Becoming His

by Angel Marks

  Will clasped his arms around his bride, thrusting himself deep within her. She lay limp and quiet except to whisper, “Fuck me to sleep. Please, sir, make me your toy. I want to belong to you.”

  “You are mine, and you can be my toy, but I am always making love to you, Noelle. It’s never just fucking.” Noelle shook with pleasure and relief. She knew it would be just a matter of time and she would be married to Will Martin.

  With that, Will pulled out and rolled Noelle to her back, missionary style. He braced her wrists together above her head and came hard on her breasts before he collapsed on top of her, and then rolled off pulling her with him to fall fast asleep.

  Chapter Twelve

  An early Saturday morning to be sure, Noelle squinted at the alarm clock across the room, 8:30 a.m. Will returned to the bedroom and squatted down by her curled up in the bed. “I have a football game at 9:00 a.m. I’d love it if you’d come.”

  Just another reason to love him, thought Noelle. He, of course, was quarterback. No big surprise there. Of course he would be the smartest man on the team, even if it was just a flag football league out of the local Y. Noelle looked at him dreamy eyed. She had never been a morning person, and here he was the yin to her yang. They might as well just be a black and white cookie, the absolute perfect dessert in her mind, and yet he made her want to be a morning person, too.

  “You can stay here and sleep if you want to,” Will said, noting she hadn’t moved.

  “No, I’m getting up,” Noelle announced, dragging herself from his incredibly comfortable bed.

  She pulled on the shorts outfit she had forgotten was in her purse, and then added his royal blue hoodie and brushed her hair up into a swingy ponytail. The morning air was cold, but by late morning it would be hot.

  On the football field, Noelle was left on the sidelines with the other Saturday morning warriors, mainly girlfriends, some probably wives, and a few dads and moms. It was, after all, a young team. Noelle kicked back in her camping chair, on the playing field of a local high school she had ran cross country at, trying not to let her chair legs sink into the soft earth as she noted with irritation that she recognized at least two of the guys on Will’s team as people she had gone to high school with, but had no desire to see.

  “So much for reinventing myself somewhere else,” Noelle thought to herself. Then she noticed Will’s dad walking up from the parking lot, coffee in hand.

  “Hey, Noelle! It’s good to see you! Pretty cold this morning, no?”

  “Yeah, but I’m sure we’ll be sweating by noon, Mr. Martin.”

  “Call me Joe.”

  Usually, small talk made her extremely uncomfortable, but talking with Will’s dad was easy for her. Really, both of his parents had made her feel extremely welcome, wanted, and appreciated. She imagined that holidays would be laid back and full of laughter, without strange relative situations.

  After the game, Will was pumped up and energized. He picked Noelle up from her chair asking, “Would you like a bagel?”

  “That would be great.” She laughed.

  “Dad, we’re going over to Bagel City, you want to come?”

  “Sure, it’s Saturday. I have some time to spend with my son and his girlfriend.”

  While eating everything bagels with cream cheese in a sunny booth while his dad sipped coffee and ate a granola muffin, Will asked him about the apartment on the top floor of his building, an old Victorian house that had at one time been a mayor’s residence but had since been turned into a bodega, before becoming his father’s law office for more than twenty years.

  “Yeah, it’s empty. Why, you looking for a new place?” was his father’s reply to Will’s inquiry.

  “How much a month would you be okay with renting it to me?”

  “Aw, damn, Will, you’re my son, and I don’t need the income, why don’t you just throw me a couple hundred a month for electric and heat. You already shovel in the winter, mow, and do maintenance, so I’m not worried about it. Are you going to be there by yourself?”

  “No, Dad. Noelle’s going to be living with me.”

  “All right! Cool, man,” he said with a genuine smile.

  What a relief, thought Noelle, again gauging how dramatically different the response would be at her own house. Then again, she also noted that Will had not said anything about marriage, and that also made her glad as she was happy with the way things were going. Why make it complicated?

  “Definitely go check the place out. It’s been vacant for a while, so you’ll want to get it cleaned up before moving in.”

  Back in Will’s car, Noelle could barely contain herself. “Two hundred dollars a month—which includes utilities?”

  “Yeah, it’s the same that we both pay now, at our separate places, so I think we can swing it, don’t you?” Will looked over at her and winked.

  “But why are you living with Steve for the same amount you could be paying for your own place?”

  “It wasn’t available when I moved into Steve’s, and I didn’t want to live there then. It was about doing it on my own, without any handouts.”

  “Oh, so I hope you don’t think this is a handout then?”

  “Not at all—I’ve proved to myself that I can live without their help. I’m trying to take care of you, Noelle. This is for us.”

  The way Will said “us” sent a warm, tingly feeling across Noelle’s heart and she beamed at him. A little breeze came by and they shared a tender kiss at the car door.

  “I’d like to take a shower if you don’t mind before we head over to your house to make peace with your mother and get your things.”

  “By all means, but I don’t think those two ideas will coexist nicely.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  As they pulled into her parents’ driveway, Noelle felt like a child who would be reproached by her overbearing mother, so she was glad to see her mother wasn’t home. Instead, oddly, her father’s truck was parked in the driveway. A father sighting was a rare occasion.

