Chapter Nineteen
Taylor
It’s not like I’m going to offer sex to thank him for having those assholes arrested.
Even if they are already out on bail, it’s impressive he got that far.
And unexpected. I won’t lie about that. I’m still shocked there weren’t news stories about them being killed.
Not that I would know, the guy had a helmet on, I couldn’t identify him.
It’s good that he did it this way, he didn’t have to. When he said he was going to make him pay, this didn’t seem like what he meant. What does it say about me that I’m disappointed about that.
And what does it say that I’m here, again, wanting to see this man who is dangerous and mysterious and really, really bad for me.
Dana will not be happy. Over the last few weeks since dad died, and the days after the attack, I’ve been thinking a lot about myself. How I’ve spent most of my life doing things to make other people happy.
As a nurse it’s ingrained in me to take care of others, but I’ve always done the things my friends wanted to do, even when I wasn’t in the mood.
Spending time with Noah makes me feel good and I want to get to know more about him. I should be scared of his motorcycle club but, I’m not. He intrigues me. He thinks the same thing about me. He would not keep in touch, and definitely wouldn’t let me come to the house while his baby is here.
The door opens and an embarrassing squeak comes from the back of my throat. Noah puts one arm up on the frame of the door and leans out. He isn’t shirtless, but he is wearing a very tight white T-shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, much like the black sweatpants.
“I’ve been watching you on the security camera for at least three minutes.”
I put a hand over my mouth and try to hide the embarrassed smile.
“You coming in or do you want some more time to think about it?”
Noah doesn’t have a chance to move when I duck under his arm and squeeze past. He closes and locks the door then turns and gives me of those looks of his. Like he is trying to decide what to do with me.
“What’s that?” he points to my hands. I almost forgot I brought it.
“Cupcakes.”
“You brought me cupcakes, Cherry?”
“I made too many and everyone at work told me stop bringing them in cos they’re on diets and I didn’t want them to go to waste so…”
He walks over and takes the box, lifting the lid and peering in. “They look professional. You sure you made them?”
I smack his arm, barely hard enough for him to feel it, and try to take the box. “I’ll take them back home if you’re going to insult me.”
“No,” he laughs, twisting so I can’t get them. “I’m kidding. You brought them for me, so I’m going to eat them.”
He goes around the counter, sets the box down and takes two out. My mouth goes dry as he peels the paper case off and licks the frosting. Could this man be any sexier? Seriously. I’m about to combust. Even though I came here determined to have more conversation with him and not fall into his bed.
Watching him eat the cake in three big bites makes that thought harder.
“They’re good,” he says. “You want?”
“I’ve eaten enough, they’re for you… guys,” I add at the end, my meaning clear.
“All that sugar will make my life a million times harder if Oscar eats more than half a cake.” He eats another one.
“If there are any left,” I laugh.
“They’re tasty.” He grins at me. He looks down and finally notices. “You got your bandage off.”
“It was just a sprain and needed some support. It’s good now.”
“Hmm, that is good.” Why do I get the impression he isn’t meaning it for medical purposes? “Want a beer?”
“Beer and cupcakes. It’s like being back in college.”
Noah laughs, grabs everything and we head through the archway into a less formal sitting room than the one he took me to the other night. We sit close together on the couch and Noah eats another cake.
“I don’t know about your son being hyper. You’ve eaten three of those.”
“Dinner was leftover takeout, I’m hungry.”
He eyes me when he says that and it almost makes my resolve not to jump him vanish into a puff of smoke, but I hold off.
“Your son, he’s sleeping?” Noah’s jaw clenches. “I’m sorry, I’m curious.”
“About why I don’t want anyone to know about him?”
“More like his name,” I duck my head a little. “How old he is.”
“Oscar and he’s two.”
The tension isn’t leaving his shoulders. We need a change of subject. Given what he does for a living… Wait, is being the President of a motorcycle club a job? Does he get paid? Shit, I don’t want to know the answer to how they make their money.
“It’s a touchy subject for me.” He’s staring at his beer bottle as he continues and I keep quiet. “I never thought I’d have kids or wanted them if I’m being honest. An accident happened and nine months later, she told me.”
“You didn’t know?”
“Not until he was born, but she did the right thing telling me. It was a shock, won’t lie, but I can’t imagine my life without him now.”
He glances to the side, and I follow his gaze to a baby monitor. My heart melts a little.
“You want to ask about his mom, right?”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“You’re a bad liar, Cherry.”
“I never said I didn’t want to know, I said I wasn’t going to ask.”
“We have joint custody. She’s away right now,” he frowns. “We split his time so we both see him equally.”
That is surprisingly normal given his lifestyle. Getting my hopes up is still premature. “And Jesse takes care of him when you’re busy?”
“Yeah, he loves Uncle Jesse. Sometimes…” the smile that started fades. “It feels like he spends more time with him than I do. With the way things are, it’s difficult. I try to be there as much as I can.”
“He seemed happy when I came around. Even if I did think you were a jackass. The kid gave you a slap on my behalf.”
“Is that right?” He smirks at me.
“He’s obviously smart, he could tell you were being rude.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me say it.”
“It’s a little late.”
“Yeah well, I have my reasons. But, shit, sorry for being a jackass.”
He holds in his laugh for five seconds, which gets harder when I nudge him. Noah pokes me in the ribs making me shriek, then slap a hand over my mouth and look up.
“He’s a heavy sleeper, you don’t have to worry about making noise. Within reason. Although making you scream is fast becoming one of my favorite things to do.”
