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

by Mary B. Moore

  “He’ll be back tomorrow,” he reminded me, pulling out of the space and driving us home.

  Noah, or turkey twat as I’d named him yesterday, had been called away to a site and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. He wasn’t here for me to kiss, and for some inexplicable reason, that really just hurt and pissed me off. I was being unreasonable, and I knew it. He couldn’t help it, but I was just feeling a bit sorry for myself.

  “The ladies are waiting for you back at the house,” he said, talking about his sister and his cousins’ wives who had all come to visit. They were a blast and were just coming out of their own issues.

  Noah had figured that it might help me get past any residual emotions attached to what I’d gone through, but honestly, I hadn’t suffered past a couple of nightmares. I was still scared of the dark, but they all made adjustments to help with it, so it wasn’t an issue. There were more lights around the land they lived on that came on when a certain level of light outside wasn’t available. There were also generators attached to every house and building with emergency lights that would come on if the power went out.

  My brother was in the final stages of packing up for his move and it was all going ahead in just over a week. I was excited about him being closer after all of these years.

  As we pulled up in front of the house, I saw the banner pinned over the porch. My jaw, which was still stiff and a bit sore after so many weeks of no freedom, dropped open.

  It had originally said ‘Congratulations on your new job’ but someone had crossed out the word ‘your’ and added ‘blow’ in.

  “You can still get a divorce, you know,” Levi muttered, staring at the sign in disgust. “I won’t disown you for it. In fact, I’d support you not wanting to be stuck with this family.”

  Snorting, I got out and walked up to the door. Inside there were Funfetti cakes, Cinnabon, tacos, you name it.

  There was also a shit ton of alcohol, something I’d never really had a lot of, but that I now wanted. So, I did.

  Three hours later…

  “Okay, girl talk time,” Sonya said, pouring out another tequila shot. She was married to Noah’s cousin, Tom, and had just had a baby, so she wasn’t drinking with us but she was definitely pouring.

  We’d discovered pretty much all of them waiting inside, kids included, and now I was still trying to remember names and who was who.

  “Girl talk?” I’d never done this because Levi was my only close friend when I was a kid, and he hadn’t really wanted to go into this type of conversation with me, obviously.

  The other men had left with the kids, but Levi and Tom had stayed behind to watch over us as we got to know each other and talk.

  “Okay, on a scale like my pinky finger,” Sonya held up the finger in question. “To my entire forearm… how big is Noah?”

  Letting out a delicate little belch, a Funfetti confetti burpetti, I thought it over.

  “Can I be real?” They all nodded eagerly as footsteps and the slamming of a door sounded behind us. “Like as in real-fucking-real?”

  There was an overly loud groan behind us followed by a thud and Tom’s begging. “No, please. Be fake as fuck! Please.”

  Turning around, I saw him with his head on the table and no Levi in sight. Guess he’d gotten sick of the girl talk, too.

  Deciding that I was okay with this, I turned back to the girls.

  “Forearm, or maybe even higher than that,” I held up my own arm, but then put it down again. I really was a small ass so they might not take it seriously if they looked at my arm. “Maybe even as big as Tom’s forearm…” I paused and looked at the arm. “And as wide.”

  There was a chorus of gasps from the women in front of me, but what shocked me was Noah’s voice.

  “Why thank you, Miss. Priss!”

  Some women may have had more decorum, some might have played hard to get. Fortunately for Noah, his wife was one big ol’ drunken hussy.

  Jumping up, I spun around and ran to my husband who threw his arms out. I was maybe a bit far away from him when I decided I was jumping, but fuck it, he’d catch me.

  Mid-leap, I squealed, “Sex!”

  I was right, he caught me, and he kissed me immediately too like he’d been wanting it as badly as I had. It was long, it was wet, and it was deep– maybe too deep for someone who’d just had a wire removed from their broken jaw.

  Did I care? Did I hell!

  “Okay,” Noah growled. “Everybody out!”

  Ask me also if I cared if that was rude, and you’d get the exact same response as before.

  Not one person in that room would have done it differently, and they proved this by merrily saying goodnight and leaving as ordered.

  Noah

  “I take it you missed me,” I chuckled, walking toward our bedroom with Luna still wrapped around me.

  “The washing machine doesn’t kiss me,” she muttered, her lips and tongue moving over my neck. It was distracting as hell, but I wasn’t complaining.

  Then what she said registered.

  “Huh? What’s laundry got to do with this?”

  I would have left it well alone if she hadn’t frozen solid.

  But because she did, I made a mental note to find out the answer… after. Maybe tomorrow!

  She was only newly healed from her jaw, so I lowered her onto the bed even more carefully than I normally would have.

  “I’m not glass, you know?” she pointed out, sounding somewhat irritated.

  One of my favorite things in the world to do was to look at her eyes when I said things that were important to me. She had no control over her responses to things, and her eyes gave away everything. I got to see if something touched her, pissed her off, made her happy, or made her horny. I had the advantage of the fact that - if I didn’t say it right the first time, I got to explain it so she understood better.

  This was one of those times when I needed her eyes, and I needed her to be able to see mine, too.

