Control - Noah's Rise Bundle (Books I-III): A Billionaire Romance Series
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Noah looked puzzled. “You two got all of that from the books huh?”
Emily lightly slapped Noah on his arm “Like I told you, reading can be a lot of fun, like that book in the same genre we spoke about that has the two couples with similar lives to you and I, and Jen and Jackson. Medieval Tyrant. It just got published, I swear you're a lot like Victer in the book. That book is a faster read and has a lot of hidden things, with lots of... Wow. I just remembered another similarity between that book and us.” She looked at them both and then right at Noah “Victer and Noah both say 'Fuckin A'.”
Jen looked up and to the right. “I totally forgot about that. Victer, I mean Noah, you are Victer in Medieval Tyrant. You have no idea how much alike you are.”
Noah shook his head. “I'm more like Sterling Archer from Archer. You two ever seen that? He's more of a ladies man, I'm sure more than this Victer is.”
Emily shook her head, then grimaced. “We're talking about characters in books and you're talking about a damned secret agent cartoon character that gets laid a lot. Jen and I have seen a few seasons of Archer on cable.”
Noah made an exaggerated, almost joking smile.
He turned to Jen “Where's Jackson?”
“Finishing up in the bathroom, then he'll be right down. What episode were you two just watching?”
“The one with the zombie attack, like that Brad Pitt movie World War Z.” Noah answered.
Emily nodded her head. “You know, Jen and I said the same thing. They were the same in the show to Pitt's movie, that scene with the thousands going over that mountain seemed real familiar, right?”
Jackson's voice boomed from behind, “No Way Noah, now you're watching Game of Thrones on your own?”
“Yeah, this shit is all your fault, but I do thank you for it. I admit the show is one of the best ever. Em loves it too.”
Jackson and Jen looked into each other's eyes as Jackson plopped down to her left. “Let's have a marathon this weekend. We're still stuck in this damned place, might as well right?”
Noah squeezed Emily's leg. She squealed and slapped him on his arm. “I'll watch them all with you guys.” She said.
Jackson looked at Noah “Hey bro, let's watch the last episode of the season again. The one where Stannis loses to Bolton at Winterfel. Jen and I debated about what that Reek and Sansa jumped off the wall into. I want to see if there's a hint, they could start the next show as cripples.”
Jen laughed “Like I said, they jumped too confidently. I bet they went into a huge haystack with snow on top. They're both fine.”
Emily turned her head, looked at Jen and smacked Noah's right hand just as it looked like he was going to try to squeeze her thigh again. She looked Noah in his eyes, “Touch me and pull back a stump.” She then smiled and kissed him on the nose.
The two girls smiled as they exchanged a glance. “Hey Jen, Noah was telling me why he likes to fight. Listen to this, he said when he was a kid of nine, he asked his father what he should do if a bully asked him for his lunch money.” Emily looked at Noah. “Tell her what he told you to say.” Emily grabbed Noah's thigh and squeezed as she stared in his face. He didn't flinch and smiled as she tried with all of her strength.
Nothing phased Noah. He looked to Jen and Jackson “My Dad said 'Tell him you left it on his mother's ass as a tip.' I've been fighting ever since, and... I love it.”
Jen covered her eyes with her right hand as she laughed with Emily, and Jackson just shook his head.
“That's not funny to you? Jen asked Jackson, who was the only one not laughing.
“It is, I've heard the story since we were fourteen. It kind of gets old, you know?”
Emily rubbed the same thigh of Noah's that she tried to squeeze. “My Hulk here is all brawn, no brains. Just the way I like my men.”
Noah looked surprised “Excuse me b?”
“It's a joke, not a dick, don't take it so hard.” Emily said.
That made Jackson laugh. “You two really are a lot alike.”
Emily said “What Noah fails to understand though, is a woman's pussy has an on and off switch, and it's directly connected to what comes out of Noah's mouth.” Emily laughed.
