Chapter 31
CHAPTER 31
I hold the keys to Noah's car in my hand, dangling them like a prize. "I'm driving. You've just been shot, for God's sake."
Noah snatches them from my hand with surprising speed for someone who nearly died three days ago. "No fucking way."
"You're being ridiculous." I cross my arms over my chest. "The doctor said to avoid strain. Driving is a strain."
"I drive. End of discussion." Noah's jaw tightens, that muscle in his cheek twitching the way it does when he's made up his mind.
"You're being a stubborn child." I watch him slide into the driver's seat, wincing as the movement pulls at his stitches. "What exactly do you think will happen if I drive? Your testicles will shrink?"
Noah gives me a dark look. "Get in the car, Evelyn."
I stand my ground on the sidewalk outside the clinic. "I know how to drive. I've been driving since I was sixteen."
"I'm not questioning your ability to drive." He grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. "I'm telling you I'm driving."
"Because you're what—afraid to give up control for five seconds?" I walk around to the passenger side, yanking the door open with more force than necessary. "Heaven forbid the big bad enforcer lets someone take care of him."
"Are you getting in or are we going to argue in the parking lot all day?"
I slide into the seat, slamming the door. "This is absurd. You're being absurd."
Noah starts the engine, his movements stiff and careful. I watch the way his face tightens with pain when he reaches for the gear shift, and something twists in my chest—anger and attraction warring for dominance.
It's infuriating how his stubbornness makes me want to simultaneously strangle him and tear his clothes off. The way he refuses to show weakness, even now, sends a rush of heat through me that I immediately resent.
"If you tear your stitches I won’t feel remotely sorry for you," I mutter, staring out the window as we pull away.
Noah's low chuckle only makes the heat inside me burn hotter. "Yes you will."
I watch Noah's profile as he drives, the sharp line of his jaw clenched in concentration. His stubborn refusal to show weakness only makes me more determined to fight him on it.
"You realize this is ridiculous, right? You were shot three days ago. You shouldn't even be out of the hospital."
"I heal fast." His eyes remain fixed on the road.
"Is that what you tell yourself when you're bleeding internally?"
Noah's mouth quirks up at one corner. "Your concern is touching."
"It's not concern. It's common sense." I shift in my seat, trying to ignore how good he looks even when in pain. "Most people don't check themselves out of hospital after major surgery."
"I'm not most people."
"Clearly. Most people have functioning brain cells."
Noah glances at me, his dark eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "You weren't complaining about my brain cells when I had you spread across my kitchen counter."
My breath catches in my throat. The memory of his hands on my skin, his mouth between my legs has heat rushing through me instantly.
"That's…that's not relevant to this conversation," I stammer, hating how my voice betrays me.
"No?" His voice drops lower. "Because I'm thinking about how wet you get when I tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you."
My thighs press together involuntarily. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" He reaches over, his hand landing on my knee. "Stop telling you how I'm going to bend you over as soon as we get home? Even with a bullet hole in my chest?"
"You're impossible." My words come out breathy rather than angry.
"And you're soaked right now, aren't you?" His fingers inch higher on my thigh.
I swat his hand away. "Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel."
But the damage is done. My body is humming with need, my skin flushed and sensitive. I hate how easily he does this to me— how quickly he can turn my anger into desperate want with just a few filthy promises.
The elevator doors slide closed and before I can take a breath, Noah is on me. His mouth crashes against mine with such ferocity that I'm backed against the wall, my head spinning. For someone who just left the clinic with a gunshot wound, he moves with startling intensity.
"I've been thinking about this for three days," he growls against my lips, his hands already working at the buttons of my blouse.
"Your stitches—" I try to protest but my words dissolve into a gasp as his teeth graze my neck.
"Don't care." His fingers make quick work of my clothing, peeling away layers until cool air hits my skin.
The elevator chimes at his floor but Noah doesn't stop. He has me pressed against the wall, my blouse hanging open, skirt pushed up around my waist. When the doors open he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
"You're going to tear your stitches," I whisper, even as my body has other ideas and I’m instantly, arching into his touch.
Noah carries me through his apartment door, kicking it closed behind us. His eyes are dark with hunger as he sets me on my feet, only to strip away the rest of my clothing until I stand completely naked before him.
"On the counter," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Now."
I hesitate, feeling suddenly vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze. "Noah?—"
"On. The. Counter." Each word is punctuated with a step toward me, until I'm backed against the cold granite.
