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

by Mary B. Moore

  Our orgasms had almost been synchronized. She’d let out a screaming gasp and her body had started to spasm just as I’d groaned and started to come inside her. We’d had the discussion the night before where I’d assured her I was clean, and then we’d discussed contraception. She’d been intending to go to the doctor today, but this trip had made that a moot plan.

  Would I be upset if she got pregnant? No. I wanted some more time with her, just the two of us, absolutely. I loved her, she was my lobster, but I wanted us to grow together and become stronger as a unit. A baby was a blessing regardless, so no I definitely wouldn’t be upset if we were blessed.

  Luna wasn’t sure about being a mother as she’d had shitty ass examples of what a parent was until she’d met my parents. Even then they were almost fictional in her mind as they weren’t her parents.

  Whatever life threw at us, we would face together.

  That was something I was telling myself not twenty-four hours later.

  Not that it helped in any way shape or form though.

  Luna

  “Are you still mad at him?” Sven chuckled as we finished dinner.

  Yes, yes, I was, the fat chicken cock. And then he’d made me scream in the shower. Ballsy bastard!

  Plus, I knew he was keeping something from me, something big. I’d caught him and Sven whispering earlier as they stared at the screen of Sven’s cell. When I’d asked what they were looking at, they’d said the weather. The freaking weather! There hadn’t been a cloud in the sky as we’d plummeted from that plane, and there still wasn’t one now.

  The fact that he was keeping a secret from me was confusing, but I wasn’t unreasonable, well not totally unreasonable. It could have had something to do with the oil company, a family member, or hell even that Sven had a penchant for BDSM and was showing Noah his latest accessories or an outfit he wanted an opinion on. No, wait, that would have been gross! Okay, the lost treasures of the Sierra Madre– there, totally possible. But I knew it wasn’t. I’d heard my name whispered a couple of times, and if Sven was choosing a BDSM outfit for me, or suspected that I knew the whereabouts of the lost treasures of the Sierra Madre, then I’d be kinda wigged out.

  So, knowing that Noah trusted Sven with something to do with me, that wouldn’t end up with me in the shower, scrubbing my skin and singing the Crying Game, yeah - I was freaking hurt! And pissed, although that was still because of the flying adventure.

  Not giving his question an answer, I looked back to Maggie who was telling me about her and Sven’s kids, and their lives in Tennessee. We’d made plans for me and Noah to visit– if he was still breathing– in the summer. I’d always wanted to go to Dollywood and Maggie had never been, so we’d looked up how long it would take to get there and made plans to have a Dolly-day!

  After dinner, Sven took us to the club he’d once owned, and we started doing shots. Before long, my snit was gone, washed away by tequila, and I was happily dancing away, not a care in the world. I’d have happily jumped out of a tiny plane in a parachute held together by dental floss and duct tape! My foot didn’t hurt, nothing hurt, and I was a freaking awesome dancer suddenly.

  My father didn’t exist, the shit associated with him didn’t exist, my asshole was no longer in my nostril as I plummeted towards the hard earth… life was good. And I had Noah, so it was even more good-er. Ohhh, I loved that!

  “Good-er!” I yelled at Maggie over the loud music as I lifted my Sex on the Beach cocktail and took a healthy mouthful.

  “What?” She yelled back, just as drunk as I was.

  “Good-er. Isn’t it an awsomtumulous word?”

  Nodding her head eagerly, she pulled her phone out and drunkenly typed onto the screen.

  “There,” she shouted, nodding her head once. “I’ve made a note to give it to the Urban Dictionary tomorrow, along with awsomtumulous. Does it have a silent pin it though?”

  “Well, it does now!”

  She typed another note as she squinted at her screen and then gave a final nod.

  “Reminder set too. I always do that. I’ll type something and then find it six months later and wonder what the shadizzeI I was thinking! This way, there’s no forgetting.”

  Smart!

  And that wasn’t the end of the ideas.

  It’s just that the next one was life-changing.

