Chapter 6
SIX
Christ, I’ve missed this.
Nothing quite compares to watching the way my words make Emma’s heart race. The flush on her face replacing her sullen expression.
Because of me. That’s what she’d said. She didn’t want me to think badly of her.
As if a devil could judge an angel?
“Baby,” I croon against her neck, lowering my body over hers, making sure not to nudge her ankle. I flex my hand over the wrists gathered in my palm, a gentle reminder. I’m taking the lead now. “How about this? You let me help your body sing again, okay? No, games. Just me and you.”
Her breath is shallow, eyes fluttering as I drag my mouth along her jawline up to her temple, leaving shadows of kisses along the way.
She tries to turn her head to the side to meet mine but I pull back, releasing her hands and sliding under the blanket with her.
“Hold this,” I direct, guiding her grip to the edge of the blanket so that I can crawl lower without it catching.
“See? There are no cameras in your room, Em.
If there were, this would still be hidden.
Nobody can see what I'm about to do but you.”
She nods, hanging on my words as I slip lower, until it’s just me, Emma’s soft thighs, and her familiar shiver as my hands press them to the side. The long shirt she’s worn to bed—Jesse’s, the fucking dickhead—covers her cotton underwear, and I push it up her body to gather above her hips.
“Noah?” Her voice shakes from above the blanket.
“Yeah, baby?” I rest my head against her thigh and trace the outline of her panties with my thumb, making her jump.
She swallows. “I’m sorry I believed them.”
Good girl. I kiss her clit above the fabric and she mewls. “It’s alright. I understand.”
My hands trail from her hips to underneath her, raising her ass slightly as I continue my muted teasing of her clit through her underwear. Her hips rock slightly as my hands grip the seam of her panties and slowly tear, until they’re a tattered mess I can pull from her and toss to the floor.
Emma stiffens now that the obstacle is gone, my warm breath on her pussy holding her hostage.
“Tell me you trust me,” I say, locking my hands underneath her thighs, and holding them in place. Emma tends to squeeze them together as her orgasm approaches, and like fuck is she locking me out today. “Tell me you trust Jesse.”
Her hips roll slightly, seeking my mouth. “I do, I promise.”
“You know we’ll take care of you, right?” I exhale warm air right on her clit, then turn to kiss her thigh again.
She tenses. “Yes. I know, I swear I do.”
“That’s right, Em.” I flick my tongue across her clit, so lightly it could never give her relief. “If nobody else in this fucked up world has your back, my family does. You understand that?”
“Please, Noah,” she whines, rolling up to seek my tongue.
“Say it.”
“I do, I understand. I won’t try to leave again, I promise.”
“That’s right,” I confirm, taking her clit into my mouth. Her moan is almost comically loud, but I could give a fuck less. Let them all hear how she sounds with me.
She’s mine. Mind, body, and soul.
I stroke her with my tongue, my hands draping her legs over my shoulders.
I’ve missed her shivers, the way her small hand tangles in my hair, mussing it further.
My tongue traces her seam, then teases her opening, feeling it flutter as I do.
She lets go, giving herself over to the pleasure until it’s hard to hold her squirming body in place.
Plunging inside her, she flexes, trying to force an orgasm that my leisurely tongue-fucking won’t allow. I haven’t tasted her in a week, we can drag this out all night until I've gotten my fill of her.
Her injured ankle tightens on my back, and she flinches. A change in position should keep her from hurting herself, so I sit up, the blanket falling to hang on my shoulders, as I press her thighs all the way back to the sheets.
She’s a fucking vision, her strawberry blonde locks violently strewn across the dark bed.
My hand takes over, as I devour the sight of her. Those warm eyes, her mouth, slightly opened as she tries to figure out what I’ll do next. I push the large shirt up, and her dusky nipples harden in the cooler air.
Now it’s my turn to pause, to appreciate the beautiful woman I have here. That she’s decided she still trusts me.
My thumb circles her clit, and I dip one finger to her entrance, teasing it. “Next time you start to feel like this, Em, you come to me. Understood?”
Her hips make small gyrating circles against my touch, and she nods quickly.
