Chapter Twenty Five
Taylor
As soon as Noah is in a deep sleep, I go back into the living room and tidy everything up.
I won’t tell him I’ve barely slept myself, how could I when he was out there chasing after a monster?
And the man he left to watch over us was scary as hell.
How Dana ever was ever attracted to him, I have no idea.
At least that is what I thought when Noah first left us here with him. He stood by the door guarding it for nearly three hours before I took him a chair and a can of coke from the fridge. It was another hour before he actually sat.
Then Oscar got interested and walked out into the hall to watch him. The first few times I brought him back to the living room, then I watched. After everything we’d been through the kid fearlessly walked up to where Stryker was sitting and held out his puppy, telling him the dogs name.
Stryker looked down at him and Oscar stared back. Then he sat on the floor and babbled at him. It looked like he wasn’t paying any attention, but they were both happy enough, so I went to make something to eat.
All of this took my mind of what is going on. I was worried about Noah and what he was doing, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jesse, even though they told me he was safe at the hospital and being treated. And I intended to do everything I could to keep Oscar safe and happy.
If that meant watching him talk nonsense to a giant man who looked like he ate toddlers for breakfast, who was I to stop it.
Then Oscar started to cry, and I hurried out into the hall.
Stryker was helping him up and checking his head.
From the gentle way he handled him, I guessed Oscar fell over.
He’s good at walking but he’s a little clumsy.
Stryker set him on his feet and handed him his puppy, then sat back down.
Oscar stopped crying and after a few moments of contemplation, he sat down beside the chair, closer this time.
Stryker looked up and caught me watching and gave a simple nod, then went back to being the silent protector.
That’s when I figured out what Dana could actually like about him. Her attraction is to the fighter, she doesn’t know this side of him, I doubt many people do.
Then Raven showed up with things that both of us would need. Some of it was from my house.
“Did you really think he didn’t have a key?” she asked at my confusion then laughed at my irritation. “He’s gonna be all up in your business now, honey. Speaking of which,” she lifted a bag, made sure Oscar and Stryker weren’t paying any attention and tossed it to me.
My cheeks burned so hot I almost threw the bag back at her as she laughed. It had red lacy lingerie inside.
“You’re welcome,” she told me.
It was nice to have her here, she took my mind off everything that kept threatening to consume me. She was good with Oscar too, saying no one had any idea he existed.
When I asked if she knew who the mom might be she said no, but she looked at Oscar for a long time after that, giving me the impression she was figuring it out.
“When Nero’s ready, he’ll tell you.”
It’s odd hearing people call him that. It happened a lot last night.
He was that man last night, and I was glad of it.
For a while I struggled with the memory of him shooting someone but rationalized it to keep myself from getting too caught up.
That was the man who burst into the basement, who ran at me, trying to get to us, who shot the door of the panic room.
They tried to kill Jesse by tampering with his medication.
The fridge has plenty of food and Raven brought more when she came. It’s getting late so I decide to cook dinner. To keep my mind active. I’ll have to wake Oscar up soon or he won’t sleep tonight.
When did this happen? When did I start worrying about someone else’s son? It comes naturally. He’s a part of Noah. One who will always be around. I’m glad I got to know him before this happened, he trusts me.
“Hey,” Noah comes up behind me. “What are you busy thinking about out here?”
“You should be asleep.”
“I got a couple of hours.”
“It’s not enough.”
He wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my hair. I still and let him wrap himself around me. I’m starting to see that Noah needs to have this side of him, when he’s away from the club, with Oscar. With me.
His hand moves upwards, and he cups my breast.
“What are you doing?”
“Just making sure you’re okay?”
“You’re making sure this is okay?” I indicate where his hand is.
“Yeah,” he kisses my neck and slips his hand under the T-shirt, tugging down the bra so he can pinch my nipple. “Making sure you’re here. You’re safe.”
My head tilts back to his shoulder. This is really not the time, but I don’t stop him. He lowers his other hand and slides it inside my pants.
“Here too,” he murmurs, one finger pressing inside. “This feels very real,” he nips my earlobe making me moan.
