by M. P. Lodi
Joshua willed himself not to laugh. He almost looked ashamed at how much he had laughed and avoided eye contact with Em as he and Caesar both left.
From the hall, Emily could hear Caesar ask “What the fuck... American Beauty, you see that shit?” The outside door closed so Emily couldn't hear Joshua's response.
The door suddenly opened back up, and Joshua yelled from the stairs, “We're bringing back some beer. Is everyone sure they don't want anything other than Budweiser?”
“Yeah... get me a six pack of Coors,” Noah shouted back before they finally left.
Charlotte walked over to the big sofa that was now empty and put her Coke on the table. Noah, with arms still crossed in front of him, looked at Emily. He had been standing like that ever since he entered the room. He was the type of man who liked to listen a lot more than talk. Emily had realized that right after they first met back in New York.
He faced Emily and said, “Honey, we are long overdue for our chat about... you know, the biceps.” He flexed them both, causing her to blush.
That had been Noah and Emily's code word for making love since the day they met at Jackson's Estate in South Hampton during the summer.
Emily was excited and horny. She got up off of the loveseat and waved to Charlotte and Jacob. She gave Jacob a sympathetic nod and smirk, then left the room to follow her man, who had turned and walked out.
“Have fun,” Charlotte said.
Before they got there, Noah said, “I'll meet you in there, I need to clean up. I'll be there in less than two minutes.” He waved for Emily to go to their room. He went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Emily walked through that first bedroom, then the second and finally into the one that she and Noah shared. She lay on the bed, waiting for Noah to come in. After a minute and a half, she heard the toilet flush and the pipes above fill with water. All of the pipes for the house ran over in their room.
Noah walked in. “This damned old plumbing sucks ass. You notice you have to run the water for like ten seconds before it goes from brown to white?”
“Well...maybe from brown to off-white.” She smiled and watched as Noah locked the bedroom door. He turned back around, while flinging his shirt to the floor. Those muscles of his were heavenly to look at. His chest alone could get Emily wet just by glancing at it. Looking at his arms, chest and face combined, she would be ready for sex any way and anytime Noah wanted. He took his pants and underwear off, standing naked in front of her. Emily stared at his body, and now growing cock.
He crawled up on the bed like a tiger or panther from the bottom of the bed, licking his lips as he watched her every move. She was all smiles, and requested, “I want to talk for a few minutes, please.” The hungry animal kept creeping closer and then laid next to her with one arm propping his head up.
“What would you like to talk about?” Noah asked, puckering his lips and making a kissing sound. The hunk of a man lying next to her was such a sight. Everyone should be so lucky to have such eye candy. He's the type of man that can make you smile just by looking at his body. That was once you got past his facade, the little fake front he put up to the world showing some kind of attitude. Emily had to admit to herself that he was the best catch ever. She always did love the bad boys.
From the moment she met Noah and joked about feeling his 'muscle', she knew she would have him all to herself. He was such an amazing man that she would risk even her own life to keep him. And now she did. Just being with him and his crazy ass crew was a risk. She fully expected the police to bust down the door at any time, day or night. Believing this, she realized they had to make the most of every precious second. That had to be why he was now the improved Noah that she'd come to admire and adore even more than before the incident in Texas. As he said, 'live life to the fullest, you never know what's going to happen next'. He sounded exactly like her best friend Jen.
She looked at into his eyes. “I just want to tell you how much I love you. I'm extremely happy that you've given up on those steroids and you're really making an effort for us. It means a lot to me.” She put her left hand on his chest, feeling his muscles and smiling. She worked her hand down his body to his washboard stomach.
Noah's left eyebrow went up as he glanced at her chest, then back to her eyes. “Thank you.” Nothing else came out of his mouth as he seemed to be focused back on her cleavage.
She watched his eyes focusing on her chest, then focus back on her face with that infectious smile that all but melted her. He was a sex-starved hulk of a man, and he was all hers.
“I just wish we could live a normal life in some ways. That seems to be all but impossible now, considering where we are, and what you've done and are doing.”
Noah sighed. His right hand moved to her breast and he gently squeezed. “We'll never have that white picket fence, dog and kids, if that's what you mean.”
“Thank God, I never wanted kids. Or a dog, as you know.” She looked at his chest and the right arm holding up his head. He flexed his muscle purposely. He tightened his stomach muscles and she could feel the hardness instantly. The man had a low 9% body fat ratio. What a showoff.
She looked contemplative. “I wonder what the future holds for us then. For our own romance, and love. I mean there are dead bodies floating in the Hudson, mobsters that your people killed, or are killing, all over the city and country. All the while, with my help and the rest of the team, you are giving away millions of dollars in cash with your calling card for that 'AWRA' in the envelopes. It's a shame you couldn't change that to Noah Hood like the media calls you. The AWRA name seems a bit ominous to some who aren't up on all of the supposed conspiracy things going on.”
“What do you mean supposed? As far as bodies and the name Noah Hood, tell me something I don't know... Great powers of observation,” he said sarcastically. He was looking at her breasts again, then her lips.
