Chapter 32 Brad
Brad
“You're lying!” Noah slams his hand on his stomach, laughing like there’s no tomorrow.
“I'm serious! Managed to grow my hair a little longer than yours. I even had a leather jacket.” I run my hand down my face as the memories flash through my mind.
"I'm going to need to see a picture of this," Noah chuckles.
“While all my classmates were rocking frosted tips and muscle shirts, I was all about that grunge life, baby. Mom and dad were thrilled. Lasted about a week before they made me buzz my hair off.”
“I knew I saw something in you. Me and you would’ve been great friends.” He shakes his head, lounging back on the couch. Arms spread along the edge.
I lick my lips, leaning back too. “We would’ve gotten into trouble.”
Noah raises his eyebrows and nods his head. “Oh, only the best kind.” Lust dripping off his tone.
This makes me think deeper than I probably should right now.
The fact is, today was so much fun that it hurts.
Being carefree, without the shadow of my guilt hanging around us.
We could just…be. And, our natural state is fucking fun.
But not just fun—easy, too. Like, we don’t have to think. We just…move and it’s right.
It’s frightening how much I don’t want to lose it.
“You want to see something cool?” I ask him.
He sits up, nodding his head excitedly.
“Wait right there.” I run up the stairs, and make a beeline for my closet. Once I put a few things together, I run back downstairs.
Noah’s jaw drops once he sees what I’m carrying. With a portable record player under one arm and a box full of records under the other. I set both on the ground and get to work making it come together. Haven’t whipped this out in ages.
“Oh shit! This is so cool.” Noah rushes over, meeting me on the ground. “I’ve never played around with one before.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “Seriously?” I find that surprising, but I don’t push. Instead, I search through my box of vinyl and flip through for a specific album.
“When I was your age, I used to go to as many concerts as I possibly could,” I explain.
“Afterward, I’d collect the CDs as keepsakes.
But vinyl… vinyl was my obsession. Stopping at vinyl shops, flipping through collections for hours, feeling the different weights, seeing the colors, experiencing the sound in a whole new way—that was my thing. ”
Noah’s eyes glisten. “Why don’t you still collect them? You definitely should,” he insists.
I smile at his eagerness. “You make me want to restart everything.”
“You’re still young. Why not?” He shrugs his shoulders. "Can we go check out a store together?"
Fuck. He’s perfect.
Right then, the record player starts playing and a thunderous sound booms from the speakers I’ve hooked up.
“Oh shit!” Noah bursts out, covering his ears.
I quickly turn it down, and look at the baby monitor on top of the mantel.
Seeing a few red dots, showing me Paislee was disturbed.
I rest my finger over my lips to tell Noah to remain quiet, and thankfully after a few seconds, the red dots settle back down to green, until there’s none at all.
We’re good.
I let out a breathless sigh, and turn the music up to a reasonable amount.
“This is honestly amazing.” He gasps, flipping through the stack. Pulling out a few he knows, and flipping them around to see the back.
“You can keep them,” I insist.
Noah’s eyes widen, clearly taken back. “What? No. These are yours.”
“I want you to have them,” I say. His face is too beautiful. I want to give him everything.
He laughs, shaking his head. “Why don’t we share them? We can listen to them together.”
This makes me beam. I nod my head, liking that decision. I love music and getting to share it with him feels so fucking good.
“Have you ever heard of Audioslave?” I ask, taking out their album.
Noah shakes his head.
“I can show you my favorite song.” I find Like a Stone quickly and start bobbing my head along with the beat. “Prepare to fall in love with rock and roll.”
His eyes sparkle as he chuckles. “You need a good air instrument to rock out to this. It’s the only way.”
I oblige, strumming my fake bass along to the beat. This makes him laugh even harder.
“Come on, I can’t do this alone.” I stand up.
Without a thought, he hops up and surprises me by joining in at the chorus, but he’s on the imaginary drums, swinging his hair back and forth dramatically just like all the rockers would.
I can’t help but burst out laughing. This silly side of him intrigues me even more so than his nonchalant side. Realization hits me. I don’t think there’s been a side to him that I haven’t liked.
I cup the back of his neck, drawing him in until our foreheads press together. His frantic movements melt into mine, and we sway slowly to the beat, bodies aligning in a rhythm all our own. Our breaths mingle, warm and uneven, as our noses brush and his pulse hums against mine.
