38. Chapter 38
Chapter 38
Stella
" I t's going to be alright," Noah told me again as we stood outside Noble Fair, the restaurant where there was a holiday charity dinner a couple of weeks before Christmas—which was fine; what was not acceptable was that my father and stepmother would be there. I didn't want to go, but Noah bought two dinner seats because Savannah society was crap, and you had to do things you didn't want to do.
"Why are we here again?" I didn't budge, all but clawing his forearm as I held on to it. "The only good thing about tonight is seeing you in a suit."
We were late because when he stood there, looking sexy as hell, putting his cufflinks on, I lost it. Before I could stop myself, I was on my knees, unzipping and unbuttoning, then pulling him out. His hands immediately were in my hair, yanking the pins out and digging in, which is why I left my hair loose instead of a carefully coiffed chignon.
I took him in my hand, stroked his hardening length, while I licked the head, tasting his precum.
" Fuck, yeah, " he groaned.
I wrapped my lips around him, and took him deep in my mouth so he could feel the head of his cock brush against the back of my throat.
His grip on my hair tightened. He took over from me, pushing inside, pulling out, setting the pace. I didn't mind. Hell, I liked it. I liked everything we did in bed, but seeing Noah lose it was stunning.
His head was thrown back in pleasure, and he looked like a god whom I was there to serve.
He pulled out once, then twice so I could breathe. And then he yanked himself out and gave me his balls. "Suck me, baby. Suck me like the slut you are."
I took them in my mouth, and his groans were almost feral.
I knew what he needed. He had been teaching me, and I loved how easy it is with him. How unfettered I was. How abandoned.
I grabbed his ass, and moved a finger over his crease.
"God." He was all set to lose control, knowing what I was about to do.
I rubbed around his hole, and pushed my finger in as I increased the pressure on his cock. He exploded, spilling into my mouth, and over my lips.
I immediately pulled away. "Damn it, Noah."
"What? What?" He was disoriented.
"Inside my mouth. Not on my dress."
I got up hurriedly, my goal was to save my dress. I didn't want to have to find something else to wear.
Was the guy feeling bad for me? Hell, no. He was laughing out loud.
"What the hell is so funny?" I demanded as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wiping my face with a towel, and making sure I didn't have his cum on my dress.
"You are, Sweet. You can't give me a blow job, stick your finger in my ass, and expect me to have a clean, quiet orgasm."
It was the best reason to be late for a party I didn't want to attend anyway.
"Noah, Stella," a familiar voice from behind us said, and I wanted to scream. Could this evening get any worse?
We turn to see Eden with a date. She introduced us to him, but I didn't register him. She was all gooey and lovey-dovey with Noah. After the stunt she pulled, I couldn't believe that she thought she could stand here being social and superficial.
We entered the restaurant together, and I could almost hear the gossip mill churning, soaking up every juicy detail about Noah, Eden, and me being at the same party, along with Eden's date.
Noah kept a hand on the small of my back, his gesture possessive.
"Noah, darlin', we need to catch up," Eden smirked when we bumped into some other guests.
Noah didn't miss a beat. "I'm afraid the kind of catchin' up you want to do is not acceptable to my fiancée."
Her face went pale. The older couple next to us turned to look at Noah in shock and awe. Another couple with them also turned, but they were grinning wide.
"Darling Stella, you look stunning." Betsy Rhodes gave me a big hug and kissed me on both my cheeks. I was in a blue and white chiffon dress that was roomy and comfortable, while being elegant. Bonus? It came with pockets!
"You know my fiancé, Noah Carter."
"Yes, yes." Atticus Rhodes, Gabe's father, shook Noah's hand.
They ignored Eden, who knew on which side her Savannah society bread was buttered. "Betsy, how are you?"
Betsy smiled coolly at Eden. "You have a date with you, darlin', and I'm most distressed with how you were hittin' on an engaged man." She said it in a whisper as if she was trying to not let people hear. She hadn't succeeded, because more than a few looked at Betsy, and then Eden in shock.
"Betsy, I wouldn't ever do that," Eden exclaimed.
Betsy Rhodes was the queen of Savannah of Society. If you wanted entry, you didn't fuck with her.
"Just be careful," Betsy continued as if she was a kind-hearted adult trying to teach Eden her manners, "you don't want people to get the wrong idea."
Not wanting to engage with Betsy, Eden scrambled away with her date. The older couple gave Noah a disparaging glare and walked away as well.
