Chapter Five #2
“I’m worried about you,” Noah says as he feeds me a spoonful of ice cream from his bowl. It’s cold and creamy in my mouth, and it chases away some of the fear with a mix of vanilla and chocolate perfection. “How are you really feeling about all this?”
“Scared,” I admit, pausing to swallow past the lump in my throat.
“It’s a scary thing to face. I’m confused about how it all happened.
I’m confused about what kind of mess he got into.
I’m unsure of how to fix this, but I’m also determined to do it.
I won’t let this hang over my father’s head. I won’t let him lose everything.”
Not if I can help it.
If we go down, we go down together, kicking and screaming the whole damn way.
“I understand,” Noah replies. I feed him a spoonful of ice cream next, and he closes his eyes in an adorable way that makes me want to kiss him.
When he opens his eyes again, he looks at me with a world of love within them.
“But I don’t want you to worry about it too much because I’m going to fix this. You don’t have to do anything.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, not daring to hope that we’ve already found a solution.
But if anyone can make things right, I want to believe it’s Noah.
“I mean that things will be okay,” he says. “I’ve gotten a few incredible job offers already, I just have to figure out which one to choose. They’ll all bring good money in though, and I’m more than willing to help. In fact, I insist. I’ll pay to make this go away if that’s what it takes.”
I smile at Noah as relief washes over me. I’m uncertain about this. Taking money from him, especially a lot of it, makes me uncomfortable. If it were just for me, my pride wouldn’t be able to handle it.
But this is for my father, too, and he needs this. Besides, those men seem dangerous. I don’t want to risk it.
I don’t have any other options.
And I love Noah even more for offering.
“Thank you,” I tell him, and mean it. “I can’t thank you enough. That’s such a relief. I just want to know my father will be okay and… I love you so much. Why are you so good to me? How did I get this lucky?”
My heart is ready to burst, filled with so much love and gratitude for the man next to me, ready to offer me the world.
“It’s because I love you, too,” he says.
“I love you with my whole heart, so I will always do everything I can to help you and make your life better. You’re it for me, London.
You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Besides, I want us to have a future together, and that includes your father, of course. I’ll do everything I can.”
“I’m just happy you’re in my life,” I tell him.
We kiss, and the sweetness from our sundaes melts against each other’s lips. We put our bowls of ice cream on the bedside stand, and then move closer to each other. Suddenly, I crave him desperately.
My arms lace around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands go to my waist. The kiss deepens, growing more passionate as his body moves over mine, and I feel his weight against me.
Holding him so close is a comfort. It feels like that as long as he’s here with me, the problems can’t follow me. His love is all the protection I need. His hands move under my shirt, brushing against my bare skin and sending chills up and down my body.
His fingers wander up my stomach, and he pulls my shirt over my head. Then, he gently touches the lacy blue and white bra I bought just for him.
“Sexy,” he whispers, admiring the view.
He unlatches the bra and kisses my neck.
Goosebumps break out across my arms and on the back of my neck.
I smile, heat pooling between my legs as my hands work their way under his shirt.
He shivers when I pull it over his head and expose the defined abs underneath.
I run my hands across his skin as he kisses down my collarbone, toward my chest.
Noah’s movements are slow and methodical, tracing a path only we know.
One he’s traversed hundreds of times.
I like how his hands feel against my skin, warm and gentle and safe.
I pant as Noah fondles my breasts, pausing to tweak my nipples as his mouth grazes my skin. Suddenly, I don’t care that there’s a thin wall between us and my father, or that I’m louder than usual.
All I care about is Noah and the way he makes me feel.
Like nothing in the world could go wrong with him by my side.
I scratch my nails down his back as he sucks my nipple gently while caressing my other breast. My nipples harden under his touch as his cock twitches, pressed up against my pussy.
I want him so much, I can barely see straight.
I need him to chase away the awful day.
My hands leave his back to touch the growing bulge in his jeans. I work at his belt, too breathless not to fumble. His mouth leaves my skin long enough to pull off his pants, revealing the well-hung cock that’s all mine to enjoy.
He then pulls off my jeans, exposing panties that match my bra.
Slowly, he takes off my wet panties and kisses my hips, fingering my lips before brushing against my clit. I moan with pleasure as I grip his cock in my hands and start to rub. He sticks his fingers inside of me. First one, then two, then three.
It’s almost enough for me to unravel.
And when he touches me like that, I can almost forget the events that led us here.
I want to lose myself in him so badly that I wind my fingers through his hair and tug. He growls softly, and it makes my knees weak.
His lips return to mine as we join in a kiss filled with love. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted as I pull him closer. I love him, and I know he loves me. Noah nibbles on my lower lip, and my mouth opens, allowing his tongue to dart in.
The only things that exist in this moment are Noah and I, and the love we’ve cultivated.
Finally, we’re unable to hold back any longer.
Noah slips his fingers out of me and replaces them with his cock.
He fills me, our bodies moving to the same, languid tempo.
He moves in and out of me at a steady, even pace, but my pleasure remains frustratingly out of reach.
I tighten my legs around him and buck harder, but it’s no use.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and my hand darts between us.
Noah lets out a throaty sound as his body jerks. Then he drops his head into the crook of my neck, and I can smell his spicy aftershave and lemon soap washing over me.
I swallow and stare at the ceiling over my bed, the ache between my legs still alarmingly present.
Noah and I have been linked together for as long as I can remember, and that’s how I always want it to be.
I don’t know how to tell Noah I want more, and the thought of letting him know that it isn’t enough eats away at me.
I don’t want it to.
Sweet, kind Noah is everything I should want and more.
I don’t even know what else I should be looking for.
All I know is that it doesn’t matter, not when I have him by my side.
Heaving a sigh, he eases out of me, and we curl up in each other’s arms, content and at peace. I lay my head on his warm, bare chest as he wraps his arm around me.
“I love you, Lo,” he says. “I love you with everything in me.”
“I love you, too,” I tell him. “With my whole heart.”
“Don’t worry,” he reminds me. “We’ll get through this together. We’ll get through everything.”
I believe him. I have faith and trust in him. I know love could never get better than this.
With Noah by my side, everything will work out.
It has to.