I have to set down the knife I’m holding and grab onto the counter as he teases my nipple and pushes another finger inside me. He works his fingers faster and whispers for me to be quiet, which is almost impossible when he thrusts his hard cock against me.
“You’re mine, Cherry. No one is ever going to hurt you as long as I’m alive.”
“Don’t say that,” I shake my head, coming out of the lust induced haze.
“It’s true.” He pushes his hips against mine, rocking us back and forth. “Be quiet now,” he kisses my neck, biting where it meets my shoulder as he starts finger fucking me harder.
I want to protest, tell him the thought of him dying tears my insides apart but he doesn’t stop and I turn my head to kiss him as the climax builds.
“Want to fuck you so bad, but this is all we can do, Cherry. For now. Making you come, hearing you moan for me, it’s the sweetest sound. Come for me, now. Do it, come.”
No man has ever said anything like this to me and it’s not like I can come on command. Except I am and I bite down hard on my lip to stop me crying out too loud. He strokes me through it, his hand still over my breast. It moves between them and he taps where my heart is beating faster.
Holding onto the counter is the only thing keeping me steady as he backs away. I turn around as he slips his fingers into his mouth and my knees go weak as he licks them, his eyes on me.
“Dada, your here.”
“Shit,” he runs a hand over the back of his jeans and steps around me as I turn away to get myself back together.
“Hey buddy,” he crouches down and Oscar runs over for a hug.
The way he is holding him is equal parts beautiful to see and funny because he’s keeping him away from the arousal he’s trying to hide. He stands up and holds Oscar tight, giving him a hug, until his son protests and tells us he’s hungry.
“Me too,” Noah looks over at me when he says it. Jesus, this man.
“When we go home?” he asks.
“Soon.” I glance over. “That’s our home, Cherry. I’m not letting anyone push us out. But work will be done on it first. It’s safe here, for now.”
He goes off to get Oscar and himself washed up for dinner. He is right, for now. There will be a time when I tell him I’m not leaving dad’s house, not yet and I have to go back to work, but that can wait. He needs time to wrap his head around what happened. To know we’re all safe.
And I need that too. Just for a little while. It was hard not knowing where he was all night but his words from all those weeks ago play around in my head. Only now, I don’t fully believe him. Maybe his club does come first, but when it mattered, he dropped everything and came for us.
It drove me crazy thinking maybe I’m on the peripheral, a bystander, he was only coming for his son, but he’s proved to me that isn’t the case.
Having a man like him love me means life is going to be different to what I’ve known before. He meant what he said, he’s shown me how he feels. My insecurities are mine to deal with.
Work let me take a couple of days off but then I do have to go back. Noah isn’t happy, but he says it’s okay so long as I have someone watching me. He introduced me to a guy named Holdem. They have the oddest names.
When I asked, he said he was from Texas. Like that makes sense, until he pointed out it was a form of poker and he’s really good at it.
Not moving into the house with him when it was ready a week later caused a…
disagreement. I wouldn’t say argument as such.
He said I had to, I told him no, he got all silent and broody for an hour, and I refused to back down.
Then he told me Blaze was going to kit out dad’s house with a full security system and Holdem was going to be my shadow. He wouldn’t hear any argument about it.
I agreed.
Dana is the only one of my friends I told the full story to.
She was pissed as hell and demanded to meet Noah, giving him a piece of her mind about protecting me or he’d have to deal with her.
He’d looked at her like she was a minor inconvenience he could forget about as soon as she left, but he heard her out, because she is my best friend.
Everything she was demanding he’d already promised to do, neither of us told her that. She left feeling as if she got one over on him and I love him for allowing her to believe that.
Noah isn’t fully on board with having Oscar around the club but when he is there, all the guys dote on him, but there is only one of them he is interested in.
He follows Stryker around like a tiny shadow. After a while, he started picking him up. They didn’t talk, but they had an odd understanding that no one else could figure out.
While he is being entertained, Noah pulls me aside and takes me upstairs.
“I want you to meet my brother,” he says, as we go into the bedroom.
“Haven’t I met them all?”
“My biological brother. He’s a few years younger than me, works in a tattoo shop in Canton. I had planned to take you there sooner but with everything going on I had to put it off.”
