by Ann, Natalie
“I don’t want to rush,” he said. “You’re going to make me rush.”
She was standing there in a white lace bra and unbuttoning her jeans, then wiggling out of them. “Catch up or do I need to undress you?”
He laughed and pulled his shirt over his head and undid his jeans, then slid them down. His boxer briefs were staying on for the moment. He didn’t think he’d last if he took them off.
When she went to take her bra off he brushed her hands away. “Let me.”
He undid the hook in the back and drew it off her shoulders, then lifted her up to get his mouth on a nice pointy nipple.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, the heat of her lighting another fire in him.
He moved to the bed and laid her on it, coming down on top of her, his mouth going from one breast to the other, his hands pushing them together, his tongue sliding in between her cleavage. She had more than he thought she did.
“That feels so good,” she said. Her hips were bucking up, grinding herself against his body. He could feel the wetness through her panties and on his hip.
He let go of her breasts and moved down her waist, her hips, his hands going to the top of the lace and tugging it down. She was shaved nice and neat. His hands spread her wide, his mouth going to the drop of dew glistening on her swollen bud.
She let out a moan when his tongue captured the first drop, then pulled her in and lapped her up like melted ice cream from the bowl on a hot summer day.
“Noah,” she said, her hands going to his head and holding him in place. “Don’t stop.”
There was so much he wanted to do, but she wanted him to stay there so he would. If he could send her over the edge once maybe she’d slow down and let him take his time with her.
His tongue came out and licked between her lips causing her to squeal. He settled back on her nub, his thumb going inside of her as her hips lifted up and down while she rode him out until her body started to throb uncontrollably.
He kept at it, letting her go until she’d had enough. When her body stilled he leaned back and looked at her spread out on his bed, her eyes closed, her breathing heavy, a smile on her face.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a condom, dropped his underwear and was just ready to cover himself when she sat up and took it out of his hand. “Let me. I’ve got to touch you.”
He stood back and allowed her to do what she wanted to him. She wasn’t fast, but lingering there teasing him like he was coming to understand she felt the need to do.
She scooted up the bed and opened her legs wide. “Make me come again,” she said.
He didn’t know who this woman was and didn’t care other than he was going to bury himself so deep in her and make her shout out his name.
He didn’t need to be told twice, his hands sliding under her hips and lifting them, then fitting himself to her opening. He wanted to slam in but discovered she was tight when he was using his thumb.
He eased in, her muscles squeezing him, almost making him burst in that moment.
“Slow down,” he said, clenching his jaw when her hips started to push up into him.
“I can’t. You’re so big and it feels so good.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. You’re tight.”
“Then stretch me out. I’m tough. I can take it.”
“Shit,” he said when her legs wrapped around his hips again. He’d always thought he had an abundance of control, but he was finding where Paige Parker was concerned he had none at all.
Her nails were scratching his shoulders, his hips were slamming into hers. There was a pressure building in him that he hadn’t ever felt before. If he thought he was going to burst before, this was like a geyser at Yellowstone ready to blow.
“Are you close?” he asked.
“Just go,” she said. “I already did.”
“Hell no,” he said, his hips moving fast. “I’m getting you there again.”
“You don’t need to,” she said, but he could tell she was close. Her legs were tightening on his hips, her muscles squeezing his cock so tight he thought it was in a vise while he pumped in and out of her.
“Keep doing that,” she said, her voice an octave higher.
So he did and prayed he could keep it up to get her there.
He didn’t need to worry, as she shouted out his name, her hands going to his ass and pushing him in deep and holding him there, the contractions of her muscles too much for him to hold back any longer, her name being ripped from his throat too as he collapsed on her.
They were lying there five seconds before her phone started to ding.
“Do you need to get that?” he asked, rolling over.
“Yeah. It’s Sebastian. I can tell by the ringtone.”
She climbed off the bed and bent over to pull her phone out of her jeans while he admired her ass. She had one fine body on her.
“Shit,” she said.
“What?” He jumped off the bed. “What’s wrong?”
Her shoulders dropped and she tossed her phone at him. “Caught.”
He looked down to see the text from Sebastian that read, “What are you doing at Noah’s right now?” followed up by a smiley face, two melons, and an eggplant.
He burst out laughing. “I guess breaking curfew the other night wasn’t so bad now.”
21
A Normal Life
Paige did the walk of shame home. She’d texted Sebastian back and asked how he knew where she was and he replied that she was the one who put the tracking app on both their phones.
She’d completely forgotten she’d done that when she gave him a cell phone. It looked like it was coming back to bite her in the butt now.
Since her nephew knew where she was, she didn’t bother to rush home. As embarrassed as she was that Sebastian knew, she texted back to say she’d be home in an hour. There was no reason to leave or lie. She’d told him she wanted him to be honest with her at all times and that meant she had to do the same with him.