My heart pounds as I comply, hoisting myself onto the kitchen counter where just days ago we were together before everything went to hell. The cool surface against my bare skin makes me shiver—or maybe it's the way Noah looks at me, like he could devour me whole.
I watch her body react to my touch—a masterpiece laid out before me on the kitchen counter. Every inch of Evelyn belongs to me now. The way her breath catches when my fingers trace the curve of her waist, the slight arch of her back when I move higher.
"You're fucking perfect," I growl, dragging my hands up her sides, feeling her ribs expand with each shallow breath.
My chest throbs where the bullet tore through me, but the pain is nothing compared to the need coursing through my veins. I've wanted her like this since the moment I first saw her with that violin.
I slide my palms over the swell of her breasts, watching her nipples harden at my touch. Her skin is like silk under my rough hands—too good for someone like me, but I take what I want. And I want all of her.
"Noah," she says, her voice breaking on my name.
I press my lips to her collarbone, tasting salt and something sweet that's uniquely Evelyn. The pulse at her throat jumps when I drag my teeth across it.
"Spread your legs for me," I command, my voice thick with need.
Her thighs part without hesitation. The sight of her exposed and waiting makes my cock strain painfully against my jeans. But this isn't about me—not yet.
I lower myself between her thighs, ignoring the sharp pain in my chest. Her scent hits me first—intoxicating. I grip her hips, pulling her to the edge of the counter.
"Hold still," I warn, before burying my face between her legs.
The first taste of her nearly undoes me. I flatten my tongue against her clit, drawing a long, slow path upward. Her fingers find my hair, gripping tight enough to hurt. I like it—the pain grounds me, reminds me this isn't a dream.
I devour her like a starving man, circling her clit with my tongue before sucking it between my lips. Her thighs quiver against my shoulders and I hold her firmly in place.
I feel her body tense beneath my tongue, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes undone. She cries out my name, her back arching off the counter as she comes against my mouth. I hold her there, drinking in every drop, savoring the taste of her surrender.
"Noah," she gasps, her chest heaving. "I want to taste you now."
I straighten up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The wound in my chest pulses with pain but I ignore it. Nothing matters except Evelyn and this urgent desire between us.
"This won't stop me from fucking your pussy later," I warn her, my voice rough with need.
Her eyes darken as she slides off the counter, graceful even in her desperation. "I want your cum all over my body," she says, sinking to her knees before me.
The sight of Evelyn Anderson on her knees makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper. Her fingers work quickly, freeing me from the confines of my jeans. When her hand wraps around my dick I have to grip the counter to steady myself.
"Fuck," I hiss as her tongue darts out to taste the tip.
She looks up at me through long lashes, her lips parting to take me into her mouth. The wet heat of her engulfs me inch by inch until I feel the back of her throat.
I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding—just feeling the silken strands between my fingers as she works me deeper. She gags slightly, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, but she doesn't stop. Instead she takes me deeper, her throat constricting around me as she pushes past her limit.
Her tears streak down her cheeks but there's determination in her eyes. She wants this—wants to please me—and the realization makes me harder than I thought possible.
I grip her hair tighter, fighting to maintain control as she takes me deeper. She looks up, locking her gaze with mine. Those blue eyes—defiant even now—hold me captive.
"Fuck, Evelyn," I groan, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Her eyes never leave mine. Even with tears running down her cheeks there's power in her stare. She knows exactly what she's doing to me. My breathing turns ragged as pressure builds at the base of my spine.
"I'm close," I warn, my voice barely recognizable.
She moans around me, the vibration pushing me to the edge. Just before I lose control I pull back, slipping free from her mouth with a wet sound that echoes in the kitchen.
I grip myself, stroking roughly as she tilts her head back, offering her body to me. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, skin flushed pink from her own release.
"Give it to me," she demands, her voice hoarse from taking me.
My orgasm hits like a freight train. I come with a guttural groan, painting thick white streaks across her perfect breasts. Rope after rope lands on her skin, some reaching her collarbone, the rest pooling between her breasts before running down her stomach in rivulets.
She watches me through it all, those blue eyes never wavering as I mark her as mine. My cum glistens on her skin, claiming every inch it touches.
She rises slowly, her movements graceful even now. "I need a shower," she says, her voice still rough from taking me in her throat.
Before she can turn away, I grab her wrist, pulling her back against my chest. The wound throbs but I don't give a fuck. Pain is nothing compared to the need I still have for her.
"You're not going anywhere alone," I growl against her ear.
