No one’s interested in me.
Not like Noah.
His kiss is raw with desire. His hands run through my hair, pulling me closer toward him. It’s as if he’s trying to make us one. I love the idea that I make him feel this way. It’s as if he’s been longing for me for so long.
Our tongues dart together, exploring each other's mouths. I don't know why, but he tastes sweet, like strawberries. I quiver and suck in a sharp breath as his fingers begin to work their way up the soft flesh of my thighs, gradually peeling back my skirt. This is the first time since I’ve been here that I’ve worn a dress. I hoped that he would notice and say something, but he hasn’t said a word. It doesn't matter, because the one thing that I've been craving is happening right now. His other hand slides down my neck and loops inside the shoulder strap of my dress.
“Right now?”
Now, I sound like a mother worried that their child will wake up and need them. Richard's done a number on me. He makes me want to protect him—all the time.
My legs slide into place around his, as my sex is on alert. It rests near the bulge in his pants, and I don't think about anything anymore other than getting it on with Noah. He presses against me with an urgency that's so hard to ignore.
Noah grips me tightly as he grinds his cock against me while pulling me in for another kiss. It's so damn intense that it feels overwhelming, as if I might just come here and now.
We've hardly done anything but kiss, yet I want him so badly. I want him right now.
Noah slips the dress from my shoulders. I hold on to my breath as I reveal my body to him. I try not to look in the mirror, and I feel as if he senses that I'm apprehensive about showing my body.
“Kylie, you’re so beautiful," he says as he unclasps my bra.
His mouth moves from my head to my toes. I let out a gasp as his tongue makes a velvet pattern across my chest. Noah’s an expert when it comes to making me feel as if I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. No man has ever made me feel this way. Noah kisses and licks his way in slow circles, and then he stops before he greedily sucks on my nipples. Then he starts to tease them with the barest brush of his teeth.
"Yes," I purr as Noah ravishes me. His hands move expertly up the bottom of my skirt, and I know he wants me naked beneath him. He doesn't waste any time as he yanks my panties down and throws them to the side as if they're a piece of trash.
I don't want him to stop. I want to savor every moment, but then there's a hunger inside of us. We've been apart so long, and as he slips his finger in between my legs, he sighs, “You're so damn wet!”
“I've been waiting for this so long. I waited for you last night."
Another finger joins the second as he goes deeper inside my pussy. "Sorry, I was tired, and I didn't know if I had an invitation."
I want to cast the words that I used that night aside. I want him. Long for him. Desire him.
He takes his fingers out of my pussy and then he sucks on them.
“You're as sweet as I remember.”
“Just fuck me!”
He doesn't wait any longer as he takes my hips and hoists them up, placing me on my knees next to him with my ass in the air. I'm like a puppet he's controlling, and he owns me right now. He owns everything about me, and I'm surrendering to him as he pulls down his pants and lets them drop to the floor.
Seeing his cock again is like a dream come true. I used to spend so many nights thinking that I wish I could take back the past and tell him that I wanted him to be mine.
He seizes me and drags me closer to him as he plunges his shaft into my pussy. He buries it into me in one explosive thrust.
"Fuck!" he cries out, and I yell as he enters me.
I forgot how big he was, but then as he entered, memories of him filing me enter my mind. It stings as my body adjusts to his cock.
"Shit, did I hurt you?”
He did, but then with pleasure comes pain, and as he hesitates to enter me again, I know that it'll pass, but the feeling and longing that I have for him won't go away.
"You're so damn tight."
"And you're so big," my voice trembles. "Don't stop!"
His cock is stretching me out, and I moan as I feel all of him inside of me. It's as if the fullness makes my muscles clinch him tighter. I want to savor him. He holds me gently, and then he holds onto my shoulders and yanks me closer.
“I've wanted you for so long, and you said no.”
With every thrust he's reliving the moment.
“I wanted you to fight for me. Don't stop, please!” I plead as I think about Noah and all the years that we've been apart. I want him to take my pleasure and for him to own it. I want to be part of his life for always. It's such a tense moment between us as his thrusts and our screams echo through the house.
My orgasm's approaching. I can feel it rising inside of me. I start to shake at the anticipation of it.
“No. Don’t."
Then, once again, I feel the emptiness between my legs.
“Don't come, I want to see your face. I want to know what you look like when you come.”
He seizes me by the thighs and flips me onto my back. I'm speechless as I lie on the sofa, and I quiver at his touch. I lift up his shirt and pull it over his head. I can see that he's sweating, and he's not the only one. Even the A/C that's blowing in the room can’t take away the heat that's rising in our bodies. We should move to the bedroom, have more space, but there's something about Noah looking wild and having his cock out that just freezes me from doing anything more than whatever he wants to do.
He slowly moves on top of me, and then he's in between my legs. Our eyes are fixed on each other as he slides into me like a hand in a glove.
