Until Fools Find Gold: A Providence Gold Series and Until Series Crossover

by Mary B. Moore

  I wasn’t sure if it was the leftover scent of Bogey or if it came from me, but I definitely caught a whiff of something.

  10 Noah

  It had been eight hours since the dog had been discovered and I’d only just grown the balls to approach the question to Luna.

  “So, do you like him?” I asked as I got into bed beside her.

  I’d moved her through to my room without asking for permission. Instead, I’d just told her it made more sense, my bed was awesome and that if she had a nightmare, I could help her quicker if she was here.

  Then, like a pussy, I’d admitted that I didn’t want to sleep without her.

  Nodding, she turned on her side to face me with her arm bent under her head.

  “I’ve decided on a name for him,” she told me with a grin on her face.

  Instantly I tensed. He was a guard dog– sure he was the runt of the litter and was put up for adoption because he was a tiny bit unhinged, but still. What if she tried calling him something like Felullah?

  “What are you thinking?”

  “Oh, I’m not thinking,” she smirked. “I know what his name is!” She left me hanging for a good thirty seconds before telling me, “Vladimir– Vlad for short.”

  Now that I hadn’t expected. Rex, Mutley, Kaiser, something normal for a guard dog sure. I’d been certain it would be a flouffy type name, the kind that those little balls of fluff dogs get.

  “Why?”

  “Because he understands Russian commands,” she said slowly, like I was the village idiot. “And Vladimir is a kick-ass Russian name!”

  Looking over at the dog who was currently attacking one of Levi’s old sneakers, I had to agree, the name suited him.

  “Vlad it is,” I murmured, watching as he threw it in the air and then ferociously shook it around. “Vladimir,” I called, not expecting a response, but getting one all the same as he turned to look at me and cocked his head. When he did shit like that, he looked like a cute big puppy, not the cunning and potentially deadly military or police dog he’d been bred to be.

  “He likes it,” she pointed out, rolling onto her other side and hanging her hand over the edge of the bed and snapping her fingers.

  The dog made a pitiful whining sound and crawled toward her hand on his stomach. Pussy!

  I was jealous of a dog, I could admit that… to myself.

  Moving forward, I cuddled up behind her and pulled her so that we were closely nestled together.

  “Night, Miss. Priss,” I murmured into her hair.

  “Night, Noah,” she sighed, rubbing her face into the pillow. A loud growl came from the floor making her laugh drowsily. “Night, Vlad!”

  Luna

  I was on fire. I wasn’t sure if it was on the outside of me or the inside of me, but I was literally roasting alive!

  Waking up a bit more, I realized that my arm had been hanging over the edge of the bed since I’d fallen asleep and was now completely dead. In fact, it was the only part of me that wasn’t being burned. Using my other hand, I lifted the arm up and whined as I lay it on the bed beside me. Holy hell, pins and needles were no freaking joke!

  The more I woke up, the more I noticed what was going on with the rest of me.

  I had a large hot body pressed up against me that was what was making me hot on the outside.

  The leg that was currently rubbing up against my core, though, was what was making me hot on the inside.

  I could have gotten out of bed and waved my arms around to cool down, but that would mean me leaving Noah’s arms, and what he was currently doing to me was too good to stop.

  Instead, I pushed the duvet off us and ground down onto his thigh, arching when his hand moved up the way to cup my left breast.

  “Noah,” I tried to say loud enough to wake him up, but instead it came out a pitiful whimper. Licking my lips, I tried again. “Noah!”

  “Mmmm,” he buried his face closer into my hair and then ground the hardness that I could now feel clearly into my ass.

  This wasn’t helping!

  I was about to yell his name when his hand shifted down to where I was incredibly wet. Lifting my t-shirt up to my waist, his hand went back down again and cupped me. Grinding down onto it, I whimpered and reached behind me to grab whatever part of him I could get. It turned out to be his butt cheek which wasn’t bad at all because it meant that I could pull him into me harder.