  “I guess you may get to meet my father today.”

  “Okay.” Will was calm.

  Inside the house, Don Snow was relaxing in front of the television with a soda and chips. “Hi, Dad. This is Will Martin, my boyfriend. Will, this is my father, Don.”

  Don got up from his recliner and shook Will’s hand. His eyes danced with amusement at the pity he felt for any man who would date his high-maintenance daughter. He gave Will a good natured smile and said, “Nice to meet you. So how did you two meet?”

  “At Harness. I work across the hall from Noelle.”

  “Hmm, what do you do there?”

  “I manage the shipping and receiving.”

  Noelle watched her father, knowing exactly what he was thinking, that Will was a far cry from the last guy she had introduced him to. Paul was a dentistry student and had promptly dumped her the day she had graduated from Boston, so he could “focus more on his future” leaving her pathetically asking herself why that didn’t include her. Now she knew why. Because she was supposed to be swept off her feet by Will.

  “Dad, I’m not going to be buying a new car to replace the one I just totaled. Instead I’m going to move a lot closer to my work. This way, when I move to New York, I won’t have to worry about my car.”

  “Where are you moving to?” He was only half paying attention to her, though. Something he was interested in had popped up on the screen.

  “Will’s offered to let me move in with him. He has an apartment above his father’s law office on Henry Street in Brighton.”

  “Henry Street? You want to live over there? That’s not a good part of town.” Suddenly, he was an expert on the crime zones in Brighton.

  Will seemed nonplussed as he looked her father in the eye. “No, sir, but she’ll be living with me, and the building has a security system. I’ll take care of her. She’ll be safe.”

  “Dad, Will’s an amateur boxer, and he has a dog.”

  Noelle’s dad studied Will,
not saying anything before acquiescing. “Suit yourself, you’re an adult. I can’t stop you.”

  “Great. Well, I’m going to get my things. I’m moving today.”

  “Your mother will be home soon. I’d suggest you be gone before she arrives.”

  Noelle took Will by the hand and hoped he would follow her out of the room in an effort to get out of the house as soon as possible.

  “Let’s go.” Turing back to her father, she muttered “Thanks” as she tried to lead Will toward the stairs, but Will was not one to be led.

  “It’s good to meet you, sir.”

  “Yep, you, too,” was Don’s reply as he looked back up from the television.

  Noelle pulled out her suitcases and trunk from college and rapidly began dumping her drawers and the contents of her closet into them. Realizing she wouldn’t have room to take everything, she focused on only her newest and most favorite clothes, not wanting to be a clothes hoarder in her new apartment, with her boyfriend. Wow, she had loved introducing Will as her boyfriend. It sent chills of happiness down her spine, and caused her to smile a big cheeky smile as she paused to relive the moment. Not to mention, he could very easily be her husband. That was an idea that still needed lots of planning and consideration though.

  “So, this is your bedroom?”

  Will was standing out of the way in her doorway watching her whirlwind packing performance.

  Noelle looked up with the dreamy smile still plastered on her face, and gazed at her extremely masculine boyfriend.

  “Yes, it is. A bit childish I suppose.”

  He came over and sat down on her twin size bed covered with a patchwork quilt.

  “Am I the first boyfriend to ever be up here in your bedroom?”

  “Yes, you are actually, and if my mother comes home and finds you here, you may be the last person to ever see me alive.” Noelle half-joked.

  The thought of her mother finding her here with Will as she packed made her uneasy and her momentary happiness was replaced by the urgency to leave.

  “Not so fast, Noelle.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s going to be okay, is what I mean. Your father is home. Your mother got along with me fine, and we’re moving today. If she comes home, I’ll take care of it. Okay?”

  Noelle laughed aloud. “You have no idea what you are putting yourself in, Mr. Will Martin.” She said it definitively. She was all for loving her man, and standing by him, but putting him in harm’s way when it could possibly be avoided was another thing, completely.

  “What are you afraid of?”

  “My mother completely embarrassing me and possibly scaring you off—so the very idea of being with me will send chills down your spine.”

  “Chills down my spine in a good way, I hope, Noelle.” She looked at him, mid-packing, and felt the prickling sensation of arousal as he walked over to her and grabbed her hips.

  “Your mother’s right, you know.”

  “What do you mean?” but she knew exactly what he meant.

  “You should never allow a man into your bedroom,” He said as his hand expertly slid her shorts off her and grasped her naked bottom. Will laid her out on her twin bed spreading her legs open. He possessively placed his hand on her pussy and she instantly gushed for him.

  “You have no idea how many times I fantasized about my husband finally finding me and having me like this for years as I lay in this wretched little bed,” Noelle said after she came as quietly as she could.

  “Oh, I think I can imagine.” Will undid his belt buckle, dropping trousers, exposing his exquisite abdominal muscles and his mammoth cock. “I’m going to have you, dear, here in your childhood bed, now. All right?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  And he quickly fucked her with her on her back, and he stood, bending over her and pulling out to come on her back. He looked over at the clock on her nightstand, and a total of five minutes had ticked by for the entire sexual fiasco.