His mouth moves to start fucking me with his tongue, and his hand slips in as he starts to stroke my clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel every emotion under the sun happening to me at once. The love that I said that I didn't want and wasn't right to claim feels as if it's the best thing in my life right now. I don't want this feeling to ever end.
“Noah!" I cry, as there's no denying that my climax is taking hold of me. I feel as if I see fireworks as the frustration and the life that I've been leading—a recluse, a loner, miserable, and extremely frustrated—melts away.
Noah's not done. If anything, he's just about to join me as he stops kissing me and just rocks against me. He starts to growl, “Fuck, I'm coming!”
And I know that within a few seconds, maybe minutes, he'll be joining me. I feel lifeless as I watch him change from being all-powerful to being weak in a few forceful strokes.
“Wow!"
Noah laughs as he starts to get his breath back. Both of us are panting and laughing about what has just happened.
“Just like at the wedding." He sighs.
“The one that you told me never happened.”
“I don't want to talk about the past.”
"Neither do I," I agree, and I expect him to move and say that we should go upstairs. Instead, he stays on top of me, and I can feel his limp dick between my legs. It seems like such a beautiful moment as he kisses me gently and we look at each other. The love that we've denied each other for so long is staring us in the face.
"I even asked Jessica to move in with me."
Wow, I wasn't expecting him to be talking about another girl, while I'm in between his legs.
"I've done so many stupid things just to not want you—to not feel like this.”
“Did it work?”
Part of me’s tempted to ask him if the stories about him being with all those girls are true? But, I don't want to spoil the moment. That was in the past, and I want to make sure that he’s on board. He knows that I want to be with him.
“No, it just made me want you even more.”
It sounded so right, hearing him admit that he feels the same way that I do. I’m not sure how long we'll stay in this position, I just know that the mojo that I've lost is coming back to me. I start to
think of music as Noah and I hold each other making sweet harmony with our bodies.
Chapter Eleven
Noah
“Wow, I guess that I’ve got a lot of work to do to keep up with you.” I laugh as I wrap my arms around her.
“More the other way around. It reminds me of back in the hotel, the wedding… the time you told me to keep away from you.”
I shake my head because that’s not exactly the way I remember it. If anything, it was more the other way around.
“You told me that it wasn’t a good idea. Our parents had just gotten married, and you told me that it was best we didn’t take it any further.”
She moves away from me. “You know nothing about women.”
Apparently not, because that's what she told me. I never knew that there was double meaning in it. How was I supposed to know? She would call and make sure that I wasn't at the same events as her. It was pretty clear that she wanted nothing to do with me.
Not anymore.
“Just going to the bathroom. Be back in a minute.”
I want to tell her not to be long. It’s as if not feeling her body next to me has made me feel cold again. I wake up alone and go to bed alone, no problem. But the last few days with Richard being in my life, everything’s changed, including this needy feeling. It’s as if living in the house and being the only one in it sends a chill up my spine, even though it’s something that I was quite happy to do a few days ago. How so much can change in such a short space of time…
She laughs as she comes back.
“Besides, you had your boys. You were going to buy the ranch.
Everything was mapped out for you.”
I want her to stand there naked all day long. I could admire her for weeks. Damn, she’s so incredibly sexy. She has no idea how much she’s turning me on right now. But, she’s about to find out.
“Do you ever stop thinking about it?”
She laughs as I start to grope her as soon as she comes near me. I can’t get my hands off her. Now she’s near, I don’t want to let her go.
“Besides, the way I remember it, I wanted us to be together, and you told me no. Not ever again. We were stepbrother and sister, and that was the end of it.”
“Looks like I was wrong.”
I growl, “Seems that way.” I forget about everything and think of us as being together, the way that I wanted us to be that night—the way that I want us to be right now.
***
When we finally got out of bed, because it was time to see to Richard, Kylie wanted to do it. She said that it was good practice for the future. It was as if she’d never left my life and had been in it all this time. Everything just clicked from the moment we were in bed. Once we talked. I was just about to go down to the ranch to make sure that everything was okay. I’ve been hardly going there lately.
That’s when I hear my phone ringing, and as I pick it up, I regret doing so.
“Good evening, is this Noah Walker?”
I sigh. “Yes.” I saw the number was from the clinic, which means that the results are back and can only mean one thing. I’ll know in a few minutes if Richard’s mine or not.
“We have the paternity test results. Would you like to come in for them, or can we send them in the mail?”
“As I said to Dr. Myers, I want you to call me with the results.”
She clears her throat, probably used to mixed reactions from this. “Well, I can concur that the baby in question is indeed yours.”
“Thank you.”
Then I hang up the phone like a zombie not sure of its existence. I head to Richard’s room. Kylie smiles at me as she’s making her usual baby noises at Richard.
I hold up my phone and take a picture.
“What are you doing?” she asks as she watches me. I press the send button.
“Dad told me that if Richard’s mine then I should send him a picture.”
She laughs. “You’re joking, right? He asked you to send him a photo?”
I nod. “But you missed out on the important part.”
“What?”
“That Richard’s mine.”
