Chapter Fifteen Noah
Chapter Fifteen
Noah
I should feel bad for hiding things from my sister, but I can’t find it in me to give a shit when I’m faced with the sight before me.
Odette lounges on a blanket in the back of the barn where I’m working, a bowl of grapes next to her. She’s popping them into her mouth one by one, and it looks like something straight out of a fantasy.
The best part is that she’s not even trying to be sexy. She just is.
She spent the night at my house again last night, except this time when I woke up, she was still there.
That’s the way it’s been for the last week plus.
She shows up at my place, we fuck until we can barely move, then we sleep and do it all again the next day.
I can’t remember a time I’ve been so exhausted yet relaxed at the same time.
Right now, though, I’m feeling anything but relaxed, and it has everything to do with Odette, who is pushing my buttons to the max in more ways than one.
“What’s the purpose of these again?” I’ve been building two rooms for the last few days, and all they’ve done is cause me grief. She insists they’re a necessary evil and even has Ezra on board. I don’t know how she wrapped us both around her finger, but she has.
“They’re make-out rooms.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Yep. Want to test them out?” She waggles her brows at me.
“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes. Yes, I would.”
I drop the hammer I’m holding, then pounce on her.
Her laughter carries through the barn as I fit myself between her legs and pepper kisses over her face.
“Shh,” I say into her ear. “You’re being too loud. Don’t want any passersby to know we’re in here, do you?”
She arches a rebellious brow at me. “Make me shut up then.”
So I do.
I take her lips in mine, kissing her hard, and she opens for me instantly, letting my tongue in to caress hers.
My cock hardens in record time as she rubs against me, and my hands find their way under her shirt, that damn Anaheim she’s worn too many times to count now. I swear she wears it because she knows what it does to me—it drives me absolutely fucking wild.
So damn wild that if I don’t get my cock inside her, I might explode.
“Wanna fuck you so bad,” I murmur against her lips.
“Here?”
“Yes. We’re in the back. The doors are mostly closed. We’re hidden.” I pull away and look at her. “Can I?”
Her eyes are so glassy as she nods. “Yes.”
“Are you a good girl? Can you be quiet?”
Another head bob as she rubs herself against my thigh.
“Say it.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “I’ll be a good girl and stay quiet while you fuck me, Noah.”
An animalistic growl leaves me, and I don’t have time to analyze that.
“On your hands and knees.”
She flips around, looking at me over her shoulder with nothing but pure desire as I unzip my jeans.
I yank her shorts and underwear down, and groan at the sight before me.
Fuck, she looks so good like this. Her bare ass in the air, her breaths coming in sharp.
She presses back, searching for my touch, and I can’t help myself. I pull my arm back and lay a hard smack across her exposed cheek.
She lets out a low groan. “Fuuuuck. Do that again.”
I oblige, loving the redness my palm leaves behind. If I had more time and I wasn’t worried about someone catching us, I’d spend as much time spanking her as she’d like, but I’m too damn eager to be inside her.
I slip two fingers into her, loving the sound they make in her wetness.
“Oh god,” she cries, and I remove my digits.
“You’re supposed to be quiet. Good girls are quiet. Are you a good girl?”
She clamps her mouth closed, nodding fervently.
“Then hush while I play with this pretty pussy of yours.” I slip my fingers back in, and she groans.
I want to be mean and tease her by removing them again, but I want to feel her squeezing me even more.
I reach into my back pocket for my wallet and grab the condom I tucked in there the other day, just in case. I rip open the packet with my teeth, then roll it over my cock while she fucks herself on my digits.
When I’m finally covered, I replace my fingers with my cock in one swift motion, and my good little girl lets out a loud sigh.
“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth as I slide out and back in. “Your pussy fits me so well, darlin’. Like a fucking glove.”
She nods in agreement.
“This”—I press my thumb against the hole I keep getting glimpses of—“this looks fucking gorgeous.”
This time she groans, and it’s clear she’s frustrated that she can’t say anything.
I coax her forward with my free hand until her cheek is pressed against the blanket and her asshole is on full display. I spit onto it and press harder against the tight ring.
“This okay?”
She nods, but I want more confirmation than that.
“Say it, Odette. Tell me it’s okay to play with your ass.”
She whines, her legs shaking as I continue to rut into her, my thumb slipping into her even more. “It’s okay. Play with my ass, Noah. Please.”