  13 Luna

  “I now,” the Elvis impersonator marrying us shook his hips. “Pronounce you,” shake, shake. “Husband,” shake. “And wife!” A big sweeping circle of his arm followed as he faced the wall and gyrated his hips before pointing at us and lifting the corner of his lip. “You may now kiss your bride!”

  I never got to see how it ended, because the next thing, Noah was kissing the life out of me as Maggie screamed and threw rose petals over us and Sven clapped.

  Two hours later…

  After Elvis had gyrated and sung to us, we hit a couple more bars on our way back to the hotel for celebratory shots, and then hit the casino downstairs.

  Now I was Luna Townsend, and I was also two-thousand-three-hundred-eighty-two dollars richer! And Noah said I didn’t have a poker face.

  Snorting to myself, I followed my husband out of the elevator and gave Maggie a slightly melodramatic hug goodnight.

  “Come on, you,” Noah tugged my hand and pulled me toward our door. I was still attached to Maggie, so it was only slightly awkward.

  Sighing, Sven walked up to his wife, picked her up and spun toward their door. “Catch ya in the morning,” he muttered over his shoulder.

  How he managed to open the door to their suite without dropping her or even looking like he was doing it was a mystery. I wanted to learn that magic.

  I was just setting off in his direction to ask him to show me the trick when Noah picked me up, slung me over his shoulder and stalked into our suite.

  Looking down at the carpet, the pile and the patterns in it almost mesmerized me, until I felt the contents of my stomach moving with gravity. No sooner had I started to gulp, then I was flying through the air and landing on a cloud of squiffy pillowy awesomeness.

  “Weeeee!”

  Shaking his head at me, he started to get undressed. When I just lay there watching him, he nodded at my clothes and raised his eyebrow. See, if you want people to follow discrete orders like that, you really shouldn’t distract them by stripping– which is what he went back to doing.

  The man’s body was a form of art, I’m sure of it! He had definition all over - shoulders I swear Maggie and I could have each perched on, and his legs… and the butt that was just being uncovered as he turned away from me to put his wallet and phone on the table.

  “Luna, strip!” he ordered, before pulling down his boxers. “Luna,” he said again, trying to get my attention, but all I could see was his big fat cock waving around. It was almost hypnotic, and the most perfect thing that I’d ever seen in my life. In fact, all of Noah was.

  At that moment, I suddenly felt poetic. An idea hit me, and I rolled quickly to my side and went hunting for the pad of paper and pen that I’d seen on the bedside table when we’d checked in earlier. Picking it up, I sat upright and chewed on the end of the pen, taking in the finer details of my husband.

  “What are you doing?” he sounded torn between amused and irritated as he watched me.

  “Shhh, I’m feeling poetic,” I told him, tapping myself on the nose with the pen and almost hitting my eye. “Your…” I couldn’t decide on one piece of him, so I just gestured from top to bottom. “Inspired me!”

  Sighing, he walked around the bed and pulled my shoes off. I was about to thank him when he somehow wheeked– that’s the best word for it because it was like there one second, wheeked away the next– my top off my body and over my head. In the process, I lost my mighty pen, but I wouldn’t realize that until later when I went to write the words ‘cock’ and ‘balls’.

  “Why aren’t you drunk?”

  “I wasn’t drinking,” he shrugged.

 
Ah, now that made sense, but still…

  “Why not?”

  “Because someone had to keep you safe.”

  Awwww! I think I made that noise out loud though because he looked at me, snorted and shook his head.

  “You’re such a great guy!”

  The look of horror on his face at my description of his awesomeness took me by surprise.

  “A great guy?” he spat out.

  “Well, yeah. It beats being a dick, doesn’t it?” I questioned, and then the word I was looking for hit me. “Cock!” I yelled, holding my finger in the air and moving to write the word down on my pad.

  When I realized that I didn’t have my pen, I looked around me for it, and then decided to improvise before the inspiration left me.

  “That’s… disgusting,” he murmured, watching me as I licked the word ‘cock’ onto the pad.