It’s cute, but I’m not playing right now. “I’m serious. If you feel like you need help, like your mind is getting heavy, I need to know you will come to me. It’s not something I ever want you to feel alone with.”
Her honey eyes blink up at me and she sees right through my words. All the way through to when I couldn’t save someone. I’ll be damned if I lose her too.
“Yeah, Noah. I promise,” she says within a shaky breath. Her hand reaches out for me, curling into my hair, and pulling me down to her. Settling at her side, I watch her as my hand teases.
“Good,” I say, dipping my finger in as a reward. “It won’t be like this forever, Em. You have so much ahead of you.”
She drinks in my words, hands fisting the sheets.
Stroking her from the inside, I dip my head to take her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue to tease and swirl around the hard peak. Emma shudders, and I slip a second finger inside her.
My teeth graze her heated skin, trailing my slick mouth to suck a hickey at the curve of her breast. “Emma, I want you to tell me about the future. Tell me what you want it to look like.” I curl my fingers inside her, and relish in her cry.
“And if you stop talking before you come, you won’t get to. ”
Her eyes narrow, but her pussy clenches around my fingers, betraying her. Her body gets off on the directions, the orders. On my control.
“Now, Em,” I growl, tilting her head back so I can suck on her neck.
“Ah, Noah,” she moans, as I work her body. “What do you want me to say?”
“Tell me your fairy tale,” I suggest. “If you could do anything.”
She pauses, pulling my mouth to hers for a searing kiss.
“Don’t try to distract me, Angel,” I coo, pausing the circles on her clit.
She whimpers into my mouth and my cock grows impossibly hard at the sound. “Books, maybe? I want to read with Bo.”
“Boring,” I tease, picking back up on the movements. “Keep going.”
“I’ll have a little cottage,” she moans, sucking on my bottom lip. “With my flowers. And birds.”
“Of course.”
“Maybe I’ll start painting, or go to school. I’d be a teacher.”
A teacher. It fits her, and I don’t know why it’s so hot but it is. “What else?” I curl my fingers again until she tightens with a strangled shout. Fuck yes, I hit it again, then again.
“And we’d be there, all of us.” Her voice is a whisper, and I freeze.
“We could go anywhere. Together. Us and Bo and Jesse.” Her hips roll like they have a mind of their own, but tears trail her face as if she’s barely holding it together. A woman at odds with where she is and where she wants to be.
“We will,” I say, and my voice breaks on the promise.
Maybe it’s that she wants to build something with me, or because she’s brave enough to tell me what she wants, even though it’s scary. Somehow saying the words out loud put a target on their back.
“We will.” I say again, stronger.
“Please, Noah,” Emma begs, and I harshly take her mouth with mine. A burning, devastating kiss that syncs with the way my fingers slide into that magic spot that makes her shake, makes her every muscle tense.
“Oh my god,” she says, her voice barely registering as she crests and breaks on my hand.
It’s a sight I’ll remember until the day I fucking die.
My beautiful girl. Fractured, but stronger than before.
It’s what I needed to see to keep going, to keep fighting.
The color in her cheeks, the breath in her lungs. Those fuck-me eyes melting beneath me.
I pull my hand from her soaking center, curling a finger against her thigh to catch some of the arousal dripping down it.
“Oh, Angel,” I say softly, and she watches, eyes wide, as I lift it for us both to see.
“All this for me?” I ask her, my mouth curling slightly as she flushes again when I suck both fingers into my mouth.
She swallows, chest heaving as she watches me.
My head drops to the crook of her shoulder, nuzzling against her neck. Suddenly I can’t get close enough. “Things might be hard soon, Em. But you won’t be alone, okay? We’ll get you ready for whatever comes next.
She nods, brushing her thumb along my cheekbone. The lightest, honey sweet kiss meets my lips. It feels too pure for me, the dark, flawed man invading her bed. Making her come. But I accept it anyway, because I never claimed to be good.
“Thank you.” The corner of her lip curls up. “Thank you for seeing me, Noah.”
Her hand tangles in mine, soft against rough. The only bright spot in the rain patterned darkness of the room.
So I tell her the truth. “Baby, all I see is you.”