I grin, then slam into her harder, my thumb slipping deeper, and she goes off. Her cunt squeezes me tightly as she comes, her whole body shaking as I continue to fuck her hard and fast. I remove my digit and grip her hips, pounding into her until I’m spilling into the condom in a sudden burst.
I slow my movements as my orgasm winds down, then I slip out of her and fall straight to my back beside her.
She turns her head toward me, and I can’t help but grin at the lazy, satisfied smile on her face.
“What?” she asks, the single word a little slurred.
“You look very pleased.”
“Oh, I am.” She laughs, then groans as she turns, joining me on her back beside me. “That was fucking hot.”
“Indeed, it was.”
We didn’t even take our clothes off fully. Hell, the only thing exposed on me is my cock. I reach down and tug off the condom, tying it off and tossing it aside, making a mental note to grab it before we leave.
We lie there, trying to catch our breath after that. I have no idea what came over me. It’s reckless, considering it’s the middle of the day and anyone could be outside, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to have her.
The craziest part? After all that, I want her again.
I try not to think too much of that, especially since we’ve been spending all our nights together lately. I know we probably shouldn’t, since this is supposed to be casual, but I can’t seem to get enough of her.
Tonight, I tell myself. Tonight, we’ll take a break.
“So, what are these rooms really for again?” I ask, distracting myself from how badly I don’t want to do that.
She laughs. “The bridal party. They’ll need a place to get ready.”
I sigh. “This is going to cost me more money, isn’t it?”
“If I say no, does that mean you’ll kiss me again?”
“Yes.”
“Then no.”
I ghost my lips over hers. “Liar.”
Then I shove away, pushing to my feet, tucking my still half-hard cock back into my jeans and zipping myself up.
“Hey, no fair!” She pouts. “I said no.”
“And you didn’t mean it.”
“I’m going to remember that later.”
“Oh, darlin’. I’m counting on it.”
“I’ll do a Gorgonzola-and-avocado burger for here. Fries for my side, please. And I’ll grab a drink from the cooler.”
The worker behind the counter of Dickie’s Gourmet Burgers nods and punches my order into the screen, then reads me my total.
I pay, then head to the refrigerator full of bottled sodas. I grab my favorite root beer and twist the top off, then scan the restaurant for a place to sit.
Taken, taken, taken.
Guess tonight wasn’t the best night to decide to take a break from Odette and head back out into the real world.
Admittedly, it was hard as hell to walk away from her earlier and not invite her up to my house later like I have every other night, but I did it.
Now, staring down this packed restaurant and suddenly feeling very alone, I’m regretting it.
I resume my scan. Every table in this place is occupied by a couple or a family. I can’t say I blame them all for cramming in here. Dickie’s has the best burgers around.
Taken, taken, take—
Cobalt. A sweet-yet-sassy smile. Red-painted lips.
Odette.
She sends me a small wave, and I can’t help but grin.
Of course I run into her the one night I’m trying to stay away from her.
I make my way over to the small two-person table she’s nabbed in the corner.
“Waiting for someone, Odie?”
“I didn’t think I was, but maybe so.” She gestures to the empty chair. “Want to join me?”
I slip into the chair, taking a long drink from my root beer.
She wrinkles her nose. “Ew. You’re a root beer guy?”
“You kidding? It’s the only soda I drink.”
“But that’s what they give little kids to keep them off the caffeine. And it’s so . . . spicy.” She shudders like she hates the idea of drinking it.
“You’re telling me you don’t like root beer floats?”
“Of course I do.”
“How does that work?”
“Easy. I have them with orange cream soda and call them orange cream floats.” She grins, taking a drink of her orange cream soda.
My lips twitch at her smart-ass comment.
“So,” she says, wrapping her hands around her drink and peeling back the label on the bottle, “is this what the old folks do on a Wednesday night? Get burgers and drink root beer out of bottles like the good old days?”
“Old folks?” I lean across the table, and Odette does the same, coming so close that I’m no longer overwhelmed by the scent of grease and burgers but instead by her. “You didn’t think I was old in the barn earlier when I had my cock in your cunt and thumb in your ass.”
Her eyes widen at my words as I casually sit back in my chair like I said nothing at all.
She takes another slow, steady drink, shifting in her chair as she sits back. “Touché.”
But her words still bother me. Does she really think that I’m old? I’m not, but I have lived a whole life bigger than she ever has. I’ve had an entire career already, and she’s just now finding her footing, or at least trying to. I was married, for fuck’s sake.
“Does it weird you out? The age difference?”