  “Luna,” he groaned, grinding the palm of his hand into me.

  I’d never even done this before or even come close to it. With Noah though, everything was different. I trusted him implicitly, and I knew that he would never have even touched me if he didn’t at least feel something bigger than just a horny attraction. Phrasing it like that was weird, but I remember the guys in my class talking about how a girl made them hard and that they were horny, so it was the only way I could describe it. Especially at the moment with my brain taking up residence in my vagina.

  Plus, he’d said my name. If he was just horny, he wouldn’t have said my name. Right?

  I needn’t have bothered asking myself a question at that moment, not even if I was breathing or what planet I lived on. Brain in vagina equals no thoughts apart from vagina. Oh, God - and boob. Oh, and nipple. I definitely had thoughts in those, screaming thoughts.

  Dammit, since when was touching my arm enough to make me this horny? It had literally been just a skim of his arm on mine and whoosh it was like lava straight to my va…

  And then he kissed my neck, and all bets were off.

  Turning around quickly, I pushed him onto his back and swung my leg over his torso so I was sitting on top of him. I’d underestimated, or maybe it was overestimated, where I was in relation to the area of his body, so I landed on his stomach instead of his crotch like I’d intended to. This was much better than what I’d done the night before though, and it wasn’t a bad place to be.

  Not giving him a chance to even wake up, I leaned down and aimed for his mouth. Fortunately for me, I hit my target this time.

  The coarseness of his beard against my chin and lips was strange at first, but teamed with how soft his lips were, it was the most erotic experience of my life to date.

  I needn’t have worried about his reaction once he realized what was happening, because his arms lifted and came around me, pulling me closer to his body. When his lips opened, I followed and groaned when I tasted him again. Flicking my tongue against him, I couldn’t stop my body when I ground my pelvis down on his stomach.

  I was beginning to wonder if I had any control at all when I pressed my breasts harder onto his chest too. Then again, they had thoughts and a brain of their own right now, so I’m sure they were doing whatever the hell they wanted to do.

  In the next second, the world spun as he turned us quickly so that I was under him on the bed now.

  “Baby…” he rasped, his beard stroking my lips. I freaking loved that feeling! “I can’t…”

  “Yes, you can,” I assured him when he forgot what he was saying because I’d licked his bottom lip.

  “No, that’s not what I meant,” he mumbled in between pecks. “It’s really not what I meant.”

  What was he talking about? Why was he talking?

  Moaning, I moved my hands so they were in his hair and held his face against mine. I wasn’t sure if it would shut him up for long, but so long as he shut up for now, I was okay with that!

  I shifted so he was properly cradled against my crotch and then wrapped my legs around his hips. We only had the thin barrier of my panties and whatever he was wearing at that moment between us– I think it was the black jersey boxer things that I’d seen a pair of in the laundry basket earlier. Obviously, a clean pair, but it felt like the same style against the back of my calves.

  Then he shifted again, and something became horribly obvious.

  Oh, fucking hell!

  Noah

  I had to shift my crotch so I was more comfortable against her. I was so hard that I was struggl
ing to think let alone do something vital like breathe. People always joke about lack of blood flow when they’ve got an erection, but I was beginning to think it was a real issue. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what I was going to say, all I could do was focus on trying to get oxygen into my lungs at the same time as trying to get closer to Luna.

  When her legs had wrapped around me, I’d found a comfortable position, but I wanted an even better one. I’d moved my crotch slightly, so my dick was resting on top of where it really, really, wanted to be.

  And then she froze, and I had a feeling I knew what the issue was.

  “You can’t be serious,” she whispered, sounding close to terrified.

  I would have laughed if my cock wasn’t about to explode.

  “I tried to warn you,” I pointed out.

  “You tried to warn me?” she sounded incredulous. With the lights on outside, I could see her face clearly in the semi-darkness as she stared at me in shock. “All you said was you couldn’t, and then you stopped talking! That’s not warning someone.”