His hands trace up my arms, lingering, then drift back down, teasing the curve of my waist, while mine sink into the small of his back, pulling him impossibly closer.
This is so wildly different than all the times we’ve held each other close. This is slow. Intimate. My heart thrums out of my chest. My control is slipping, just as it always does around him.
His lips pass over mine, drifting over them so delicately. But we don’t lock lips. Instead, he tilts his head so I can kiss down his neck. Breathing him in, I suddenly understand why Vampires are a thing. I want to taste him. All of him. It scares me how much.
I open my mouth and do just that. Licking his soft skin, he tastes like the sun. I hold onto him tighter, bringing my hands up to his cheeks, making him look at me.
He’s breathless too. I can see the lust written all over his face. He wants this as badly as I do.
And fuck, do I want it bad.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, breath choppy and scattered. “I’ll do it.”
I swallow deeply. If he only fucking knew what I wanted. “Everything,” I answer, truthfully.
He nods his head. “I can do that.”
Needing no more encouragement, I connect my lips to him faster than I can blink.
Threading my fingers in his hair, I devour everything he’s willing to give me.
***
We’re stripping off shirts and shorts up the stairs, like we can’t get naked fast enough.
We head to Noah’s room which only makes my stomach flip harder. I’m in his space. Surrounded by all things Noah, and that just ignites my heat for him even more. It’s like my personal heaven.
Clothes on the floor, drooping bands and movie posters cover the walls. Black bedsheets I’m determined to mess up and action figures I’m definitely going to tease him about after this.
He grips at my waist, as I slip out of my socks. Finally, the last pieces of clothing keeping us apart. Placing the baby monitor on Noah’s dresser, I’m officially ready for what he’s going to give me.
Throwing myself down on the bed, he follows me instantly, covering my body with his. His soft skin lights up all my nerves as he ruts against me.
His tongue explores my mouth as he runs his hands up and down my chest like he can’t ever get enough.
I twist us, rolling him on his back so I can be on top.
Opening my eyes, I see the smile beaming on his face.
“You like that, huh?” I pant, smoothing his hair back off his face.
He nods. “I like when you take what you want.”
I smirk, trailing kisses down his tattooed chest. “What if I want it all?”
“You can have that too,” he pants.
Studying his skin more closely, I take in the inked artwork—an assortment of animals surrounded by nature. I press long, deep kisses across his chest as my hands wander south.
His stomach clenches. “Shit, Brad. It’s been awhile since…you know.”
I stop kissing and prop myself up on my hand so I can look down at him.
“Since you last had sex?”
He nods his head, shyly. Pink flushing his cheeks. I rub it softly with my thumb.
“How long?” Jealousy floods through me. I can’t imagine…no, I won’t imagine someone else with him. I grip his bedsheets preparing for the blow.
“Since you,” he says, ashamed, looking down. “I couldn’t…”
My eyes widen, instant relief cooling me down. “You haven’t had sex since that summer?”
His eyes pinch before he drops his head back on the bed, covering his eyes with his forearm.
“I just thought you should know, because I got tested and…I wanted you to know that I’m all clear.”
I bite back my smile as I grip his arm, moving it off of him. “I haven’t had sex since then either.”
His eyes widen. “What!?” He gasps. “But you, and my mom. You guys haven’t…for that long!?”
I can’t hold it in. I laugh, smothering my mouth with his shoulder, groaning my embarrassment. “She must hate me. I mean…we’ve tried, but…unsuccessfully. I just…couldn’t.” I look back at him, hoping he can see my honesty.
“So…if you haven’t…and I haven’t…”
I nod slowly. “And I got tested not too long ago and I’m all clear too…” I wanted to make sure if I had any sudden urges with Noah, I wouldn’t need to hold back.
“Then that means…” He opens his hips further, opening himself up to me. I look down to see his thick dick resting on his stomach.
“It means,” I push my fingers in my mouth, soaking them up as much as I can before circling his hole gently. “I’m going to own you."
His eyes close as he moans, arching his back. “Oh fuck, yes. I like the sound of that.” He grabs onto his dick, giving it a light stroke.
I’d normally swat his hand away but this time, I’ll allow it.
Not just because it looks insanely hot. But, also because I love it when he loses himself to me.
I love control, but even more than that, I love when Noah succumbs to his pure, unfiltered, need for me.
No mask or need to play a part. It’s the rawest form of him and I’ve craved it so much.