"Now, that was fun," Betsy said mischievously. "You know, Noah, I think you and I are going to get along just fine. Atticus, dear, why don't you escort Stella while I get to know Noah better. Nina has told me so much about you."
Atticus took me to the bar, and I watched Betsy with Noah.
"She's whittling his dick down to a smaller size, ain't she?"
"Oh, yeah, she wants to make sure he's good enough for you," Atticus said appreciatively. "You've got to give it to my wife. She knows how to cut someone down to size with a smile. It's a rare skill and always a pleasure to watch."
Aurora and Gabe joined us, and Atticus wrapped his daughter-in-law in a warm hug.
I loved to see how Aurora was close to her in-laws. She hadn't grown up with much family, but now, through Gabe, his lovely parents and brother were also hers.
By the time Noah got to our table, I expected him to look a little worse for wear, but he seemed to have enjoyed his time with Betsy. I had a feeling he'd charmed her off her feet as only he was able to do.
It took me a moment to realize that I was enjoying myself. Genuinely. I had Noah to thank for this. He helped me come out of my shell and find myself again.
I watched him as I sat at our table. He was talking to Lev and Dom, a drink in hand.
"Well?" Luna commented as she saw I was staring at Noah, almost daydreaming.
"I'm happy," I giggled. " Wow !"
"Why do you sound so surprised?" Luna was amused.
"I never expected to be happy," I admitted. "I thought I'd be content with my life, but he's made me feel true joy."
Luna stroked my arm. "You deserve it, Stella."
The evening was going so well, but all good things come to an end, and they did when I ran into my father and Whitney, or rather, they came to find me.
After the bland "hello, how are you" chit-chat, Whitney did what she'd always done. "You should tie your hair up, Stella. This is a formal event."
"I had tied my hair up, but then I gave Noah a blowjob, and he messed up my updo." I didn't even bother to see if anyone could overhear me. I had a few people in my life whose opinions mattered, and Baron and Whitney Hunt were not them.
"What?" Whitney spluttered.
"Behave yourself, Stella," my father admonished.
"This is who I am, so if you don't like it, keep walking and find someone else to talk to."
"Is this how you treat your father?" Whitney raged.
Before I could tell her what she could do with her anger, I felt Noah surround me from the back. "Baron, Whitney," he murmured, kissing my cheek softly.
"Control your fiancée," Baron gritted out. He was looking around to make sure no one would hear him scold his grown-ass daughter.
"Nah, she's fine the way she is."
"You have no idea what she just said," Whitney lamented.
"What did you say, Sweet?"
"Whitney commented on my hair not being up, and I said that you messed up my do when I gave you a blowjob."
I felt the laughter rumble through him. "It was damn good head."
"Oh my God." Whitney paled.
"Not into oral?" Noah deadpanned.
My father shook his head in disgust. "Noah, you were always trash…just like your father and your sister. I just can't stand it that my child is involved with you."
"You've treated me like trash enough that you should've expected it." I tried to pull away from Noah, my anger bigger than my strength.
He held on to me easily and murmured, "Easy now, tiger."
"How dare you call his family trash? When it's you who exploited a sixteen-year-old? And if you don't want me to plaster that around the gossip columns, don't you ever dare talk to my fiancé like that again."
Dismissing them, Noah turned me so I'd face him, not caring who was watching. He kissed me, first softly, and then profoundly.
"Get a room," I heard Lev groan.
"Yeah, and this time, no fuckin' videos," Luna shot back.
I glared at her.
"Too soon?" Luna cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah too soon," I clipped in good humor.
"What can I say? I'm the Queen of Too Soon."
"I thought too soon was your new boyfriend, Luna," Dom smirked.
"Fuck you, Dom."
I stood with Noah and listened to my friends bicker good-naturedly.
"We should get a room," I suggested when Noah rocked his hips against mine. We were like sex maniacs, fucking like bunnies. But we had lost time to make up. Eventually, we'd slow down like all couples did, but for now, I was happy to let my hormones rule.
"You know, we have a whole house, and with Neveah gone…."
"I've always wanted to try the kitchen counter," I said, grinning.
"The gazebo," Noah said.
"Maybe we can do both."
"Yeah, Sweet, we have all the time in the world."
Life couldn't have been better. The good that filled my heart made each day with Noah better. And because the universe was a bitch, a few days into the New Year, our lives were turned upside.