  Considering our current predicament, nothing should have been funny at that moment, but that didn’t stop me from laughing. To soften the blow, I stroked my fingers through her hair, watching as the shiny strands fell back down onto the pillow.

  “You can take me, baby,” I reassured her softly.

  “I can’t!” She looked so certain of this that I stopped seeing the humor in the situation. “I’ve always overestimated my abilities,” she rambled. “I once thought I could fly, or was adamant that I could fly,” she mumbled the last bit looking off to the side of my head at the memory. “I went up onto the roof of our house and jumped.” She held up her arm and pointed to the side of it. “I broke my arm in two places and couldn’t tell my dad about the pain I was in for days. In fact, if it hadn’t been for your parents insisting I go to the doctor, I probably would have left it until my arm fell off.”

  “That’s how you did that?” I remembered her having a cast, but never knew the story behind how she’d done it. “Sweetheart, you were a little kid.”

  “I was twelve,” she snapped. “Then, I watched Cocktail and decided that I could make better cocktails than Tom Cruise,” she pointed at a scar on her shoulder. “I did that when my dad’s bottle of whiskey bounced off my head and broke right here. I was thirteen!” I was about to say something, but she shook her head and continued. “Then, I watched a movie where they were all doing shots at a bar. I figured I could out drink them because it didn’t look that difficult. I had five shots of moonshine and passed out. If Levi hadn’t found me, I probably would have inhaled my own vomit and died.” I winced at the thought. “I was also thirteen then.”

  I had to admit, the woman was a walking disaster. All of these things that had happened, and I hadn’t been aware of any of them. Surely, after the first two things a kid would have learned not to do stupid shit?

  “I also thought I could drive when I was fourteen. I watched Gone in Sixty Seconds and wanted to be like Angelina Jolie. I was too short to reach the pedals of my dad’s car, so I taped phone books to my feet. I didn’t know that R meant reverse,” she trailed off and blushed.

  “What did you think it meant?” She’d turned such a dark shade of red at that admission, that I had to know the answer.

  “At first, I thought it meant radio, then I quickly changed my mind because why would they put the radio switch there?”

  I didn’t find this even a tiny bit funny. It’s a wonder that she was still breathing or, fuck, even walking!

  “Then I thought it was remote for the garage door– again, why would that be there? I went through a lot of options until I settled for rocket.”

  “Rocket?” it came out sounding choked because why the fuck would a fourteen-year-old girl think cars came with rockets? Then again, her dad hadn’t really driven her around or taken an interest in teaching her jack shit, so that might explain that.

  “Yeah, like in the movies when they have ‘Noz’ and the car goes like a rocket.”

  “Noz?”

  “Yeah, the gas stuff that they put in cars in Fast & Furious that makes them go really fast!”

  There was complete silence for a long while I tried to grasp what I was hearing.

  “What’s your point with all of this?”

  “Well,” she shifted slightly, causing my still hard cock to fall right where I so desperately wanted to be. “I have a habit of doing things because I think that I can handle them. This,” she lifted her pelvis and ground against my cock making me pant, “would be a perfect example.”

  Leaning down so that my nose was almost touching hers, I watched her pupils dilate as her arousal came back in force.

  “Sweetheart, women have babies. Think of how much they have to expand for that. I’m sure that my cock isn’t as big as a baby’s head.”

  “How do you know?” she tilted her head slightly as she asked. “Have you ever measured it? It feels like it could be on par!”

  Chuckling, I gave her a slow kiss. “You’re great for my ego, but I’m pretty certain I’m nowhere near the size of a baby’s head.”

  Before she could argue with me, I took her lips again, this time adding my tongue back into the mix. Before long, her arms were wrapped tightly around my back and we were engaged in the kiss to end all kisses.

  Not wanting to alarm her again, I discretely took off my boxers, kicking them off under the covers. Running the tips of my finger up her thigh that was cocked beside me, I followed it until I got to the leg of her panties. I paused for a second waiting to see if she would stop me, before following it down, pushing the tip of my thumb under the elastic and groaning at the silky-smooth skin underneath it.