  “Wow, that was fast.” Noelle smiled as she slipped back into her clothes and went back to her packing.

  “It was more about doing it than enjoying it.” Will said with his usual smile as he straightened up her bed for her.

  “Well, you are certainly efficient, Mr. Martin.” Noelle said with a face flush from orgasm.

  She hurried off to the bathroom to pee and get her bath things, and when she came back, Will had her luggage zipped up and at the bottom of the stairs.

  “Ready, dear?” he asked.

  “I guess so.” Noelle popped into a hall closet and grabbed her winter coats and boots, and then ran to the basement and piled her laundry into her college basket.

  Just as she was heading to the upstairs she heard her mother enter the house. She braced herself for a showdown, as her mother would not let her just walk out without saying something to mortify her.

  Noelle opened the stairwell door, popping into the kitchen to witness Will sitting down at the breakfast bar with her mother, and she noticed that her father was still in the living room with the television on probably wishing he had gone somewhere else.

  “Hi, Mom.”

  “Noelle, Will was just telling me that you’re moving in with him.”

  “Yes, I am. I’m all packed and we’re on our way out right now, actually.”

  “Noelle, you know how I feel about this. Why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free!”

  OMG, she did not just say that. But she did. Noelle, stood there, mortified, as she knew her mother would mortify her. She cursed their five minute sexual encounter, certain that if they had just left five minutes ago, this would not be happening right now.

  She looked over at Will and noticed he did not seem uncomfortable. Instead, he stood up next to Noelle and replied, “Mrs. Snow, I love your daughter, and I’m going to take care of her now. You can be assured that she will be safe and well taken care of, forever. We’re getting married.”

  Noelle’s mother gaped at him, dumbfounded perhaps, and then responded, “Noelle, don’t mess this up. He’s a keeper.”

  “Okay, Mom, I’ll try not to. Thanks.” And Mrs. Snow came over and gave both of them a hug good-bye.

  “Noelle, do you have all your things?”

  “Yes, Mom, I think I do.”

  “Well, I’ll call you if I find anything.”

  “Okay, thank you.” And Will carried her suitcases and trunk out to his car while her father continued to watch television in the living room.

  The radio blared “Love Song” by Tesla as they drove down her childhood road and out to their new place in Brighton.

  “That was surreal,” Noelle said as they held hands and she thought about how Will had tamed her angry mother.

  “What was?”

  “How you managed my mom.”

  “Oh, that was nothing.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I just told the truth, Noelle. There’s no need to lie. I love you and she needed to know that.”

  “Love is gonna find a way …” filled up the car and Noelle let herself give in to the rebirth that Will Martin had given her. A new love, a new life, new hopes, and new dreams.

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was Saturday afternoon and Will drove them straight to their new place to get started on putting it together, though they wouldn’t be officially moving in until the month was up. It was a big, beautiful Victorian. It still had the original woodwork, stained glass windows, grand staircases, pocket doors, wrap porch, and a tower. Its only drawback was its location. Run-down Brighton.

  “This place is gorgeous!” Noelle exclaimed as Will drove his black 1972 Pontiac GTO into the driveway of the old building that had a wood plaque hanging out front that read:

  Joseph Martin, Esq.

  Real Estate and Estate Planning

  Will flipped through his keys and let them in through a side door off the porch. They walked up a narrow flight of stairs that might have been created for the help back when the home was buil
t for the tycoon who had become the mayor of Brighton in the early 1900s. At the top of the stairs was a security pad to the apartment’s only entrance. Will punched in a code he had registered that morning, “BeautifulNoelle111!” and then turned the lock with another key.

  Inside, it had been remodeled in contrast to the Victorian exterior to have an open floor plan to accommodate a small family, not a mini maid brigade in the attic.

  It was a two bedroom apartment with a walnut and ivory kitchen with bone colored countertops and a black and white checkered floor that opened to a living and dining space with the original hardwood floors in good condition, high ceilings that Noelle assumed would be cold in the winter, a fireplace, a sitting area in the tower, and a hall to two bedrooms with six paneled doors and a huge tiled bathroom with a pedestal sink and a claw foot tub.

  “Wow.” Noelle walked about looking up at the light fixtures and stained glass. “This is really big, and charming.”

  “I’m glad you like it. It’s our home.” He wrapped his arms around Noelle and she happily jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  “Good girl.” He said while holding her bottom. He walked from room to room carrying her, hard with arousal as she clung to him, looking at the apartment from the erotic protection of his embrace. The rooms were empty save for some junky furniture left behind by the previous tenant that Will determined would need to be removed.

  “We’ll have to clean this place, and furnish it before we spend the night,” He said.

  “At least it already has curtains.” Noelle pointed to the extremely tall windows in the tower. She was grateful they wouldn’t have to try to dress them noting the heavy velvet drapes would help with the cold in the wintertime.

  Will clenched on his biscuit’s bottom and she moved herself on him to signal she knew her place and she was happy to be in it.

  He walked her out of the apartment and down the steps, and then used a different key to let them in the front door, now a law office, filled with heavy, dark wood paneled walls, tufted chairs, and leather bound books, offset by computers and polished desks.