by Rachel Cade
Noa hadn’t intended it, but his fingers curled over the strap of her panties and yanked - hard. They didn’t rip, but the small scrap of fabric no longer covered what he craved. The small triangle was free to feast on with his eyes. He knew all he had to do was turn his hand and dip his middle finger into her drenched softness.
She felt like wet rose petals.
But he had to feel her in a different place now.
“Take these off,” he whispered, pulling his hand from the lace pooled at her knees.
He didn’t trust himself to take them off without ripping them.
She did as he instructed as her eyes took in his full body multiple times.
Noa scooted more to the center of the bed, messing up the blanket.
Her mouth was full and flushed from his kisses. Every part of her body was lush, sensual, and innocent at the same time. An absolute desert rose.
And she was his wife.
“Come here, babygirl.”
He reached for her hand.
She accepted it and he watched her breasts bounce as she came to him, right before her knees hit his side.
“Just climb on top?” Her gaze lifted from below his navel.
“You know it.”
Noa felt every inch of himself tense as her sweet thigh drew over his waist.
Staying aware and keeping up with her breathing was getting difficult.
From the time they’d met, despite any unease she had, there was always a comfort around him, a safeness she felt that trumped almost every other feeling. But there was so much more to him that she didn’t know… and she was drawn to that too.
She wanted him. It was a complete fact, but he was… a lot.
Not only had it been a while for her, but she’d only been with one person before him. And they’d never done anything like this.
Lyndie could only use his chest for balance, praying she didn’t do anything wrong as she opened her legs to straddle him.
A strong hand grabbed her ankle when it hit the other side of the bed. His grip tightened when she tried to move, stopping her from lowering her knee to the mattress.
Lyndie’s hand lightly smacked his chest as she tried to clumsily steady herself. Her breath came in a short gasp. Just a few inches below her throbbing flesh was his thick erection. And her entire body ached for it. His muscles were hard and hot against her palm, the dark art that covered his skin blurred a little as she squinted.
“You changed your mind?” Her voice was light.
“No. I need you to lift up for me a bit.”
In order to do it, she rested most of her body weight on her knee.
Noa’s hair was spread over the pillow. Blue eyes, clear like dawn, watched her. Her body was ready, but Lyndie didn’t know if she was mentally prepared for this.
The tip of Noa’s cock started to penetrate her while he held her leg open.
Lyndie’s stomach began to quiver the lower she sank on the thick shaft, feeling it stretch her while she grasped hard at his chest.
She tugged at her foot, but he wouldn’t release it. The hold kept her open to him and he could see everything where their bodies were joined.
Where was her breath?
“Noa.” Lyndie’s head fell forward.
“You’re going to stay like this.” His last word was hissed out when her ass hit his pelvis.
He was completely inside her and her body tightened around him. Lyndie couldn’t control her breathing. She felt a tight pinch between her legs, a shock of pleasure that bordered on pain it was so intense.
Noa covered the hand she had on his chest with his.
“You’re gonna be okay.” He started to move, and the wide length began caressing the inside of her walls.
Each time he moved back, his stroke got a little longer.
Her eyes were closed. “I just… need to put down my leg-”
“No,” he loosened his grip a fraction. “You need to leave it here. Rise up off me, babygirl. Come on,” he coaxed. “I know you have it in you, Lyndie.” There was softness in his voice, but also an edge of challenge.
He stopped moving, but the pleasure remained. Noa was deep inside her and it felt so good. She wanted more… she needed more.
Her hand molded to him as she pulled her body up slowly before lowering it again.
On instinct, her insides contracted around him as she repeated the motion.
“Oh my God.” Her eyelids squeezed together.
Lyndie continued to move, not realizing she was completely controlling the pace.
Noa grunted and his hand tightened over hers.
Her foot pressed harder into the mattress as she leaned forward. Being on top was still strange to her, but it felt so good.
Lyndie’s thigh’s tensed and she quickened her movements.
Noa let her hand and ankle go. His legs moved beneath her. The sound he made vibrated his chest under her hand.
Lyndie opened her eyes to see Noa had raised his arms to hold the bars of the headboard.
“Shit,” he whispered, head tilted back until his Adam’s apple bulged from his neck. “I knew you’d be like this. I knew you’d drive me fuckin’ crazy.”
His body moved with her. Lyndie started to jerk up when he began thrusting into her. Almost immediately, her mouth opened and a ragged cry escaped.
His skin smacked hers before he abruptly stopped, and her numb knee collapsed down to the mattress as she hovered over him.
The only thing she understood was his stiff cock sliding between her legs.
And she’d never been more hungry for anything in her life.
Lyndie let her hands creep up his chest, rubbing her thighs against his hips until she grabbed a lock of his hair.
Noa opened his pressed lips; his eyes were like slits when he straightened his neck to stare at her. “Ride it, babygirl.”
While her walls pulsed around him, Lyndie let her other hand wind more of his hair.