  Pushing further under, I was relieved when I felt how wet she was but knowing she was scared kept me from going too fast at the discovery. Smoothing my thumb up and down the valley between her lips, I carefully increased the pressure with each slow pass until I encountered her hard clit. Her gasp into my mouth as the roughness of my digit touched the tender nub fueled me to step things up a bit.

  Pulling away, I kissed her down her neck and dug my elbow into the bed so that I could use my hand on that arm to lift her t-shirt and not crush her with the weight of my body. Once it was high enough up her torso, I swooped down and caught her nipple between my lips, sucking hard.

  Her reaction to this unknown sensation on her breast almost drove any control I had out the window. Her legs clamped harder around my hips and her back arched, giving my hard cock perfect access to her pussy seeing as how I still had my thumb there, which meant that her panties were being held to the side. The unfettered access to that smooth wet skin was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life.

  I’d intended to introduce her to love making by putting my mouth on her, but that was going to have to wait. Instead, I moved my thumb down and slowly slid it into her, leaving my cock to rub against her clit as she moved her hips.

  “Noah, please,” her moan was broken by her panting.

  Every time my cock rubbed against a certain part of her clit, she’d flinch. Her sweet spot was on the right-hand side, noted.

  Withdrawing my thumb, I moved back so that I was kneeling between her legs and pulled her panties toward me at the same time that she removed her t-shirt. When she was as naked as I was, I memorized as much as I could of her body in the moonlight. I would have taken longer except she’d reached her point and wanted things to move along now.

  “Noah,” she growled. “If you don’t move your ass right now…”

  She broke off with a gasp as I notched the head of my cock in her entrance and pushed into her. She was so fucking tight that I had no choice but to go slow.

  “Fucking hell,” I groaned. “I’m never gonna last.”

  I was only two seconds into her, not even all the way, and I was fighting not to come. There was no way I’d survive this!

  My words made her legs tighten even harder as if she was doing her best t
o keep me where I was. Like I had any intention of moving away– ever! Hell, if I could have moved in, I’d die the happiest man alive.

  It was a slow process and one that tested every ounce of control I had as I tried to gain ground by pushing forward and then pulling back, only to repeat it all over again.

  When I butted up against a barrier, I froze in shock. I mean, I’d known, but there had been a ‘what if’ at the back of my mind. Faced with the proof… it was like seeing your winning lottery numbers come in.

  I was about to ask her if she was sure that this was what she wanted when she lifted her butt off the bed and slammed herself up, breaking through the barrier and shoving me halfway down her channel. I was frozen on the spot as she threw her head back and let out a scream.

  “Jesus, fuck,” I panted, my head hanging down, allowing me to see how much of me was buried inside her. It didn’t help the control that I was trying to keep over myself one bit.

  My hips were pulsing minutely, trying to take over and ram my cock further into her. Fucking savages!

  Taking deep breaths, I almost had it, when she pulled my head down towards hers and kissed me almost furiously.

  “Move,” she begged, pulling her pussy back down the way and then moving it upwards, almost jacking the half of my cock that was inside her.

  Taking her face between my hands, I looked straight in her eyes as I pulled back and then pushed forwards slowly, going further into her. With each push forward, I watched to make sure she wasn’t in too much pain, knowing full well that she wouldn’t tell me if it had been too much - stubborn little minx!

  It just so happened that as I hit the end of her, I hit the end of me too.

  “I’m all the way in,” I panted, my body shaking with the need to let go.

  “Don’t you think I know that,” she groaned, her pussy squeezing around me in pulses. “I can feel you in my armpit.”

  Shaking my head at her exaggeration, I pulled back until just the tip of me was inside her and then pushed forward again. The tight squeeze of her tunnel around me made my head tip backward and a loud shout come out of me just as she let out a small scream too.