  While I still had inspiration, I turned it to the next page and tongue-wrote ‘balls’ down, too.

  I’m not sure what it was that distracted me from my poetry, but I lost interest in the pad and sat transfixed by the man sitting looking at me. There wasn’t an ounce of disgust on his face, instead it was acceptance, amusement and soft like I’d never seen before.

  “Noah?”

  “Mmm,” he hummed, staring me in the eyes.

  I wonder if we were thinking the same thing?

  “Iloveyou,” I said so quickly that it came out as one word. “Iloveyouforeverandadayeventhoughyoureawhaleshitturkey”

  His face softened even more as he figured out what I was saying.

  “I love you too,” he whispered, giving me a quick peck. I tried to follow after his lips when he pulled back, but he went too far, and I was at risk of falling off the bed. “And I don’t think you’re a whale shit turkey. I think you’re the most amazing and beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I thank God that you’re mine. Just mine!”

  If he hadn’t kissed me at that moment, I would have told him I’d changed my mind about him being a whale shit turkey, but alas he took my mouth. That was the only way to describe how he kissed me– a full-on possession. And it was awesome!

  I was so caught up in the kiss that the only time I realized anything was happening was when he pulled back so he could pull my dress up over my head. Then his mouth was back again, and the world was a beautiful place. Which it really was, and I could say this with complete certainty seeing as how I’d had a bird’s-eye view of it from the heavens.

  He started laughing into my mouth as he kissed me pulled me away from my thoughts and back to where we currently were– with me flat on my back on the bed, my right leg wrapped around his left butt cheek and him pressed up against me.

  Pulling away from me again, he grinned down at me. “Welcome back! Was it a nice trip?”

  I’m ashamed to admit that I actually had to contemplate the answer to that and whether it was a yes or a no. Realizing what a dick I must look like when really the only dick that should be the center of focus was my husband’s, I shrugged.

  “No?”

  “Was that a question?” he asked, his head cocked to the side. The good news was he was still laughing, so hopefully, he found my moment of stupidity endearing.

  “Uh, no?”

  “Would you rather I left you to continue with your poetry?”

  That was like a big old mermaid tail to the face.

  “Move and I’ll cause you pain. Huge amounts of pain,” I warned him, my left leg moving quickly up to copy what my right one was still doing. Just in case, I tightened the muscles in my thighs and calves as much as I could. I’m sure that this should have caused my foot some pain, but not a shred of it was felt.

  It was at that point I realized that I was completely naked and so was he. I was surrounded by magicians!

  Sweeping my hair off my face, seeing as how I was now a mermaid and my hair was flowing around like Ariel’s did in the sea, he stared down at me with a serious look on his face.

  “I wish I’d known exactly how I felt for you years ago,” he muttered. “Then I’d have made sure you were safe, and he never would have gotten the chance to take you away.”

  “Noah…” I tried to point out that my dad was such a big asshole that he would have done what he wanted to anyway.

  “I blame myself every day,” he rasped. “The last couple of mornings, I’ve woken up with you beside me, your beauty on my pillows, and I’ve never been so happy in my life. It sounds cheesy, but it’s true.” He was right, it would have seemed cheesy– if he wasn’t aiming that truth at me. “My cousins told me that with their wives, they were the one thing that they never knew was missing until they found them. I didn’t get it– until now. Now I understand it perfectly.”

  Seeing as how I was now sobering up, I said what I said next hoping to lighten the mood.

  “Are you saying you didn’t miss me?” I joked, rubbing his beard with my thumb. Damn, that felt good!

  “I had someone looking into finding you. I’ve been doing it myself on and off over the years, but before you came back, I had a feeling that I had to find you as soon as fucking possible.” I’d known he’d looked into where I went, but I assumed it was just once or twice for Levi’s sake.

  “I’m sorry!” It was an almost impossible apology– how do you apologize for something when it wasn’t your fault or choice? That didn’t mean that I wasn’t sorry for being such a pain in the ass.

