Endless Love: Novella (Elite Heirs of Manhattan #6)

3. Noah

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NOAH

T he second my eyes opened the morning after the fire, I would’ve sworn I smelled smoke.

Two days until the so-called Wedding of the Decade, and the brides had nothing to wear. They had spent hours crying last night, with all of us gathered together in the great room to comfort them.

Amazing how quickly things had changed from the happy, almost hectic energy before dinner.

We had only fallen asleep after showering, where we washed our hair twice to get rid of the stench of smoke, then collapsed into bed. Sienna was too heartsick for anything else, and I couldn’t pretend the fire hadn’t shaken me, hearing the girls cry, not to mention our moms, mine included.

“Are you awake?” I barely heard Sienna’s sleepy mumble, half-muffled by the pillow she’d bunched up under her head. She had her back to me with a sheet loosely draped over her bare body. How many times had I seen her this way? And she never failed to make my dick stir.

“How did you know without looking?” I asked, running a finger down her back. So perfect, all mine.

“Your breathing changed.” She rolled over, her body half covering mine. Her thick, dark hair puddled on my chest while she sought my kiss. “You think I don’t have every part of you cataloged, Goldsmith?”

“You make me sound like a work project.” I kissed her forehead, nose, and fingertips once she finished running a hand down my cheek.

Her laughter was soft, sexy. “We’ve already done that, remember?” she whispered, sliding her leg over mine and conjuring up all kinds of ideas. “Look where it got us.”

“Are you complaining?” I took her left hand in mine, admiring the sparkling diamond ring that had taken me weeks to choose. There I was, the man at the head of a real estate empire, someone who regularly made multi-million-dollar decisions, unable to decide which ring my fiancée would like the best.

Ever the ballbuster, she replied, “Not yet.”

Her smirk faded fast, though, once she noticed the clock on the nightstand. “Damn. Aren’t you guys supposed to be on the yacht by nine? It’s quarter to eight. We’d better get moving.”

“I guess so.” Colton had chartered a yacht with the idea of the guys going fishing. I had to wonder whether anyone would feel like fishing after last night, but sitting around feeling shitty wouldn’t change anything. “And I guess you girls will…”

She wrinkled her nose. “Look for dresses and hope there’s something suitable. Yeah. Pretty much.” Rolling away, she added, “Wait a second. I almost forgot.”

I hated watching her do this, but it wouldn’t be much longer before we could tell everybody the good news. It didn’t seem right, making the announcement now, stealing focus from the people who mattered most this weekend.

She slid the platinum and diamond ring over her finger, reaching over me to nestle it snuggly in the velvet-lined box on the nightstand. “I can’t wait to show everybody,” she murmured, smiled at the ring, then turned that smile on me.

How did I ever live without her? How did I live without this? Something as simple as brushing her long, dark locks over her shoulder so I could press my lips to the bare skin I revealed. It was warm and soft, and it carried the scent of her perfume. Something by Dior which she could wear forever as far as I was concerned. I would have bought her a lifetime supply if I didn’t know it would lose its scent over time.

Her smile didn’t last long. “It won’t be easy trying to stay happy and positive today.” With her hand on my chest, she propped her chin on top, sighing.

I ran my fingers through her hair, something that always calmed her. “It’s not your responsibility to keep everybody happy,” I gently reminded her. I didn’t want to seem cold, like I didn’t care. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but I was just as shaken by what we found in the village last night as she was. A reminder that everything could go up in smoke at any time. We were lucky. We could replace whatever we lost.

But some things couldn’t be replaced, could they? That store represented a hell of a lot of work for Colton, and now it was gone along with the gowns Aria and Valentina had chosen to wear on the biggest day of their lives. It fucking sucked, putting it mildly, and of course, it would put a damper on the whole event.

“What do you think you’ll do? Go back to the city?” I asked, still combing my fingers through her hair, noticing how her eyes slowly closed, and a look of satisfaction softened her frown.