Noah breathed out hard and said “Blah, blah, blah. All I want to know is are we going to wild upstairs again tonight, it's still early?” He looked at Emily, waiting for her to answer.
She smirked “I heard that your IQ results came back negative.” Noah made a face that looked a cross between confused and offended.
She said “How easily someone gets offended is completely proportional to how stupid they are.”
There was a slight tension building up in the room. Jen's eyes lit up as her eyebrows raised. Emily knew that look, Jen had always hated confrontation. Em had to make light of it all and take things down a notch.
She looked at Noah, who started to look a little pissed. “Listen, my muscle man. I'm not like Jen and Jackson, our two good friends here. I don't need romance, poems, sonnets, soft music and the rest. She leaned into Noah and whispered so only he could hear, “I want you to smack my ass, pull my hair and take me. Does that answer your question?” She pulled back to see the reaction on his face. It was what she expected.
Noah's face ignited as he licked his lips, then looked at her tits like a starving animal. “Like I said earlier. Fuckin A”
Emily stood up, waved to Jen and Jackson “Don't wait up for us.” To which Noah followed her “We'll leave the two of you to watch Game of Thrones while we get busy.”
Jackson
The couple walked out. Jen snuggled against Jackson's chest. “Oh, do me a favor and remind me to tell Noah about this video channel I told you about on YouTube called Emergency Awesome. You would like him too. He explains a lot for fans of Game of Thrones.” Jen said.
“You know what I'm real interested in trying? That fantasy that you said was called 'Slow Masturbation' from that book The Joy of Sex. That's something I'd go for.” She was nodding.
“What do you think? We'll combine it with Dragon from Medieval Tyrant and spend hours playing upstairs. I think I can handle it.”
She looked into his eyes. “I love you, Jackson. Everything is going to be alright in the end if we can be together. Even if it’s in a cardboard box on the street, I'd live anywhere, under any conditions just to be with you.”
Later that night/morning
It was a little past 3am, and the light in Noah's suite went off an hour earlier. He had an adventure filled night with Emily.
Jackson had taken a trip to the kitchen for a snack. He and Jen had a passionate night filled with rope, duct tape, a paddle and lots of begging. All around, there was a sense of peace in the house. The kind of peace that comes in the wake of explosive orgasms.
As he lay in bed, Jackson thought about how life was so uncertain and strange. He realized that anyone can face tragedy, lose parents, have fires, and still meet the love of their life and see a future again. Not worrying about the troubles of the day, month, or year, he could actually see his place in the world and knew everything was going to be OK. That's how Jackson put his life into perspective. There was hope, looking past the worries and tragedy of this summer.
Jen just about drifted off to sleep after her fourth orgasm in the past few hours. Jackson put the lamp on and quietly got up to go to the bathroom. As he walked in the bathroom, He heard a loud noise at the door, their bedroom door was kicked in. What the fuck! Jen woke and screamed as Jackson froze in the bathroom looking out of the slightly ajar door, He saw a masked man pointing a gun at Jen.
He froze for a few seconds as the man said “Where is he bitch? Don't move an inch.” The intruder looked about the room. Jackson looked around for a weapon in a panic, but there was nothing. He did have a pistol in the top drawer of the table next to the bed, but there was no way he could get to it. He and Jen were fucked. What if Noah and Emily were already dead?
The man yelled “Where is he?” Fearing for Jen's safety, Jackson
came out of the bathroom with his hands in the air “Don't hurt her, please. It's me you want.”
“That's very honorable of you, but Sorry...no witnesses.”
Jackson's heart pounded like never before, as he moved in front of Jen to protect her, his forehead felt wet from sweat. He put his right arm and palm up. “Please, don't hurt her.”
As he said that, Noah could be seen behind the assailant, and with his right fist, he hit the intruder in the head with such force that he fell right to the ground.
Jen cried into the pillow and as Jackson went over to hold her, he looked at Noah who was searching the assailant on the ground, he hit the intruder again, then took the gun out from his hand. Emily snuck by the doorway, “Is everything... holy shit.”
