my strong girl at all.

“What?”

“They found the owner of the place stuffed in a closet. The ID in Mona’s wallet was her picture, but the tenant’s identity. That’s how she hid under the radar. She was living that poor woman’s life.

“We know for a fact she researched for the right person. Someone that had no family, very little friends, a decent bank account. She watched and waited, killing that woman and taking over her existence.

“So you tell me. Did you do what you needed to do to protect yourself?” I ask pointedly.

“Oh my God. Felix, that’s crazy,” she gasps.

“Kaye, it’s her MO. She was watching and studying you just the same. I’m just so fucking happy Dashawn wasn’t here and that Noah turned you into a precision shooter,” I say.

“I owe so much to him. I just kept hearing his voice in my mind. It’s what kept me calm to wait for the right moment. I was so scared. She was coming apart right in front of me,” she whispers, a shiver running through her.

“We’ll get through this,” I reassure her.

“Yeah, that’s what my dad said. I called him to pray for me. I told him what happened. He said…he said there are no accidents in the universe. She walked in my home with the intent to harm what belongs to God. No weapon formed.

“I…I want to believe him. I want to see this from his point of view, but I’m no judge. What gives me the right to be an executioner?”

“Your God given right to be safe in your own home. Dude, I’ve been to your dad’s church. I’ve gone with Danny to bible study a million times. All throughout the bible God teaches his people to fight for what’s theirs. You think that stopped for us because times changed or we have different weapons.

“I understand you, sweetheart. Kaye, you wouldn’t hurt a fly, but tonight, you did what you had to. I have no doubt in me that you wouldn’t do it again if your children were in danger.

“You’re a fighter. This time you just fought to the death and you came out the victor just like you should. Either way, this was that woman’s last day. If she would have harmed you. She wouldn’t have been breathing long after,” I say tightly.

“Your mother probably wants you to call off the engagement. All of your brothers have such sweet wives and girlfriends and you get me—Annie Oakley,” she pouts.

I throw my head back and roar with laughter. I laugh so hard tears spill over. She did not just say that.

“Hold on, hold on. You can’t be fucking serious,” I say through my laughter.

“Why are you laughing at me?” she huffs.

“One, you’ve seen my mother’s guns over the front door, haven’t you?” I look at her with my brows raised.

“I’ve seen the guns. Didn’t know they were hers,” she replies.

“My mom would have walked in the door guns blazing. Kaye, seriously. Nellie, Bean, and Heather could have and would have killed that woman with their bare hands. Bean wouldn’t have bothered coming in the house. She just would have picked that looney toon off with her snipper rifle out the truck of her car.

“Kamara is the most innocent next to you and that’s not saying much. I’ve watched her smack a guy across the face with a hot frying pan.

“I want you to think about something. Every single person that spent time in your New York apartment was there as a bodyguard. Male or female,” I say, watching my words sink in.

I see the moment it clicks. Her eyes light up with understanding and her mouth falls open in shock. Her eyes bounce over my face to decipher my words. I just shrug.

“Connie and Kate?” she breathes.

“Yup, and trust me, what you did tonight was child’s play to them. Don’t torment yourself. She had knives, ropes and all types of other shit, I’m not going to clutter your head with, in her bag. No matter what she said. She didn’t come here to play,” I say to drive my point.

“Okay, I hear you,” she says slowly with a matching nod.

“Good, but seriously, baby. We have to get you around the family more,” I snort before bursting into laughter once again.

“Stop laughing at me,” she whines, but I can hear the life and playfulness coming back to her voice.

Yeah. My girl is going to be just fine. Maybe a few days in Ireland after Noah’s wedding will help. I’ll get her through this.

“I love you, Kaye. Just the way you are,” I murmur.

“Yeah, I’m definitely starting to see that something is wrong with you,” she teases. “I love you too, Felix. Wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“I wouldn’t let you,” I chuckle.

“Yeah, I know. That’s one of the things I love.”

I kiss her forehead and we fall silent again. This time I can feel my girl with me. When I look down into her eyes she’s there.

Damn, we’ve come a long way. A really long way. I remember my shy little church mouse. Now, I have a gun slinging, book slaying, freak and I couldn’t be happier.