My resolve ran right out the door without a second look back. Noah grabs my hip and pulls me toward him and I don’t fight it, straddling his lap. He sets my beer bottle down on the table beside him, then brings his hands to my hips.
“I’m really tempted to go get some cupcakes so I can lick frosting off your tits,” he says, his hand gliding up to cup them. My back arches, pushing them further into his palms. “But that would mean getting up and I don’t want to do that.”
“I’m sweet enough,” I murmur.
“Fucking right.”
Noah wastes no time taking off my shirt and unclasping my bra.
His lips are on one breast and his hand on the other in seconds, and I clamp my teeth onto my lower lip to keep from crying out.
As much as I love the attention he is lavishing on them, I want to kiss him, so grab his face and lift it.
Any protest dies as my mouth fuses to his, and he gives back as good as he’s getting, his hands sliding around to unbutton my jeans.
He tilts and lowers me onto the couch and drags them off, pausing to stare at me a moment. I want to ask him what he’s thinking, at the same time I don’t want to break the moment. Noah does that all by himself when he grips the side of my panties with both hands and rips them.
I gasp as the fabric tears and he pushes it aside, gliding his fingers around and spearing them inside me. I’m wet enough from his kisses but the shock of it has me arching up, and he takes full advantage, grabbing a handful of my hair and biting my nipple.
His fingers scissor inside of me and he places his mouth over mine to swallow the moans, shifting at the same time to push his sweatpants out of the way and get up on the couch. Pushing my legs apart he lays over me.
“Fuck,” he groans. His face is conflicted and I don’t understand why he’s stopped.
“Are you on birth control?” he growls out.
“Yes.” I answer straight away and stare at him.
“I don’t have any condoms down here and I can’t wait to get inside of you.”
It’s reckless for so many reasons, but I nod, and forget all of them when he starts to push inside me.
“Oh fuck,” he groans as he slips in. “That feels so good, I feel every part of you, so tight and fucking wet.”
His thrusts are shallow at first as he gets used to it. I almost ask him if we should stop, remember all the reasons why this is a bad idea, but he starts to push in deeper and grabs hold of my thigh, curling it around his hip, as his mouth comes down on mine.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, Cherry?” He whispers against my mouth before stroking his tongue back inside, tangling slowly with mine.
I don’t know, I want to say, because I am confused too. The words stay trapped inside of me. It has to be because he is inside of me, moving slowly, every thrust punctuated by a grunt and his tongue rolling around mine.
Noah runs his hand through my hair as he kisses a path down my chin and jaw, along the column of my neck.
His thrusts get deeper and he is groaning too, blowing out deep breaths in rhythm with his thrusts.
My head tips back as the feel of his bare cock dragging back and forth makes everything in me tighten, I feel it coming, same as him as he pulls his head up to watch me.
I tilt my hips to match his thrusts and grip his arms as I start to come.
“Jesus,” Noah’s face scrunches as I squeeze around him and he groans when I let go, my eyes squeezing tight. They open abruptly as he pulls out of me and grabs his cock, his hand moving fast over it, his eyes between my legs.
I can’t help but watch in fascination as he comes, and it hits my stomach. He was right to do it, but I’m disappointed. Except seeing his whole body all locked up, his biceps bulging, and his abdomen tight as he comes makes up for it.
He’s beautiful and I’m in so much trouble because I don’t want this to end.
His chest is heaving as his head falls forward and he opens his eyes to look at me. He stares, and it feels a lot like he owns me, every part of my body. And more.
“Shit, Cherry,” he sighs, catching his breath. “That was hot,” he grins. “I made a mess of you.”
All I can do is nod. He rolls up and gets off me, then holds out a hand and helps me to my feet. “Let’s go clean you up.”
He grabs the baby monitor and we head upstairs.
This time, he gets in the shower washing his cum off me.
Then he lowers onto his knees and does what is fast becoming one of my favorite things, driving me to the edge of insanity all over again.
When we get out and are drying off, I pull his towel away and lower to my knees.
“Hmm,” he cups the back of my head as I swallow his cock down my throat and he thrusts into me. “Seeing your lips wrapped around my cock is never going to get old, Cherry. Fuck, yeah. You’re gonna let me fuck that throat and take it all, Cherry. Everything.”
I nod and he thrusts even harder, getting a grip of my hair as he moves in and out and I do what he says, reveling in the praise he gives me as I swallow every last drop. He leans against the counter as I get to my feet, his eyes on me.
“You might have broken me,” he smirks at me.
“I hope not,” I give him a cheeky wink and walk out of the bathroom to the sound of his amused laughter.
What happens now? Noah comes up behind me and presses into my back. He’s naked and firm and I melt back against him. He doesn’t say anything as he kisses my neck, then walks around me to pull the covers back. When he nudges me, I go willingly and we get into the bed together.
It’s not the first time he’s slept beside me, but this feels different. So much more. And after what we did downstairs, the trust we both placed in each other…
“Go to sleep, Cherry,” he kisses my temple and then rolls onto his back and flicks off the lamp.
I’m still awake long after he drifts off. Falling for someone this fast is so out of character for me, but Noah isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met before. There are two sides to him, one I’ve seen a little of, and one he is slowly letting me become a part of.
At some point things will change and I’ll get hurt. It’s too late to stop it. Eventually, I’m going to have to figure out how to deal with that, for now, I let it go and roll onto my side, shuffling closer. Noah lifts his arm and I move closer, placing my head on his chest.
I’m not sure he woke up, but if this is all he can give me. I’ll take it.