She flipped the switch for the big light at the door “There might be more of them.” Jackson let Jen go, and reached into his draw to take out a Glock 19. He always kept a round chamber too.
Noah said, “Hand me the Glock, I'm hunting the house in case this prick has friends. You cover this asshole with his .45. Fucker would’ve done some damage had he shot it.” Noah kicked the unconscious man in his stomach.
“He doesn't have any more weapons on him.” Noah looked at Emily, “Em... call the cops, and in my room on the dresser is a business card for an Agent Barbrent of the FBI. Call him and tell him what happened.”
Noah handed Jackson the .45 and took the Glock. Emily looked at the man on the floor “I'll walk out with you.” She said to Noah as she followed him into the hall.
“I think I pissed myself” Jen said as she cried while hugging the pillow. Jackson sat on the edge of the bed with the pistol pointed at the assailant.
It was all quiet in the room as Noah searched the house. Jackson looked at Jen “Did we need another challenge in this life? You never know what's going to happen.”
“I love you. Do you think your little brother hired him too?” Jen asked
He shook his head “According to the FBI, he and the current Chairman of the Board are about to take one way trips to Alcatraz.”
“Alcatraz isn't a prison anymore, they closed it decades ago. I visited years ago on a trip to San Francisco.”
“You know what I mean. Shh, I want to hear what's going on in the house.”
After another few minutes, Noah and Emily came back into the room.
“No one else is in the house.” Noah reassured them.
As the assailant moaned and moved, he then put his hand to his head and was about to get up when Jackson said “Stay right there or I'm going to shoot.”
The assassin froze, and said “Tough big strong man with a gun. Without that gun I'd fuck you all up.”
“That's it, Motherfucker. Don't threaten me with a good time.” Noah said as he handed the pistol to Emily. “Get the fuck up tough guy.”
Jackson was more than surprised. “What are you doing?” He asked Noah.
“What I need to”, Noah smiled. “I told you I needed to fuck someone up.”
Emily assured Noah “Don't worry about me, I'm good with pistols.” As she said that, the assailant stood up and faced Noah.
“It's on” Noah let loose one punch that connected in a flash to the assailants face. He was just too fast and powerful for the killer. The masked man went flying back and hit the wall, going right down to the ground like he was made of jelly.
Police lights could be seen outside.
Noah said “Now that's how it's done. That fucker's nose is broke, what a light weight. Everyone's a tough guy with a gun. He's lucky the cops are here, or I'd throw him a vicious beating.” He walked over to the masked man, who was out cold. Noah kicked him in his stomach again, and bent down landing one more punch to the man's unconscious face.
Emily looked at him and smiled “Our hero.” Noah looked at Emily who wore just a t-shirt. “Damn this made me horny. Let's go, we better let the cops in.”
Jen
Hours Later
Jen said “I thought that was going to take until noon. What is it, like 9 am?” Not sleeping all night, even as pumped on adrenaline as they were, took its toll. They were all at that over-tired stage, where Jen's skin felt like it was crawling, her eyes burned a little and she needed to take her contact lenses out. She had put them in as the cops were let in over six hours earlier, and they hadn’t disinfected for long enough, leaving a burning sensation in both of her eyes. What she really needed was to sleep for about two days. The stress of this morning's terror, coupled with the sleepless nights of ecstasy over the past few weeks took its toll on her body. It was shutting down on her.
Agent Barbrent said “You young folks all need a good night’s rest. He looked at Noah. “You young man deserve a medal. I'm sure the media is going to love you.” Noah only shook his head.
The agent turned to Jackson. “Your private security now has ten men guarding the place, and we'll have a couple of agents here as well until this evening.”
Jackson nodded “Now that my father's murderers are going to go down, can we announce to the world that Noah and I are alive?” He asked Agent Barbrent.
“That you can. Shame about your brother Brent, Only 20 years old and he could be locked up until he's in his 80s. His life is over.”
“How can he want to kill his own father for money, and then try to kill you both as well? It's inhuman.” Jen said.