“Did you have fun?” Sebastian asked her when she walked in the door.
“Go to your room while I bring in the rest of your Christmas gifts,” she said.
“Fine,” he said, grinning at her. At least he wasn’t mad about it. She wasn’t sure what he’d think of her and Noah dating. He wasn’t a stupid kid and probably assumed they’d get to this point, but she also didn’t want to have to talk about it.
When she was done wrapping the rest of his gifts and putting them in her closet, she finally decided to walk the plank and make her way to the living room. She was the adult here and she needed to have a mature conversation with him.
“Let’s talk,” she said.
“I don’t want details,” Sebastian said.
“You’re not getting them!”
He started to laugh. “Why couldn’t you tell me you were going there?”
“Because I wasn’t sure if I was,” she said. It wasn’t really a lie. Though she and Noah talked about it last night she didn’t know if she was going to chicken out or not today, which was why she did her shopping first. If she did chicken out she could say she got held up or the mall was packed.
But the truth was she couldn’t wait any longer to get Noah alone. He was everything she’d always wanted in a guy and she didn’t want to lose him.
Not that she thought she would if she didn’t put out by any means, but she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Why wait when they were both single and wanted it equally?
“Why?” he asked.
“Because it’s still fast. We haven’t known each other long. There is you to consider.”
“What do I have to do with it?” he asked. “I like Noah. If I didn’t push him toward you, you’d still be watching those stupid Hallmark movies in your room all weekend.”
She opened her mouth and then closed it again. “They aren’t stupid. I only watch them in there because you don’t like them.”
“That’s right, I don’t.”
“Did he tell you that?” he asked.
“He did. But it helped that he had your approval.”
“He wanted it?” Sebastian asked.
“We aren’t selfish. If you didn’t like him I wouldn’t date him. He knew that.”
“It shouldn’t matter what I think,” he said, looking confused.
She sat next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. “It does matter what you think. You never liked anyone your mother brought home, did you?”
“Don’t compare yourself to her,” he said, standing up to walk out of the living room.
She wasn’t going to let him end this conversation. “Stop and come back. No, I’m not comparing myself to my sister. I’m not her and never will be. Why won’t you talk with me about your mother?”
“And say what? That she had losers in the house all the time. Or when one wasn’t a loser they didn’t stick around because she was nuts.”
“Sebastian, your mother is ill.”
“She’s a murderer. She killed someone. She had a guy that was nice and treated her well and she started to accuse him of things like she always did. She told everyone he attacked her and he didn’t. He never would have. He was nice and he liked me.”
Oh man, they never had these conversations before. “I wish we’d known what was going on with your mother, but we didn’t. And you never said anything. You’d come visit and be quiet. Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Because who was going to believe me? I was just a kid. She told me I was wrong all the time. She told me all sorts of things that I know weren’t right, but then I started to wonder if they were.”
The last thing she wanted was to bring up bad memories for him. “You need to talk to me. I wish you did back then. You told us before that things she said weren’t true and we believed you.”
“She told me no one did and that I didn’t love her if I didn’t believe her. That I was supposed to side with her. I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” he said and ran to his room and shut the door.
She walked to the door and knocked. “Sebastian. Can I come in?”
He didn’t answer, but she opened the door anyway. He was lying on the bed with his head turned away from her. All those times she thought he was more mature than most fourteen-year-olds, this time he looked so small and fragile.
She wished she had someone she could talk to to help her handle this. To say the right things. “I’m sorry I started this conversation. I’ll never say those things to you. I’ll never be like your mother. I just want you happy.”
“You deserve to be happy too,” he said.
“I am. But you come first. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the truth.”
He turned over and asked her, “If I told you I didn’t like Noah would you break up with him?”
She hadn’t expected that question but didn’t hesitate. “I would. I thought you liked Noah.”
“I do. I don’t want you to break up with him. I don’t want you to hide things from me either. And I don’t want to be a burden. I just want to have a normal life.”
This was about a family to him. She knew it because she’d read his notebooks, but she couldn’t tell him that. “I want to give you that normal family, but you have to learn to be happy on your own too. You can’t rely on other people to help you feel that way.”
“I know.”
“And that means if I tell you I’m happy with it being just you and me, you have to believe me.”
“But you’re not,” he said.
She wanted to argue with him but knew they’d just get into a pissing match. “Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re smiling all the time now. You’re running for your phone when it goes off. You snuck over to see him. You’ve never done that. I don’t want you to hide it from me. It makes me feel like you don’t want me to know. Why?”
Those thoughts never crossed her mind. “It’s not that I didn’t want you to know. It’s more about the fact that we are adults and you don’t need to know everything. It’s too soon for me to spend the night there or him to come here.”
“What’s the difference if you’re going to go there for sex in the afternoon?”