“Oh, I thought you knew.”
I shrug. “Not really. Not until now.”
Maybe part of me didn’t want to believe it. The evidence was there. Candy wouldn’t go out of her way to drop him here if she felt that he wasn’t mine. It had been a few days, and still nothing from her. He looked like me, but that could mean anything. Right now, I knew that it meant only one thing.
I was his daddy.
Kindergarten. School. College.
All down to me, because I was officially his dad.
Chapter Twelve
Kylie
I can’t believe it. I’m sitting down, and all these songs are rolling through me. It’s as if this musical constipation has turned into diarrhea and they’re pouring out of me.
“What are you doing?” Noah asks as he starts to grope my tits. I look down, and Richard’s on his bouncy chair—a gift from his dad, who has become obsessed with spoiling him ever since he got the paternity results. The whole house looks like a nursery. There isn’t a toy or baby stuff not occupying one part of the house. It’s sweet watching him fuss over someone else apart from himself.
Luckily, Noah has a piano, which he said that he bought with me in mind. He felt that his home had to have one to have a piece of me. That felt kind of sweet, knowing that when he bought this place and decorated it, he was thinking of me.
I don’t know what it is because everything’s clicking like crazy. We go for walks every day, and I submitted a couple of recordings to my manager—my official manager—who said that he would forward it to the label.
I’ve even lost a few pounds. Well, that’s either from the sex or the food, and as promised, my dildo’s safely sealed up and not feeling the need to show its face—or rather, its dick. Either way, for the first time in a long time, I feel like myself. Like a woman instead of a thing.
“I’m on my fourth song!”
“This week? Damn! You're like a machine.”
I nod. “I know. A singing, songwriting machine. Bring it on.”
He kisses me and moves away. “I wouldn’t want to stop the inspiration.” I’m about to correct him when my phone rings.
“Come here, little man. Come and help daddy cook.”
I laugh as I watch them move into the kitchen. I can’t believe that Noah’s changed from hardly being able to hold him, to having him in his arms every minute.
“Kylie, you there?”
I nod. “Sure. Is this John?”
I’m about to go through the formalities, asking how he is and how the songs that I sent him were, when he blurts out, “That was fucking amazing!”
“Sorry?”
“The second song you sent. The first, not so bad, but that second one…. Hold me, baby… Beautiful, just beautiful.”
“Oh.”
“How’s the diet coming along?”
“Good.”
“Right, it’s only been three weeks, so we won’t put too much pressure on that, but at least if you’re trying, that’s the main thing.”
That’s sweet of him, and they’re the same words that Mom uses every day that I speak to her when I can be bothered to answer her call, but she typically wants a photo in between so that I can show her my weight loss. She’s putting me under a little pressure. I should be used to it, but it doesn’t stop rattling my cage every time we speak.
“So, when are you coming into the studio? We can have a meeting and get that song out there so others can appreciate your beautiful voice and that fucking song. It’s just so damn beautiful.”
“Right?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cuss on the phone. So, is tomorrow good?”
“I’m in Texas.”
“And there are planes.”
That’s not the real issue. I’ve loved writing and singing here, being as far away from the city as possible. Now, he’s asking me
to come back. I think that’s what the problem was in the first place—feeling like a caged animal at the zoo, always being asked to perform. I don’t want to go back to that life.
“So, you’ll be here tomorrow?”
“The day after,” I blurt out.
“Okay, but the sooner, the better. If you need me to book the flights for you, don’t hesitate to ask.”
He means his secretary, and I think that I can handle booking flights. I don’t have a PA anymore. There didn’t seem to be any point after I lost my mojo.
“We’ll be waiting, babes!”
And then he hangs up. Now I’ve got my mojo back on, he’s calling me pet names. I hate to think what he was calling me when I was giving him nothing. I’ve still got my phone in my hand when Noah walks back in with Richard.
“Dinner’s served, my lady. Oh, was someone on the phone?”
He can see the troubled look on my face, and I’m still holding my phone.
I lie and say, “Just Terence wanting another picture.”
“Eh, that man. Does he ever stop?"
"He's your dad!" I point out to him, as much as he hates the man for cheating on his mom and demanding part of his inheritance money when his mom died. He's still his dad, and he's married to my mom.
"Okay, let’s not spoil the night. Happy thoughts only.”
I smile as I think that he’s right. Only happy thoughts today, because come tomorrow it will be a different subject, and we’ll both be miserable. I don’t know who’s going to feel worse, him or me? I don’t want things to change. Not tonight. Not ever.
Chapter Thirteen
Noah
Kylie’s been quiet ever since we sat down to dinner. Noah’s asleep and the monitor’s on the table. We’re supposed to be watching a movie. I put on some chick flick thinking that she’ll like it, and Kylie’s head’s on my lap.
I can’t concentrate because I want her so badly. She’s been recording all day, and I’ve been Noah at the ranch. I’m not sure if she’s in the mood.
I move her head up by delicately touching it in case she’s watching the movie.
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