  Placing my hands gently around her face, I held her head in place. Why I was doing what I was doing on this occasion, wasn’t technically for her. It was for me.

  “Baby, the image of how I found you plays on repeat in my head. Not knowing if you could breathe at all… I will never let you be in that predicament ever again,” I swore. “Then seeing your face and knowing the pain you were in,” I swallowed audibly, gently lowered my forehead down to hers and closed my eyes while I figured out how to say the next bit.

  Once I was in control again, I went back to my original position. “I feel like I’ve failed you twice, and on both occasions, they could have led to me losing you forever. So, I need to treat you like you’re glass, even if it’s just for the time being. I need to know that I’m keeping you safe and that you’re okay. Do you understand?”

  While I was talking to her, I’d watched as the tears built up in her eyes, and then tracked one that fell down the side of her face. Her eyes looked pissed for some reason which confused the shit out of me.

  “You’re not to blame, Noah,” she growled in my face. “My fucking father is. Don’t you think Madix could blame himself for not getting me away from him when I was younger? Don’t you think he…”

  “He does, baby,” I whispered, letting her in on some of the things her brother and I had spoken about. “I know what you’re saying, but even Levi and the rest of my family feel partly responsible.”

  “Then you’re stupid and I want nothing to do with you,” she snapped, trying to roll onto her side away from me.

  “What?” I was torn between laughing and shocked at her reaction.

  “You’re dumb and you may leave,” she pointed behind her at the wall.

  “Are you…?”

  And that’s when I snapped. Pulling her over to face me, I climbed on top of her and kissed her. I finally got to taste my wife again, and even her irrational responses weren’t going to ruin that for me.

  “I said…,” she gasped as she pulled back away from me, but I
wasn’t having it.

  “I don’t care,” I muttered, sitting up so I could pull her t-shirt over her head. “Jesus Christ,” I groaned.

  Seeing her in a bra was better than all the best things in life all thrown together.

  Rubbing my chin with my hand, I tried to focus on the rough feeling of my beard to calm me down.

  She was the definition of beauty, my perfection!

  And then it went to shit like it always seemed to do when Luna was involved. Not in a bad way, far from it.

  She did a little wiggle, and then her bra was hitting me in the face. Quicker than I could keep up, she had my shirt up over my head and it was flying over the side of the bed.

  “Pants,” she ordered as she wiggled her ass, the tiny visible line of her shorts disappearing under my crotch from where I was straddling her.

  I heard the sound of cloth hitting something and then her hands were on the fastening for my jeans. I’d been smart when I came home and had removed my shoes at the front door. Both Luna and I had an issue with shoes being worn inside after we’d seen a tv show on the level of bacteria that was tracked through houses. And don’t even get me started on the protective covers we now had for our toothbrushes after seeing a show on air born fecal matter because of toilets flushing. That shit was just nasty!

  Me not having my shoes on, though, meant that I could stand up and just let my jeans and boxers fall to the floor. Which was exactly what I did.

  It had been eight weeks since I’d kissed her properly, and eight weeks since I’d been inside her, so any finesse that I would have liked to have had was gone. Non-existent.

  Not that this mattered to her, she was writhing around underneath me, trying to touch me all over at the same time.

  “Baby, if you keep touching me, this isn’t going to last long,” I warned her through gritted teeth, pulling her hand off my cock as she sat up and kissed me.

  “That’s okay,” she mumbled against my mouth. “We can do round two then!”

  She had a point, a damn good one.

  But I wanted to enjoy this. I’d spent hours since the incident just holding her and talking to her about things, and I felt now that our connection was even deeper than it had been before.

  I missed her taste bad, though, and I wanted it back.

  Pressing down against her, I lightly ran the tip of my tongue just along the inside of her lip, groaning at how soft and silky it was. When her tongue peeked out and touched mine, I lost my focus on her lip and chased it back deeper inside her mouth.

  Unfortunately, lying how we were, my cock had made contact with her pussy which meant that when I shifted, I not only felt her wetness on me, but it hit a spot that made her shudder.

  There was only so much control a man had, and mine was now completely out of the window.

  Reaching down, I skimmed my middle finger down her center until I found her entrance and then pushed in. She was tight, hot, and oh so wet around me. Just pure heaven.

  When she groaned into my mouth, she tightened around my finger at the same time, and all I could do was think about how that had felt around my cock when I was inside her.

  I began gently moving my finger in and out and, once her hips were rolling slightly, I added my index finger and placed my thumb on her clit, rubbing all at the same time.

  “Please,” she groaned, pulling her mouth away from mine and tipping her head back.

  “Mouth,” I ordered, refusing to go without it a second longer.

  “I can’t when you’re doing that!”

  “Do you want me to stop,” I said in warning, even though I was full of shit.

  Her eyes opened and glared at me, but she lifted her head and kissed me again. She knew I was full of shit, but there was always the slight issue of what if. I was a Townsend after all.

  All it took was a harder press of my thumb on her clit and two full circles around it, and she shattered.