Pressing her knees into the bed, she pushed herself up and dropped down on him.
He filled her in a way she couldn’t describe. And as she shifted above him, quickening her pace, all she could do was yell out her pleasure.
Not long after, Lyndie fell forward, her breasts mashing against him.
Her lips grazed his collarbone. “You’re so much,” she whispered.
She wanted him to touch her, but his hands were still holding the headboard.
Lyndie moved up his body to kiss the side of his neck. The action pulled on him until only the tip of his cock was inside her.
Noa’s breathing was sharp, raising her as he inhaled. “You don’t have any reason to be this tight.”
“Is this Noa or Skorpio talking?” she questioned against his inked neck.
A hand reached up for his forearm and wrapped around his leather-covered wrist, attempting to pull it from the wooden beam.
“Lyndie…”
“I’m the birthday girl, right? I want to feel your hands on me.”
With little resistance, she removed his hand and pulled it down to her face. He caressed it, letting his thumb trace her jaw.
“Lyndie, I want to fuck you.” His thumb continued to move and his eyes followed it. “And I don’t want to be nice about it.”
“So it’s Skorpio then?” she smiled.
He didn’t answer.
“All you have to do is tell me you want it.”
His eyes searched her face before focusing on her mouth. Warm breath caressed her skin, and in that moment, Lyndie realized she had some power here, over him.
Noa reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass, trying to close the space between them.
Lyndie pulled back, staying just out of his mouth’s reach.
“I want you to be nice.”
Noa sat up, positioning them upright again as his other hand reached for her waist.
“Remember promising to be gentle?” He looked at her like he didn’t understand.
Noa took her hip
s and impaled her back onto him.
“That was before I felt this,” he said over her broken sigh. “And how ready you are for me. Wet little Lyndie.”
Both of them were breathless after they were joined again, someone initiated a kiss and their mouths ground together - nothing was sweet about it.
Noa’s goatee kept grazing her chin, tempting her to laugh, but his mouth was so hungry she had to work to keep up with his nips and tugs. He didn’t try to put his tongue in her mouth, but she wanted it. Her hands left his shoulders in search of his face as her mouth deepened against his.
He pulled his lips away and she made a sound of protest.
Noa dropped his head and hand grabbed one of her breasts, pushing it up to his mouth as his other hand tightened on her hip.
The warm tip of his tongue circled her nipple once, then again before drawing it into his mouth.
In his secure grip, the silver ball of his tongue ring pressed into her pebbled flesh and she called out, hunching forward while holding the back of his neck.
He pulled on it a bit, and she was so sensitive from breastfeeding that she tensed. The pressure of his tongue, lips, and teeth rolled her eyes back as she tried to breathe. Was it too much or just enough?
She couldn’t say.
The only thing in her world now was his touch and her cries.
Noa began lifting her off his hard shaft, curling his hand under her ass to guide her.
Lyndie held his shoulders, eagerly helping him, while Noa’s mouth stayed attached to her breast.
Sweat shimmered on her skin, and each quick breath carried a moan with it. She wasn’t going to last much longer like this.
Her body felt like it was going to crack…
Noa continued the pace and moved his head to her other nipple.
Lyndie started to swear, but it came out like small squeals. Her thighs tightened around his hips.
Out of nowhere, he slapped her ass hard, and the sound echoed in the room.
The slap made her gasp. And before she could react, Noa pulled her up off his erection to toss her back onto the mattress.
Lyndie collapsed like a wet noodle.
Did he just throw her?
Everything was on fire and she couldn’t collect a thought.
“‘Be nice,’ she fuckin’ says.” His voice opened her eyes.
He was sitting on her knees between her numb open legs.
“You know what isn’t nice?” He didn’t wait for an answer, which was good since she didn’t have one. “This pussy.”
If possible, Lyndie’s face heated more. A film of perspiration covered her cheeks and nose.
Noa’s knuckle smoothed over her clit, and the touch lurched her pelvis before he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked on it.
“Since it’s not nice to me, I can’t be nice to it.”
Lyndie was flushed and at a complete loss for words.
She looked away from him to eye the headboard.
*
Noa moved closer between her legs and hovered over her to hold her face and make her see him again.
He leveled his gaze at her. “You can take me, Lyndie. I know you can.”
Her stomach lowered as a shuttering breath left her. Noa let his eyes drift down the curves of the woman that belonged to him.
If she didn’t know it, there would be no doubt soon.
He positioned himself to reenter her. The temptation to close his eyes was so great, his hand balled into a fist as he resisted.
“Keep your legs open for me.” He continued to slide inside, and when he was nestled deep, he grabbed her hand.
“Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
Instead of answering, her brow rose and her jaw clenched. The way she was quivering around him, he knew she didn’t have much longer.
“We’re gonna ride this one out, alright?”
He started moving against her. Not rapidly, but he paced himself to see if she would catch the rhythm.