“I heard your dad say something last night about having assistants bring out whatever they could pull from storage for the sake of finding something new. The bridesmaids’ dresses, I’m not as worried about,” she confessed. “There were other choices we liked just as much. But the bridal gowns were one-of-a-kind. It’s heartbreaking.”

“I know. But trust me,” I told her, trying to smile for her sake. “They have a shit ton of dresses to choose from. Dad would move Heaven and Earth to make sure the twins have what they need, and you know Magnus would pay anything for extra seamstresses to do the alterations. It’ll be fine. What’s a wedding without a little drama?”

“Don’t you dare say that.” She gave my chest a soft, playful slap. “It’s going to be our turn sometime, right? I don’t want any drama.”

“We’ll have the most boring wedding in the history of weddings,” I promised, kissing her forehead. “Guests will be falling asleep during the ceremony.”

“Shut up!” She was giggling as I rolled her over, kissing her neck, groping whatever I could reach.

“We were supposed to be getting up, weren’t we?” she reminded me while draping a leg over mine, pulling me closer to her heat.

“Yeah, and somebody’s up.” Taking her hand, I closed it around my stiff cock. Her touch was electric, sending ripples of heat through me and turning desire into desperate, panting need with every stroke.

“But I thought we were in a hurry…” She loved to tease me, and of course, she would choose a moment like this when I was rock hard and looking to bury my dick in her to play innocent.

“I’m still in a hurry,” I confessed, thrusting into her fist, savoring the feel of her touch. “My priorities have shifted, is all.”

“Oh, really? And what do you think you’re going to do now?” She couldn’t continue to play games when I pulled her nipple between my lips, rolling my tongue around it in slow circles until she arched her back and purred like a kitten. She was no match for me when I knew exactly how and where to touch her.

I had cataloged everything about her too—how much pressure and when to back off a little to draw out her pleasure. It was a point of pride—a personal goal—playing her body the way a master played his instrument.

“Just like that…” She sighed, running her fingers through my hair, holding my head in place. “God, you make me so wet.”

My cock surged, and I groaned when the pressure was almost too much to handle. “That’s because I know what your pussy needs,” I reminded her, turning my attention to the other nipple, going back and forth so she was writhing, legs spread in silent offering.

Lifting my head, I gazed down the length of her body as I pulled the sheet away. She was nothing short of perfection, smooth and glowing in the morning sun. We both shuddered as I indulged in her silky skin, running my hand over her thigh until I reached the curve of her ass. Goose bumps rose at my touch and she shivered, whimpering softly as I draped her leg over my shoulder.

I could smell her arousal, and my lips hadn’t even touched her glistening mound. Her pretty pussy was neatly shaved, her juices already flowing, leaving a small wet spot on the sheet. “What am I going to do with all of this?” I growled, inhaling deeply, pulling her essence into my lungs. I needed her, all of her, all the time. There was no life without this, without her.

“You got me wet,” she reasoned with a throaty, breathless chuckle. “You should clean me up.”

“What do you know? I was thinking the same thing.” Our eyes met for one long, silent moment before I descended, delved through her folds, used my tongue to part her lips, and lapped up every drop of her exquisite nectar.

“Oh God!” She gasped, hips lifting as her body took over, demanding what it needed. I gave it to her just the way she liked it, running my tongue over her clit, flicking the tip until her breathing went harsh, frantic. That was my cue to slow down—her frustrated whine didn’t do her any favors.

“Let me come,” she whispered, pulled my head closer, and ground her pussy against my face.

She knew better than that. All it would get her was more frustration since I slowed to the point my tongue barely moved. I gazed across her body, past her heaving tits, and into her blazing eyes. “Let me come,” she begged.

Her head hit the pillow, and she growled louder when I shook my head, chuckling, then I went back to work. I was in no hurry now, not when she was writhing and needy like this. My kickass, brilliant fiancée who took shit from nobody was begging me like her life depended on it. Everything else could wait.

As usual, she found a way to turn the tables. “At least let me suck your dick while you do this,” she suggested, pushing herself up on her elbows.