He seemed a bit irate with her. The last thing in the world she wanted to do was upset him. Not now, not with her panties getting all wet. Soaked would be a better word for them. She was stupid to say anything like that to begin with.
“As they say, if you want to make an omelet, you have to break some eggs. No one cares about drug dealers and mobsters. We could kill them all ourselves, and people all over America would cheer. The cops would still be after us, but that's life. At the moment they're cheering us on too.”
“You use that saying about the omelet far too often,” she said.
“What?” He looked like he might be a little pissed off. She distracted him from staring at her breasts again and saw a flash of anger as he looked back into her eyes. But it didn’t last long. It was almost as if, when he looked into her eyes, he could feel her love for him. That tamed his wild side and the hyper-emotions that he sometimes had.
“Nothing. Sorry,” she apologized.
He brought his hand to her neck, and with his thumb, rubbed by her ear. “I don't know where we'll be from one day to the next. All I can promise you is that I'm here for you in every way, shape or form. We can do so much good for people while we're on the run, and we already have, as you're seeing. We've changed people's lives. Did you know we have that Blessed Sacrament Church, the one past Fulton Street, taking care of over 1000 homeless people? We're the biggest contributor to their charities now. All cash too. Great way to do good for the community, don't you think?”
Emily licked her lips, watching his face as she observed his every little gesture. Every line and every blink. “What would you do if the police surrounded this place?”
She so wanted to get in his pants right then and there, but still asked the question, immediately regretting it. What the hell was she thinking? She needed to focus on sex and stop talking about police and dead mobsters. She knew she needed to shut up about events and possibilities if she was to get any sexual relief.
Noah pursed his lips, and gave her his cocky look with one eyebrow raised. “If they came here – and surrounded us as you say – and t
here was no way out, well... first we'd send you out to surrender and I'd say I held you against your will. Tell them I kept you tied up and gagged, which is pretty much true when we have sex. Just omit the part about you asking me to do it and our little safe word. That will protect you and let you return to a normal life. You know your friend Jen will take care of you back in Texas.”
He thought about it for a few seconds and continued, “Then it'll be like Blaze of Glory from Bon Jovi.” He cleared his throat and started singing “I'm going dooooown, in a blaaaaaze of glory...”
Emily shook her head as he sung. “Please don't sing. Keep your day job of robbing and killing drug dealers then giving to the poor,” she interrupted him.
“I remember you had me and Jen cringing the last time you sang that song. Remember? Back in Frisco at Jackson and Jen's place?” Em asked.
“How could I forget? That's when we first heard that those mobster hitmen would be coming at us again. We took care of that nimrod piece of dog shit. You said you were glad we did, right?” Noah asked.
She licked her lips again, a worried look on her face as she nodded a yes. He seemed rather sympathetic towards her feelings lately. She knew if she could just get him off of those steroids, he would be the man she knew he could be. If only he had listened to her before the incident in Texas. Right now they would be living the good life down in Dallas with their good friends the Russos. Why can't life just work out the way you want and dream? She knew these worries and thoughts were showing on her face. Damn – she had to stop already.
He put his hand to her chin, gently turning her to face him. “Tell me hon – what's wrong?”
She did a quick double-take and closed her eyes for a couple of seconds before opening them to look deep into his eyes. He said that as if everything was normal. As if he had just returned home from the office.
“Are you serious? What's wrong? I read one story linked from the Drudge Report that said I was the Bonnie to your Clyde. The FBI has charges on me now. They think I was the female with you when you and Charlotte were seen in the distance on that surveillance video during one of the raids where you stole from some drug dealers.”
He looked sad, licked his own lips and brought his hand to cup her right breast. Why did she have to open her mouth again? But too much was going on, too much keeping her awake at night –, worried – to not blurt things out. She knew she needed to shut up, at least until she got laid. Instead of shutting up though, she found herself continuing. “I'm wanted now for murder. I’ve never even hurt a fly in my life.”
He looked at her with a serious expression and said “So am I. No one's perfect.” She saw that he was trying to make light of the situation as usual, then he gently squeezed her breast again.
“Like that's any consolation.” The ridiculousness of his comment hit her and made her laugh. It was a partially sad laugh though, and she knew her eyes showed it.
Noah moved over to get on top of her, placing his massive arms on either side of her head and his legs on either side of her body to keep his weight off of her. She lay there looking into his eyes. A million thoughts seemed to go through her mind at once. He was so handsome, and it was such a pleasure to look at every muscle and feature on his body. She felt his hard cock rub against her pussy over her panties. That certainly focused her thoughts a little. She felt her nipples getting hard, rubbing against the blouse that she still had on.
She ran her fingers through his hair. “If I scream, everyone's going to come to help. They'll bust down the door to save me.”
Noah's eyes twinkled as he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them together above her head with his left hand. Then he lifted her blouse above her breasts. She struggled a little to test his strength, grunted and then warned, “I'm serious... I'm going to scream if... mmff.”
He interrupted her, clamping his right hand over her mouth, firmly pinning her head to the bed. He rubbed against her with his hard cock, and all of her thoughts were now on him. A sweet diversion from all of her worries was finally achieved. She struggled to get free, enjoying the feel of his powerful hand holding her wrists together. She tried to move her head as he kept rubbing himself against her, but couldn't budge at all.