Noa kept the curses in his head because he needed to concentrate, but God this woman…
“Noa - oh!” Her back came off the bed and her head smashed into his shoulder.
He hissed through ground teeth as she suctioned him in. Lyndie’s nails bit into his back as she held onto him. Noa felt a dark possession gnawing at him to break free. He couldn’t let it… not yet.
“Oh God!” Her legs snapped against his hips.
“I’m gonna give you so many more of these, baby.” His thrusts shoved her down into the mattress.
Lyndie’s scream and the convulsion of her walls against him gave him pure satisfaction.
But when he began emptying into the condom, the pleasure collapsed like dominoes from the bottom of his spine to his neck. His cry was deep and mingled with hers.
Chapter Sixteen:
Knowing
Lyndie wasn’t used to walking around naked, especially not in motel rooms. But she had to pee. When she returned to the bedroom, Noa was sitting up.
“I thought you were asleep?” she whispered.
It was the first thing she’d said to him since…
His hair was everywhere and some of it was beginning to curl again, resting along his shoulders and his torso.
“No,” he answered.
Lyndie had to fight for her first couple of steps out of the bed.
The tossed blankets and sheets were a visual reminder of what they’d done and the ache in her thighs and between them was the physical. Noa seemed pretty aware of this from the humor that didn’t move past his eyes.
“You do sleep, right?” she asked. “You’re not a vampire or something are you?”
He stretched his arms high before lowering them. “Not last I checked. You okay?”
“Yeah,” she lied. She stepped forward to rejoin him on the bed, but her foot stumbled on something.
His vest.
Lyndie leaned down to pick it up.
It was heavier than she thought and smelled exactly like him.
“We were just throwing stuff everywhere.” She tried to laugh. It all still felt so surreal.
She’d had sex with Noa.
The biker, her husband, the guy that had no business in Amber Falls.
“Put it on.”
Her head snapped up. “What?”
“Put it on. I wanna see you in it.”
Instead of asking why, she shifted her gaze to the sheets. Quietly she pulled the cool leather up her arms.
Once it was on, she looked back at him.
“I like it,” he answered. “You look good in leather.”
Lyndie ran her hands over the front of it. All of her skin still felt extra sensitive, like a lightning bolt had hit her. The grooves of the pockets tickled her palms.
“You’re gonna wear some more for me one day.”
She heard him, but before she could ask what that meant, she noticed something small and white sticking out from the carpet, a patch like the ones on his vest.
It must have fallen out of his pocket.
“President,” she read aloud.
She lowered it to look at him, walking toward the bed. “Is this yours?”
Noa’s jaw wound a bit.
“Yes.”
Lyndie could have played dumb or let it go but decided not to. She’d done some research online when he told her he was in an MC. “Were you a club president?”
He cocked his head at her. Whatever he was going to say, he seemed to change his mind about. “Long time ago.”
Lyndie kept the vest on, climbing back into bed with him.
He raised his arm for her to snuggle into his side, which she promptly did.
She offered him the patch and he gently took it, setting it on the nightstand.
It was back, the close off. Regarding that subject at least; she could feel it.
It was still night, but day would come soon and she had no idea what it would bring.
But for now, it was just the two of them.
“It’s a nice ass.”
“Thank you, but still.”
“I just like to remind you who’s in charge when you get a little wild.”
Lyndie’s mouth opened as she looked up at him.
Noa raised a brow. “You didn’t like it?”
“You have a big hand. It stings.”
“Avoiding the answer.” He peered down at her.
“Um…” Caught in the stare, she realized she had to say something. “It was different. But I didn’t hate it.”
Noa pulled her tighter to him, resting his hand on her hip. He seemed satisfied with the answer, letting her out of his stare. “Okay.”
*
Lyndie held onto Max as she walked into the Town Hall meeting Saturday night. There was a decent crowd at Theodore’s. It was a space not far from the diner that had been several business’ at one time or another. The last was a pool room that had been cleared out when it shut down and now sometimes it opened to host bingo games. Peggy had been trying to get Lyndie to go, but she got out of it every time.
Max was in his carrier on her stomach. She knew he was too small to enjoy his new toys or the progress she’d made on his room, but she was so thankful to have the money to do it.
She was a little conflicted showing up at the meeting tonight. Especially knowing that it wasn’t much more than a rally for Will to receive praise and pat himself on the back.
His about face with her was still something she couldn’t figure out. Maybe he was worried about her filing for child support.
Lyndie quickly put her own problems to the side as she smoothed her hand down her son’s back. All she could do was wonder how Noa’s MC buying the warehouse was going to play into this.
“Before you go, I forgot to give you this.” Noa grabbed a small bag out of the motel room chair.
Lyndie couldn’t believe he bought her something else besides the necklace.
She’d gotten dressed. A few texts passed between her and Vicky and she let her know where she was. The sun hadn’t risen yet, so she was still under the cover of darkness to get home.
“What is it?” she asked, accepting the bag.