Agent Barbrent said “Money makes people do strange things.” The Agent looked at Jackson again “The day after your father is shot, the last thing you want to do is email some prostitute saying that you just came into a small fortune and want to celebrate.”
Noah shook his head “What an idiot. Had you guys not arranged the accident on the boat to help us disappear, we could be dead too. Going along with faking our deaths was a great idea to get the rats out of their holes.”
Jen hugged Jackson, as Emily grabbed Noah. Just then, two news vans pulled up outside as a crowd started to congregate. ABC News and CBS. Jackson looked outside the front door and saw the first cameraman already filming. A crowd of neighbors was forming too.
“Damned media, there's no hiding from them. This will be in every paper and newscast for a week.”
“Maybe we can talk to them to get some privacy.” Jen suggested.
Em looked at Noah, Jackson and then Jen “Jackson is a bona fide multi-billionaire. There are paparazzi and other media rats that would give an arm to photograph him and tell this story. My muscle-man here is going to be on the cover of Time and even the Wall Street Journal for saving us all.”
Noah's eyebrows knotted together, he looked pissed. “We need to make that move out of New York soon, I'm tired of Jackson's publicity, now imagine how fucked up this is going to get real soon?”
Jackson said “On a lighter note since we do need one, I want to make an announcement, everyone here is invited to our wedding. We really don't have much control over our lives, but what we can control is living life to the fullest while we can. If this summer has taught me anything, it's that life is meant to be lived now. Not for tomorrow.” He held Jen and smelled her hair.
Jackson looked at the two FBI agents and said “Meet my soon-to-be-wife Jennifer...” Jackson's voice trailed off as he looked surprised and embarrassed. He didn't know her last name. The FBI man looked at him, as did Noah and Emily.
Noah said “That's not a good sign, to not know her last name” he laughed, causing Emily to smack him on his arm.
Jackson kissed Jen on her cheek. “Well, as we've said. We're madly in love and only need to fill in the blanks. We've been through a lot together, since we were young. Right Jen?”
Jackson got down on his right knee, took Jen's hand and said “Will you be my wife and make me the happiest man in the world?”
Jen nodded yes, with tear-filled eyes.
Emily said “You guys know this would all make a great book. Life is stranger than fiction as they say.”
Jen hugged Jackson and looked at Noah and Emily with tears rolling down her
cheeks “As Noah and his alter ego Victer from that book would both say, “Fuckin A.”
Table of Contents
PH Chapter 1 Jen
PH Chapter 2 Noah
PH Chapter 3 Emily
PH Chapter 4 Jackson
PH Chapter 5 Jen
PH Chapter 6 Noah
PH Chapter 7 Jen
PH Chapter 8 Noah
PH Chapter 9 Emily
PH Chapter 10 Jen
PH Chapter 11 Emily
PH Chapter 12 Jackson
PH Chapter 13 Jen
PH Chapter 14 Noah
PH Chapter 15 Emily
PH Chapter 16 Jackson
PH Chapter 17 Noah
Jen
“A woman dropped a 20 dollar bill next to me. I thought “What would Jesus do?” So I turned it into wine...well, I bought wine..” Jen read from her cell phone while scrolling through one of her favorite Twitter pages, @fuzzlime. It's the kind of page that made her laugh hard from its funny, sassy and hilarious posts, as well as the comments from people all over the world. The page was always good for a laugh or diversion.
For the first time since she was seven years old, Jen was ecstatic that Christmas was coming up. She and Jackson were laying on their bed, she stopped scrolling through twitter to listen to his brief conversation with Agent Barbent of the F.B.I. Jen was eager to find out what her husband just learned as Jackson's conversation ended. There's only so much you can get from listening to one side of a conversation.
After the call ended, Jackson reached over to put his phone down on his night table to his left. Jen turned her head to look his way, her legs still felt a little tingly and her whole body had already cooled down after one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She was surprised Jackson even answered the phone after cumming not even a minute prior to his phone ringing.