  His reaction to my words was the complete opposite to what I’d expected. I’d figured that he’d brush it off and point out that it wasn’t my fault, but instead, his expression went almost fierce.

  “Listen to me carefully, Luna,” he growled, leaning down so that his nose was almost touching mine. “That’s the first and last time that you ever apologize to me like what that asshole did was your fault. You have nothing to feel sorry for and I refuse to let you even utter an apology for him. Do you understand?”

  Blinking up at him while it sank in, I lowered my eyes to look at his beard while I tried to figure out what to say back.

  “I’m not apologizing for him,” I explained eventually. “I’m apologizing for being a pain in the ass. I couldn’t help what he did, and I couldn’t even have called any of you because he took my cell and would remove the phones from the rooms we ended up in. I spent so much time thinking about how I could get in touch with you, but the night I escaped and rang Levi? That was the first chance I had.”

  “Nothing will ever touch you again,” he vowed. “Ever!”

  Grinning, I nudged his cock by lifting my pelvis. “I was kind of hoping that you would!”

  A huge smile split his face and then he ground down into me.

  “Well, I wouldn’t be much of a husband if I didn’t give my wife what she wanted on her wedding night now, would I?”

  After that, there was no talking. A lot of groaning, maybe some verbal orders too, but not actual conversation.

  Kissing down my stomach, Noah headed straight toward my pussy. The memory of what he’d done to me in the shower earlier today kept flashing into my mind all through dinner and the fun night we’d had. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what sex entailed and most of the other things that came with it, but I didn’t know how those other things actually felt.

  Now that I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I was a sex addict with scenes of my own experiences now playing through my head like a constant porno.

  So, to say that I’d been primed all night, even nursing the mega snit that I’d been nursing, was an understatement. And that was my excuse for what happened next.

  Before he reached where he was headed with his mouth, he shifted his hand and slipped his finger straight into me. He groaned into my belly button when he felt how wet I was. How that made me even wetter, I don’t know, but it did.

  With the addition of another finger, all it took was one strong suck on my clit and I screamed as I climaxed on his fingers.

  In the next second, still coming, I was face down, on my knees with j
ust my hips and ass in the air, and he was slamming into me.

  “Ah, Jesus Christ,” he groaned, his voice sounding raspier than I’d ever heard it sound as he began to pump furiously into me.

  I could see why people became sex addicts. I didn’t have an addictive personality at all, but sex– that addiction I could understand. Well, unless it meant having sex with any penis that didn’t belong to Noah.

  Fisting the sheets in my hands, I tried to anchor myself when I felt my knees moving on the bed. He chose that moment to hold my hips even tighter and then use that hold to pull me back onto his thrusts. This meant that he was hitting the end of me each time and the pleasure-pain of it shot me straight back into orbit.

  With a cry that was choked off as it hit me full force, I came around his length.

  “Baby,” he gasped, his thrusts changing from measured smooth ones to slightly out of sync ones.

  Reaching behind me, I grabbed onto his butt cheek and pulled him into me even harder. How I managed to balance given the state that my orgasm had left me in I’ll never know, but I was hit by a miracle and didn’t face plant down onto the bed.

  All it took was three more pumps, and he yelled out, the length of his cock pulsing inside me. The eroticism of the feeling set me off again, but this time I only had the strength to groan into the bed.

  Through the panting and the feeling of Noah’s face now against my back and his chest heaving, I heard a noise I assumed was my heartbeat. As the ringing noise in my ears left, I realized that it was people clapping.

  Freezing and lifting my head to look around the room I had a brief moment’s panic that we’d gone into the wrong hotel room. When I couldn’t see an audience, thank shit, I realized the noise was coming through the wall from the room next to us– Sven and Maggie’s room.

  “Oh, shit!” I gasped in complete horror.

  Now, had it been some random stranger’s room, I’d still have been embarrassed. However, because they don’t know your face, the likelihood of them sitting pointing at you at breakfast the next morning was slim. With people that you know, who could potentially bring it up at any point for the rest of your life, it was mortifying.