Looking into his eyes again, she realized that she wouldn't bother closing them as she often did, dreaming of her faceless muscled man taking her. Noah was her fantasy man. She didn't need anything or anyone else in the world. He was her fantasy lover, the one who took no shit from anyone and was there for her in anything that was needed. Her knight in Shining armor. Her Noah Hood who women around the country were now fantasizing about as social media exploded and his fame grew.
He and his magnificent body, they were all hers. She fought to get free and tried to scream, but only an ‘mmff’ sound could be heard. She was in her own personal heaven. All he had to do now was take her panties off and fuck her silly.
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Later that night, as morning approached, Emily nudged Noah. He awoke in the middle of a nightmare, which was unusual for him. They had gone to sleep hours earlier after incredible, stress-relieving orgasms for the both of them. She had two and he only one. Since they left Texas, he had become the kind of lover that women dream of. Attentive to her needs and pleasing her first before taking his own pleasure as she struggled beneath him.
Now, he was woken up by his love lying next to him. He looked glad she woke him. The sight of her and more familiar surroundings calmed him down. He looked slightly disoriented at first, but Emily's face calmed him down.
The surroundings were their bedroom in the hideout at 143 Pine Street in Brooklyn. Not exactly luxurious comfort, but still better than a nightmare. They could be far too real for him.
Emily could tell he had had a bad time sleeping. He wiped some sweat off of his forehead as Emily said, “You were snoring real loud and tossing, turning and yelling 'no' in your sleep. You yelled 'No...Don't open fire, do not open fire!’.”
Noah sat up, propping himself up with a few pillows behind him. Emily did the same.
Noah was worried; she could see it on his face. He was usually calm and cool under most any circumstances. Those recent bouts with steroids had been the only instances where he lost his cool, where his anger had taken over and he did or said things that he shouldn't have.
Emily kissed him on his left cheek, and sat up with him, putting her left hand on his head and rubbing it. “You want to tell me about it?”
Noah took in a deep breath and let it out. Freezing rain battered the small basement window opposite the bed. It was one of those one foot tall windows that were too small for an adult to crawl out of. The force of the rain battered it.
“I need to get back to sleep. This is perfect sleep weather and I don't have to be up until at least nine.”
Emily leaned closer, felt his chest muscles with her right hand and breathed in Noah's scent from his neck. “Did you think about what we talked about?”
Noah exhaled noisily. “That's what the nightmare was about. You're right. So are Charlotte and the others. This past week has the media and all of the people on our side. Like you said, we're modern day Robin Hoods, stealing from the rich drug dealers and giving to the poor. We can't do the Westbranch funeral. We'll be hunted as terrorists just like you said. I was blinded by the moment and my own stupidity. Thank you for smartening me up.”
Emily pulled her head back. “I'm glad you came to the right and logical conclusion. Tell me about the nightmare.”
“It was so vivid. Like I was there, but wasn't even in the scene. I was watching the action take place. I screamed to Charlotte and Joshua to stop, but they didn't listen. None of the men did. At first, I thought I was on a cell phone yelling for them to stop, but then in the dream they were on their own cell phones on a rooftop in their sniper positions. The Feds were recording it all to later play to the public.”
Noah reached to the table on his left. The bed was a small twin sized one, not even half the width of their old Gra
nd King monstrosity back in Texas. They could have both gotten lost in that one. He grabbed the tissue box and took one out. After blowing his nose, he wadded up the tissue, keeping it in his left hand.
“Listen to this... I was in Charlotte's head somehow in the dream. They were on the roof of a small building just two blocks away from the funeral home. Charlotte and Joshua looked into their scopes. Charlotte's M24 had the leader of the Westbranch Baptist nuts dead center. She could take him out at anytime. The funeral had just begun, and the family of the soldier was arriving at the parlor. Those disrespectful nutcases from the fake church were lined up outside about thirty feet away from the entrance behind a line of police. There had to be forty cops there.
“Mike was in the crowd of onlookers a few feet from the protesters, with his nice orange baseball cap on. That way we wouldn't shoot him by accident. He had one the throw-away cell phones so we could hear what was going on down there. As the widow of the soldier left the limo, followed by her children, the church cockroaches began chanting. ‘Your father was a faggot; your father's going to hell.’ They repeated that three times as Charlotte and Joshua listened to the phone on speaker between them. Then they both heard Mike say, ‘The little boy is crying. The soldier’s daughter is too, and the mother's picking her up to shield her face from the Westbranch members’. Charlotte briefly focused on the children and saw them in tears as they walked into the parlor to pay respects to their father. Other family members and friends were also starting to go in. There were cameras from ABC and CBS, as well as CNN and some Russian.
“Charlotte was trying to hold back tears. She was sure Joshua heard her struggling. She briefly looked away from the target area and to the right of him. He seemed a little teary too. They were both teared up with rage at how these fuckers could dare to do this to an honorable family. Neither of them could understand how they could do this to children.