  Rearing back so I was on my knees, I flung her legs over my shoulders, angled down and plunged into her. Her scream echoed around our bedroom and I had a sudden thought that someone from my family might come investigating. But they weren’t that stupid. Well, at least I didn’t think they would be?

  Pulling back out of her, I grabbed onto her shins and held them to my chest as I pushed back in again. With every retreat and advance, I held her in place, not allowing any movement of her body whatsoever. This meant that I reached the end of her, something which I knew ended in explosive orgasms for her– and that’s what I was aiming for.

  Again, she came, this time with a groan, and I suddenly needed to be closer to her. I needed the extra connection I got when I could feel the heat of her stomach on mine, which was stupid considering what we were doing, but true!

  I was right, within seconds of leaning down over her, pushing her legs closer to her head and changing the angle of my thrusts altogether, I lost control. All the methodical movements I’d been doing to get her to her peak changed to almost desperate pumps as I chased my own release.

  “I love you,” she whispered in my ear.

  And I came. Harder than I’d ever come before in my life!

  20 Luna

  “What is it?” I asked Levi, looking down at the wriggling thing in my hands. Vlad was beside me staring at it and tilting his head from side to side.

  “It’s a Daschund,” he replied, just as the ball let out a high-pitched wail. “You’ve always wanted one!”

  I had? Since when?

  Unable to break his heart by asking those questions out loud, I grinned at him and pulled the puppy up to my chin to give it a cuddle. It was so tiny, but so stinking cute– even if I didn’t know what that was.

  “Thank you, Vi-Vi.”

  He’d been seriously awesome since I’d been taken. Throughout my recovery he’d been right beside me helping when Noah wasn’t around.

  I’ve said it a million times since I met him, but I’d be lost without my best friend.

  “Hey, what you got there?” Ariana asked as she sauntered up to us. “Is that a Daschund? Oh my god, I’ve always wanted one of those!”

  Taking the bundle out of my hands, I chanced a glance at Levi who was sitting straight-faced, the tips of his ears a red color as he realized his mistake. It had been his sister who’d wanted one, not me.

  The puppy continued to howl and wail the whole time, and I watched as Vlad paced back in front of us, not once taking his eyes off of the bundle in Ariana’s hands.

  “Do you think he thinks it’s a steak?” Levi muttered, his eyes on Vlad.

  “I’m not sure.” Although, it had crossed my mind.

  Before we could stop her, Ariana kneeled down on the floor and let the little bundle find its feet. It didn’t take long before it was off like a rocket with Vlad right on its heels.

  “Rat!” we heard Tate scream from outside the room followed by a crash.

  Sighing, we all ran after the dogs, trying to save the puppy from the big dog’s teeth.

  We needn’t have worried, not even a tiny bit.

  Noah

  “You got me a pussy,” Luna accused as I walked into her office before lunch, Vlad skulking behind her.

  She was at her desk, holding a little black bundle that was making a frigging racket.

  “Are those his balls screaming in your hand?” I asked, only slightly joking.

  “No, this is my new Daschund– Banshee!” she held out a tiny black bundle of fur that shrieked in my face.

  “A Daschund? Like a sausage dog?” I asked, taking it from her. In my peripheral vision, I could see Vlad shaking in the corner and wondered what was up with that. “I think Ariana wanted one of these. Is this hers?”

  “No, it’s mine,” she sighed, getting up to cuddle her big bad guard dog.

  “What the fuck is up with him? And what do you mean it’s yours?”

  “He’s scared of Banshee,” she explained, giving the trembling dog a cuddle. “It’s okay, it’ll get better!” she reassured him
before turning back to me. “Your brother bought him for me because he confused me with your sister.”

  An ear-piercing howl sounded right in my ear where the puppy had climbed up and was now sitting on my shoulder. I was worried that if I made a grab for him, he’d fall so I put a hand over his back to hold it in place, and carefully lowered myself to the floor.

  I was about to ask her another question when a yell sounded from the offices behind us.

  “What in the Lord’s name is your great grandbaby coloring in, Hurst?” Grams yelled at Gramps. They’d decided to stay with us a while longer, along with a couple of my cousins.

  Lucky fucking us!

  “Ahhh, that looks like a coloring book, Lindee.”

  “Have you looked at the pictures in it? Is this… is that a whip?” The sound of my cousin’s daughter, Crystal, giggling made me smile– until I heard the next bit out of my Gram’s mouth. “It says it’s a Fifty Shades of Grey tribute coloring book. Why the hell would you give that to a baby?”

  “Kids don’t see in color, Lindee. I thought gray was a better option for her because of that!”

  There was a long stretch of silence before Grams responded.

  “That’s dogs, you stupid twat!”

  “Hey, will you watch Banshee and Vlad for a while? I won’t be long, I promise!” Luna muttered, before picking up her bag and walking out the door.

  I listened as my grandparents continued to argue over the non-child friendly coloring book and Banshee howled.

  Vlad had it right, so I joined him in the corner, tempted to start shaking too.

  Luna

  “What are we doing here?” Maya, another of Noah’s cousin’s wives, asked as we sat in the car in the parking lot at Walmart.