“A deep-seated ache and lots of nausea.”
Skye looked at the beautiful woman. Even in her pain, she was so serene. “I’ve never been pregnant, so I don’t know.” She would never be pregnant. Ever. “But, it doesn’t sound right.”
Cady shook her head. “Neither have I, but I’m afraid and I want to be sure.”
They drove into Kerrville and Skye escorted her into the gynecologist office where he promptly sent her to the hospital for some tests. Skye debated whether to call Joseph herself, but she decided to honor Cady’s wishes unless she found out something was wrong. Pregnant women had nausea and aches and pains, she knew that.
To pass the time, she found a pen and an envelope and made notes for her paper. She was writing on a topic that she knew something about, the plight of women in prison. So many were neglected, forgotten and fell victim to rape and abuse; just lately she’d heard of a young girl who had been sentenced to one year behind bars for drug use. She was raped by a prison guard and then when she reported him, she was put in solitary confinement for inciting trouble. The circumstances she described were so close to what Skye had experienced, it was haunting.
“Skye, I’m ready.”
She jumped up. Cady stood there, dressed, with a blank look on her face. “What did the doctor say?”
“He tested for ectopic pregnancy, but I knew that wasn’t the problem. He also checked me for preeclampsia, and a placental abruption. All clear.” Cady smiled. “He did say I had a urinary tract infection and he gave me a prescription.” She waved a small piece of paper in her hand.
Folding the envelope with her notes on it, she put it in her pocket. Standing up, she took Cady by the arm and started to the parking garage. People gave them strange looks, probably because Skye was still bandaged up like a small zombie. “Are you satisfied with the diagnosis?”
“Not entirely, but I will be extra cautious and get more help if I feel any more discomfort.” She stepped through the door that Skye held. “By the looks of you, I should be helping you to the car. You look like—”
“Ha! Like I’ve been run over by a large vehicle—duh!” They both laughed. When they were in the car, it hit Skye that she hadn’t brought her phone. Uh-oh. Noah wasn’t going to be happy. Oh well, she wasn’t used to anyone keeping close tabs on her. “Anywhere else you need to go before we head back to Tebow?”
Cady gave her a sly glance. “We’ve been gone for hours. How about a chocolate milk shake?”
“You got it. Where does everyone think you are?”
Cady looked guilty. “Christmas shopping. Maybe we ought to at least drive by the mall?”
Skye sighed. “Protecting a man by not telling him the whole truth - been there done that. The things we do for love.”
By the time she got home, it was late and she was tired. There was a message from Noah on her phone, he was worried. So she texted him back and told him she’d been to town and that’s she was waiting for him—in bed.
***
Clatter. Clatter. Clatter.
Skye rolled over and covered up her head.
Clatter. Clatter. Clatter.
She opened her eyes. What in the world? Oh, God. Noah was coming. She hadn’t intended to fall asleep.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Something was hitting her window. Getting up, she eased over, having no idea what she’d see. Pulling back the curtain, more of whatever it was hit the glass. She jumped a little bit. Unsure of what she’d see, Skye peered down….and smiled, letting out a huge breath of relief. She raised the window and looked down. “Noah, you’re here! What are you chunking at me?”
The moon was bright enough that she could see him quite clearly. The man was a god, no doubt about it.
“Pebbles, Princess. I’m staking my claim. See?” He pointed behind him and she saw a pile of pebbles so big only a wheelbarrow could have brought them.
“Noah?”
He looked at her expectantly. “Have I made myself clear? Do you understand me, Skye Blue? Just like the Choctaw warriors so long ago, I’m declaring my honorable intentions.”
Skye closed her eyes. She prayed for strength. “I’m coming down after you. Don’t go anywhere.”
“A Texas tornado couldn’t drive me away.” She heard him answer. Running down the stairs, she threw open the door and he was right there, so she just launched herself in his arms.
“I’ve got you.” He caught her to him.
“I’m so glad you’re here. I missed you so much.”