“Sebastian! My personal life and details don’t get discussed with you. You’re fourteen and I’m thirty. Noah is thirty-three. There is a line and you are crossing it.”
“Sorry,” he said.
He rarely apologized to her, which just showed how vulnerable he was really feeling. “This isn’t a secret, but I’m allowed to have some privacy and so is Noah. This is new ground for all of us. Even him. I want you to talk to me but you have to be respectful too.”
“I guess.”
From past experience she knew not to push much more. “Are we good here?”
“Yeah. Paige? Could you be my mother? Like make it legal?”
She was shocked he asked but again didn’t hesitate. “If it’s what you want and I can make it happen, I will.”
“But what do you want?” he asked.
“You,” she said.
She walked out of his room and shut the door. When she got to the living room her phone was going off. She pulled it out of her purse to see a text from Noah asking how it went.
She replied back, “Better than I thought.”
What else was she going to say? Just like she’d told Sebastian some things were private, she had to be that way with Noah too. It was too soon to unload her worries and issues on him and she wouldn’t.
22
Sticks Together
Noah only paused briefly before he pushed open the door to Drake’s on Wednesday morning. “Merry Christmas,” he said loudly so that they knew it was him entering the house.
“Merry Christmas,” Kara said back. “I’d asked if you knew the news but my guess is you did.” She was holding her hand up showing off the rock that Drake had shown him last week.
“Do you want to know the answer to that?” he asked, walking over and shaking his brother’s hand.
“No,” she said, laughing.
“Come here and give me a hug. I’m getting another sister.”
She walked up and hugged him tight. “I’ve never had a big family and now I’m being thrown into this one. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You’ve already seen how we stick together when the going gets tough.”
Kara’s father had broken into her house back in September and trashed the place looking for money and valuables. It wasn’t the police that figured it out, but their cousin Ella’s husband who was a security expert.
When Drake confronted Kara’s father and physically attacked him, Travis pulled Drake off and then called Ella’s brother Cade, the lawyer of the family, to deal with any fallout.
Thankfully there wasn’t any for the once mild-mannered Drake, but Kara learned that the Fierce family sticks together.
Noah turned his head when he heard a meow, and Kara’s cat, Tyson, came out from under the tree, batting around a small ball. Normally the cat was nowhere to be found when Noah stopped over. “Well, look who came out of hiding.”
The minute he spoke, the cat took off into the other room. “He doesn’t like too many people,” Drake said.
“Why doesn’t he like me? I look like you.”
“But you aren’t me,” Drake said.
“Can I get you some coffee? Something to eat?” Kara asked. “I made muffins this morning.”
“I’ll take a muffin and a coffee,” he said, making himself at home at the island. He looked around the living room, saw the decorations that weren’t there the year before, the big tree overflowing with more ornaments on it and opened gifts underneath.
There was no clutter of paper anywhere. Kara would never allow it. Neither would Drake. He was the neat freak of the family, though Noah suspected that Kara might b
e neater than his twin.
Kara set his coffee and muffin in front of him. “How is it going with Paige?”
“Good,” he said, then looked at Drake and caught the grin.
“What am I missing?” Kara asked.
“Nothing,” Drake said. “It’s a guy thing.”
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” she asked.
“You want to know?” Noah asked. “Paige snuck to my house on Saturday after shopping. Well, I use the term sneak loosely. It didn’t matter. She shares a tracking software with Sebastian and he checked and saw her there, then sent a text with some rather colorful emojis. Let’s say he figured out what we were doing.”
She laughed. “That’s kind of funny.”
“It is,” he said. “Paige talked to him and everything is cool.”
“Where are they today?” Drake asked. “You’re not going to see them?”
“They went to Paige’s father’s house for the day. They’ll be home later and I’ll go over and see her then.”
As much as he wanted to spend time with them today, it was for family and they weren’t there yet. He did get her and Sebastian gifts, but nothing major. He didn’t even tell her he did until last night. He hadn’t wanted her to feel like she had to get him anything.
“So things are going good there?” Drake asked.
“Not bad for a few weeks,” was all Noah was going to say. “Let’s not bring it up today either. This is your and Kara’s day. No one needs to know about someone I’ve been dating for a few weeks.”
Drake looked at him funny, like he wanted to argue, and then said, “If that is what you want.”
“It is.”
And several hours later he was glad because when their family got together it was crazy. It wasn’t just him and his siblings but also his Uncle Grant and Aunt Diane and their kids plus now Dani and Payton.
“Is your mother getting excited for the wedding?” his mother asked Dani, Sam’s fiancée. “I know Diane is probably driving her insane with ideas.”
“My mother is pretty laid back. Our family isn’t that big so she is deferring to Diane for most things. I just can’t wait for the wedding itself. I’m not getting lost in the planning of it,” she said.