He sees my frown at not knowing about this and guides me to the bed. “He’s my half-brother, and I have spent most of his life keeping away from the club. It worked so well, he kinda hates me now.”
“That can’t be true.”
“I want to fix it. I’ve let him down in the past, been the asshole when I had to be, for his own good. A couple of times I’ve not been there for him. It’s time that changed. He also agreed to do it.”
“To rebuild the relationship?”
“No, well, hopefully. But I mean the tattoo.”
“You’re getting another tattoo?” He stares at me until I get his meaning. “Me?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of a thing.”
“What does that mean?”
He grins at me. I’ve never wanted a tattoo, and I don’t want one now.
“You’ll come round, Cherry,” he cups my face and turns it to him. “You’re a part of the club now.”
“Is this some kind of MC ritual?”
He smirks and I roll my eyes. A tattoo is insane, it’s permanent. As he stares into my eyes, I melt a little, he has a way of doing that. I’m not a pushover though, he knows he can’t order me around the way he does with his men.
He pulls me up and stands me in front of him, running his hands up my thighs. It’s not so easy for us to be alone lately, with Oscar coming to live with him full-time.
He explained his mom took off and wasn’t coming back. It hurt to think a woman could leave her child like that and Noah was pissed for a while but now he’s happy.
It means we have to be careful, and then I’m still at my place a lot of the time. I’m really not ready to let go of my dad’s home. Not yet.
“Strip.”
I glower at him, but it doesn’t last long. When I step back and start removing my clothes, Noah slides off the bed and sits on the floor, watching me with hooded eyes. He crooks his finger when I’m fully naked for him and I walk over, placing my feet on either side of his thighs.
Seeing him in his cut used to make me nervous, now it makes me hot. He leans forward and presses his nose against my pubic bone, running his hands up the back of my thighs, he tugs me closer.
“You remember the first time I did this?” His tongue probes inside of me, then he pulls back.
It’s taking everything in me not to fall down.
“You told me you didn’t like it, Cherry.” He flicks at my clit making me jolt and grab his shoulders. “Said you couldn’t come from having your pussy licked.”
“I remember,” I breathe out.
“You don’t believe that anymore, do you?”
God no. I shake my head and move my hips slightly, making him laugh against my hot skin. I’m so wet, it’s starting to run down my inner thigh.
“You smell like fucking heaven,” he brings one hand around and uses his thumb and forefinger to spread me open, staring so intently it should embarrass me.
Nothing this man does embarrasses me anymore.
“Hold on tight, Cherry, I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll forget your name.
” He licks me from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit, making me whimper.
“But never my name. Right, Cherry.” He pinches my clit making me cry out.
“No, Noah.”
“Fuck my face, Cherry,” he growls, never being able to resist hearing me breathe out his name. “Show me how fucking much I’ve made you love this.”
I push my hips at his face and he spears his tongue into me. He doesn’t stop till I’ve fallen apart twice for him, barely able to stand but his strong hands on my waist kept me upright.
He is staring up at me, his face is soaked and his eyes are hooded as he strokes a finger inside my thigh, through the wetness.
“Here,” he says, his eyes still on me.
“What?” I ask, still half dazed.
“This is where you’ll have my name tattooed on you.”
“What?” That snaps me out of the haze.
“Every time I lick this pussy till you break, I will see my name.”
“Wait a minute.”
“Nope.” He grabs my hips and spins me around, getting up and walking me over to a bureau.
“Noah,” I protest.
“Exactly,” he undoes his jeans and thrusts inside me.
“You can’t… use… sex to make… me… ohhh.” The words fall out of my head as he fucks me in that way he knows how to scramble my brain. He has me wrapped around his finger. Or his cock.
Maye it won’t be so bad having his name on me.
“So long… as you have… mine.”
He grips my hips and pushes in and out of me, making my words stutter, then presses his lips to my ear. “It will be right where every motherfucker can see it, Cherry. So they all know,” he thrusts harder and stops, holding there so he’s all I can feel, in and around me.
I fully expect him to say ‘your mine’ he says it often enough, mostly while we’re having sex. But he surprises me this time.
“I’m yours, Cherry, and I always will be.”