He framed her face, kissing her over and over again, backing her back into the house. “Why didn’t you answer the phone? Don’t you know I worry?”
“I went to town with Cady, I didn’t take my phone.” Walking a fine line, she told him the truth without betraying her friend’s trust.
“You need to keep it with you, just in case you need me to come rescue you.” She had the sexiest scent, sweet warm woman. It always made him feel like a buck in rutting season. “I hope I didn’t upset you with my romantic gesture.” He teased sucking on the soft flesh of her neck. “I’m trying to mark my territory.”
“Noah, we need to talk…”
Talk. No. He wasn’t ready for her to tell him he had no chance. Putting his finger over her lips, he stopped her from speaking. “I don’t want you to answer me right now. I want you to think about it. I want you to be sure. Okay?”
Think? “I don’t want to think.” Skye bit her lower lip and leaned back, looking Noah up and down like she was sizing him up for a meal. With a sexy little purr, she started tearing at his clothes. He bent to kiss her and she met him halfway, her mouth open, hot and devouring. “I just want you.” Avaricious and insatiable, Skye clung to him, kissing him as if she’d never been kissed before. It was absolutely the most erotic thing he could imagine.
“You did miss me.” He chuckled. “One might think you’re starving for me.”
What she didn’t know was that he was the starving one, and the hunger he had for her was going to last a lifetime. Sweeping one hand down her back, he cupped her luscious backside. “God, I love to touch you.” Next to him, she was so tiny, so feminine.
“Take me to bed.” Skye panted. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nuzzled his throat and kissed his jaw.
“Coming home to you is heaven.” Noah swept her up, kissing her again, slowing himself down, taking time to explore. He licked the seam of her lips, and when she moaned, he slipped inside, mating with her velvety tongue. “I couldn’t wait to get here. I thought about you all day.” Noah’s sex pulsed with need. He was turned on beyond belief. Lifting her, he walked up the stairs to the bed, then dropped with her to the mattress. Facing her, he slipped his hands under her gown and cupped her round, perfect breasts. They were soft and firm and her hard nipples burned the skin of his palms. “You make me absolutely fuckin’ crazy. I can’t get enough of you.” Pushing his hands upward, he skimmed the gown over her head. He needed her naked, that delectable little body bare for his viewing pleasure.
Arching her back, Skye scooted closer, putting one thigh over his. Noah helped her, curving his hand over her round, pattable bottom, cuddling her closer. She bucked into his body, grinding her feminine heat against his pelvis in a mesmerizing, voluptuous sway. “Noah, I wish…”
Rubbing his thumb across her cheekbone, he stared into her eyes. “Princess, I will make it my life’s mission to grant all of your wishes. But right now, just for fun, I grant you three.”
Skye opened her mouth and didn’t close it. Had she heard him right? “You want to give me stuff?” She wanted to melt in a big puddle of mush.
God, she was cute. He kissed her while her mouth was still open in shock, chuckling against her lips. He gave her a ticklish kiss, at first. Then he slowed down, softened the pressure, seducing her, making her awa
re how very much he adored her. Languorously they kissed, deep, sultry, until his mouth was suddenly hot and hungry. Rolling over, he carried her with him, staring up in her face which was flushed with passion. “What kind of stuff would you have me give you? Pearls, diamonds, gold? Just tell me, it’s yours.”
Skye shook her head. “I don’t want material gifts.” She took one finger and traced his brow, the perfect slope of his nose, the outline of his lips. “I want…” She pressed her breasts to his chest, her heartbeat mimicking the steady hammering of his own. “I want you to ravish me.” Her small hands clutched his shirt and ripped it asunder, the snaps popping open in quick succession. Never had he been hit so hard by uncontrollable lust. Noah shook as she helped him disrobe, her impatience every bit as overwhelming as his own.
“First wish, one ravishment coming up.” He touched her between the legs. She was so hot, it seemed her skin would scorch him. “How do you want me?”
Jesus, how she loved him. She leaned in to kiss him. “Anyway I can get you.”