Now, that got my attention. There wasn’t much else in the world that could have convinced me to lift my head away from her sweet aroma. “If you insist…” I rolled onto my back, my dick dripping with excitement that only got more intense when Sienna hovered over my face, inches from my mouth. I took her hips in my hands and pulled her down so I could thrust my tongue inside her dripping cunt.

“Oh, fuck yes.” She sighed. The touch of her tongue to my swollen head wiped out all conscious thought. There was nothing to do but feel her mouth sliding down the length of my shaft. She massaged me with her tongue while I fucked her with mine, groping her ass, reaching between us to fondle her tits while her head bobbed.

I couldn’t keep up with the sensations as all of my senses were assaulted—smell, taste, hearing, and touch. It wasn’t easy to focus on what I was doing to her while she expertly worked my cock, increased the pressure, and used her hand to cover what her mouth couldn’t take.

It was when she started to grind, hard and determined, that I knew she was getting close. “You’re so good to my cock,” I whispered, replacing my tongue with a pair of fingers which I slid deep into her dripping heat, quivering hole. The slightest brush against her G-spot made her cry out around me, bearing down and sucking harder.

“That’s right,” I urged, finger fucking her tight pussy while she writhed and moaned. “A good girl gets to come the way she wants to. Is that what you want? You want to come for me?”

She released me, gasping, as she whispered, “Yes! Yes, so close… just like that…” She pushed back against me faster until a rush of fresh warmth coated my knuckles, and she came until her legs shook. All I could do was hold on, lost in fascination at the sight of what I could do to her.

But there was still the matter of my very hard, aching dick to deal with. “Now,” I ordered, caressed her ass and gave it a slap. “See what you can do with my cock inside you. Let me watch you ride me.”

There was no better sight in the world. Nothing I craved more than watching her fall apart with me inside her. She wasted no time, turning around and throwing a shaky leg over me. “I love you,” she breathed out, staring deep into my eyes as she guided me into her tight, welcoming heat.

“Fuck, yeah.” I ran my hands over her, intoxicated at the feel of her warm body while her tight pussy gripped me, milking and inviting me to fill her.

I watched, entranced as her head fell back, mouth hung open in pure, mindless bliss. She set a slow, sensual rhythm, rolled her hips while her pussy gripped every inch of me and sent a shudder down my spine. It wasn’t enough to watch her firm tits swing. I had to take them in my hands, both of us groaning when she picked up her pace.

“That’s it. Ride my cock.” I groaned, thrusted upward, and watched between us as I disappeared inside her again and again. “Fuck, baby. Taking my cock so good,” I praised, pulled her onto me, and ground her against me. “Make yourself come. I want to feel you dripping around me. Show me how you need it.”

“Mmm… Noah,” she whispered, leaned on my chest, and ground her clit against my base. “So close… it’s so good.”

“Give it to me.” My hands slid over her ass, up her back, while her whimpers turned to something more—high-pitched as she rocked her hips faster until she went still and gripped me so tight my teeth ground together.

I couldn’t hold back, not that I wanted to, and let myself follow her into oblivion. Shockwaves rolled over me, and pleasure radiated through my limbs until I went as limp as Sienna, who was now draped on top of me in a breathless heap.

“Well…” She released a soft laugh that made her breath fan across my sweat-damp skin. “That’s a good way to start the day. I might be able to get through it with a genuinely positive attitude after coming like that.”

“I aim to please.” Her thick hair slid through my fingers when I brushed it away from her face to kiss her. “And everything will turn out fine. Keep reminding yourself of that. In the end, the fire won’t be anything but a footnote.”

“One day, we’ll look back on this and laugh,” she mused with a smirk. “Right?”

“Something like that, smart-ass.” I smacked the ass in question, easing her off me. “Now, we need to get moving. I don’t need Colton barging in here, wanting to know why I’m holding up the excursion he planned.”

Sienna only snorted and rolled away with a soft laugh. “He’s acting more and more like Dad all the time. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Don’t worry,” I assured her on my way to the shower. “I’ll save it for the next time he needs his balls busted and pretend it came from me.”