Noah let his hands clasp hers where they rested on his abs, her delicate fingers warm. He watched her seduce him with a knowing smile, moving down until his shaft fit perfectly into the juncture between her thighs, slick, wet and ready just for him. Noah was dying for her. “Take me.”
With the look of a siren on her face, she raised up enough to take him in hand and guide his cock to the snug, wet entrance of her heated sex. With agonizing slowness, she impaled herself on him. The slick dampness of her sheathe coated his cock as he pushed into her. “Only you,” she whispered. “I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”
“Come down here.” He met her halfway, propping himself up. Weaving the fingers of one hand into her hair, he anchored her in place as his lips and tongue mated with hers.
Skye didn’t just take, she gave. Her fingers bit into his shoulders, tight, and a desperate little whimper came from her lips as she pressed a string of kisses down his chest. “Tell me this is real, Noah.”
He had to grit his teeth from the rapture as she began to ride him, her sweet pussy sliding up and down his cock. “It’s real. Skye, my Skye.” Noah steadied her, half lifting, guiding. He pushed deeper inside of her, wanting all of her he could get. Before he was ready, the muscles of his body tensed and he began to quake in brilliant spasms as the pleasure burned through him. His dick pulsed, throbbing with release as she milked him, her pussy holding on to him, drawing every last drop into herself. Unwilling to take his satisfaction alone, he curled his fingers around one taut breast, bringing it to his lips, covering the peak and sucking it inside of his mouth.
“I’ve waited for you my whole life, Noah.” Like a goddess, she lifted her arms over her head, holding her hair up as she rode up and down on his pole. With graceful erotic movements, she rose up until just the crest of his dick was left inside of her, then glided back down until they were fully joined. He let his hands rove over her body. There were so many beautiful places to touch. Breasts, thighs, small waist, flared hips—she was magnificent, and all his. Hell, no wonder he was still hard.
“Do you know how sexy you are?” he whispered as she rocked on him. Wanting to please her more than life, he watched her face as he stroked the hard little pearl of her clit.
“Noah!” she cried out as she started bucking on top of him. He bent his knees, determined to give her exactly what she needed. Holding her up, just enough, he fucked her with powerful, hammering strokes until she unraveled, her body jerking as pure ecstasy washed over her. Her pussy fluttered around him, sucking on him until he surrendered, relinquishing his essence, his heart and his future into her hands.
***
They awoke intertwined. Noah had slept fitfully, his mind kept going to the wet suit and the test that might prove Aron was dead. He also worried about Skye. Something was holding her back, stopping her from fully trusting him. What would he do if she rejected him? Could he be satisfied with just a physical relationship for however long he could hold on to her? Noah grimaced. Who was he kidding? He’d take what he could get. If this was all he could have, he’d take it. Because he would never get enough of her—never.
A soft buzzing sound drew his attention. His phone had been on vibrate. Hastily, he snatched it up and looked at the message.
LANCE: Boss, I need to take a few days of vacation for some personal business. Will you look after my sister?
NOAH: That goes without saying. Anything I can do?
LANCE: Not yet. I’ll let you know. Thank you. Tell her I’ll call her when she wakes up.
NOAH: Uh, okay.
LANCE: Yea, I know. I drove by and saw your truck parked by hers.
“What was that?” Skye stretched beside him. She had slept like a baby. Since Noah had come into her life, the demons had fled. No more did she wake up thinking she was still in prison, locked away in solitary—all alone.
“It was your brother, asking me to take care of you while he takes a few days off.” He rolled over, half on top of her, bracketing her with his legs. “I better start now.”
“I can take care of myself,” she said, knowing it was true. But the idea that he wanted to watch after her made her smile. “How was Nathan’s friend?”
He wound a strand of hair around his finger, noticing there were a couple of freckles on each of her cheeks. “She’s a lucky girl. After a few months of rehab, she’ll be on the mend.” As he lay this close to her, he could feel his cock expanding. “Nathan likes her a lot. He’s a good kid.”
“Of course he is. Look who he has as a role model.” Cuddling up to him, she kissed his arm. “Thanks for my first wish. You did good.”
“I did?” He smiled. “Couldn’t you tell? I was overexcited. Some stud I am, I came before giving my woman her pleasure first.”
Putting her arm around his shoulder, she pulled herself up to kiss his lips, looking him in the eye. “Do you want to know how I feel about that?”
He nodded, hoping he would want to know. “How?”
“I love that I excite you that much. And baby, you are so built, you bring me so much pleasure. I came so hard.” She kissed his chest and purred and that fast—in just a flash—he was rock hard and ready again.
“Let me show my appreciation for your compliment.” He turned her, arranging her on his body so that her pussy was in his face and her face was right over his cock. “And if you’re so inclined to grant a wish for me…”
“Just try to stop me.”
If he only knew what she longed to give him. She’d give her life for his in a heartbeat, no questions asked.
***
Noah pulled into the parking lot of Hardbodies. It had been awhile since he’d patronized Isaac’s establishment. And he wasn’t really here for a drink. The bar was open, but it wasn’t quite five o’clock. Skye had gone into town to meet with Zane and he was so nervous he couldn’t sit still. So, he’d decided to hang out with his brother. As he walked into the dimly lit interior, he could hear Keith Urban and Miranda Lambert singing We Were Us. Doris was flitting around putting centerpieces on tables, a single vase with a single sunflower. “Centerpieces, Doris? When did Isaac’s bar become a tea room?”
She put her hand on her hip and frowned at Noah. “These are from your mother’s garden. Isaac said I could pick them and they make me happy!” She groused and Noah realized he needed to shut-up while the hushing was good.
“Yes, ma’am. Where’s my brother?” He wanted to ask Doris what was wrong, but he was a mite afraid of her when she was on her high horse.
“He’s in the storeroom, he’ll be right back. Okay?” She looked at him, then her face crumpled. Tears started spouting out all over.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Noah walked over and patted her arm and she threw her tray down and slung herself in his arms. Isaac walked through the door, saw Noah and grinned. Noah’s eyes
got really wide and he threw Isaac an imploring look.
“Not feeling any better?” the biker asked his employee.
“No!” Doris sobbed, getting Noah damper than he wanted to be. “He’s coming to see me!”
“Who?” Noah was afraid to ask, but couldn’t resist.
“Cletus!”
“Cletus?” Noah looked at Isaac who nodded solemnly.
“Yes.” Doris backed up and wiped her face on her apron.
“Don’t ask,” Isaac warned about the time Noah asked.
“Who’s Cletus?”
“He was my high school boyfriend.” Doris wheezed. “I haven’t spoken to him in ten years.”
Noah went out on a limb. “So, isn’t this a good thing?”
“No!” A fresh new sob rang through the bar. “The last time I saw him was our wedding day!”
Noah realized then he was in over his head.
Isaac decided to rescue him. “Doris, why don’t you take the rest of the day off. Full pay. I’ll call Crista in. She’s been asking for some extra hours.”
“Thank you.” She hugged both of them and went off sniffing.
“Mercy!” Noah sat down. “I’ve never seen Doris like that. She’s always Mama Bear in charge.”
“Yea, love will turn you inside out.” He sat a beer in front of Noah.
“McCoy.” A slow drawl from the door had them both looking around.
“Sheriff. Are you off duty?”
Kane Saucier joined his buddies. “Yes, I am. Give me a beer for each hand. This has been a day.”
“What’s wrong?” Isaac asked, popping the tops of two more longnecks.
“Billy Chestnut went out hog hunting with some of his buddies and they trapped about twelve. Now that bunch of rednecks eat those hogs. They make good sausage when mixed with venison. Anyway, he was castrating this boar, so it’d fatten up and lose its gamey taste. Now this boar was in a pen with a sow, and Billy was all stooped over, picking up the hog’s leg to cut his sac. The sow seen him all bent over with his loose overalls on and she walked up behind him and proceeded to bite his nuts off.”
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