My hand slides down to grip her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh before I deliver a sharp slap that echoes through the kitchen. She gasps, her body jerking against mine.
"You're going to have a fucking shower with my dick inside you," I tell her, my voice low and dangerous. "I'm not done with you yet."
I can feel her pulse racing under my grip, see the flush spreading across her chest. She doesn't pull away. She presses back against me, her ass grinding against my already hardening cock.
"Then take me there," she challenges, turning her head to meet my gaze.
I walk into the bathroom, my body still tingling from Noah's touch. Steam rises as I turn the shower on hot, and fills the room with thick clouds. I glance down at my chest, at the evidence of Noah's desire still marking my skin.
"You look good wearing me," Noah says from the doorway, his eyes glittering with hunger.
I step under the spray, letting the water cascade over me. "Don't flatter yourself," I say but there's no bite in my words.
The truth is, I liked it. I liked tasting him, feeling his hands grip my hair, hearing the sounds he made when I took him in my mouth. The power I held over him in those moments was intoxicating—different from the power I feel when I play violin but no less potent.
I run my hands over my chest, washing away the evidence of our encounter. Part of me wishes I could keep his mark on me longer. The thought surprises me—I've never felt this way before, never wanted to be claimed.
I hear what’s left of Noah's clothes hitting the floor behind me. My body responds instantly, anticipating his touch.
"Don't turn around," he commands as he slides open the glass door.
I keep my back to him, water streaming down my spine. His presence fills the shower, the space suddenly smaller, hotter.
"Spread your legs and put your hands on the wall."
I hesitate for just a moment—a final, token resistance—before placing my palms flat against the cool tile and widening my stance.
Noah's chest presses against my back, careful of his bandaged wound. His lips find my neck as his hand slides around my hip, down between my legs.
"You're still wet for me," he says against my ear. "And not from the shower."
His fingers explore me, first one, then two sliding inside while his thumb circles exactly where I need it. I arch back against him, unable to stop the moan that escapes my lips.
"That's it," he says, his voice rough. "Show me how much you want this."
His fingers move faster, deeper, finding a rhythm that has me gasping. I press my forehead against the tile, surrendering to the sensation.
I'm trembling against the shower wall, Noah's fingers working magic inside me. The water streams down my back as I push against his hand, chasing the building pressure. I'm close—so close—my breath coming in short gasps.
"Noah," I whimper, my fingers curling against the tile.
Suddenly his fingers withdraw, leaving me aching and empty. I make a sound of protest, turning my head slightly.
"Not yet," Noah growls in my ear. "You don't get to come unless it's on my dick inside you."
I bite my lip, frustration and desire warring within me. His hands grip my hips and I feel the hard length of him pressing against my lower back. He slides it slowly down the curve of my spine, between my legs, teasing me.
"Please," I say, not recognizing my own voice—I've never begged for anything in my life.
Noah continues his torturous game, rubbing himself against me, sliding his cock between my thighs but never entering. Each pass brushes against my most sensitive spot, building the tension without release.
"Tell me you want it," he demands, his voice strained with his own control.
"I want you," I admit, past caring about pride. "Inside me. Now."
He positions himself at my entrance, the tip of him just barely pressing in. I push back, trying to take him deeper, but his grip on my hips tightens, holding me in place.
"My pace," he reminds me.
Then without warning Noah thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate him. He gives me no time to adjust before pulling back and driving in again, setting a punishing rhythm.
"This is what you needed, isn't it?" he growls, one hand sliding up to fist my wet hair. "My cock filling you up."
"Yes," I gasp as he pounds into me, each thrust hitting perfectly inside. The shower continues to rain down on us, adding to the slick sounds of our bodies connecting.
I cling to the shower wall, my fingers slipping against the wet tile as Noah drives into me from behind. The water beats down on us, steam filling the air, but I barely notice any of it. All I can focus on is the feel of him inside me, stretching me, claiming me.
"Fuck, Evelyn," he groans, his grip tightening on my hips. "You feel so good."
His pace quickens, each thrust more desperate than the last. I push back against him, meeting his movements, wanting him deeper. The tension builds inside me, a coiling pressure that threatens to snap.
"I'm close," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Noah, please?—"
He slides one hand around to where we're joined, his fingers finding that perfect spot. The dual sensation of his cock filling me and his fingers circling my clit sends me spiraling toward the edge.
"Come with me," he commands, his voice taut with effort. "Now, Evelyn."
His words push me over. I shatter around him, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I cry out his name. Noah follows immediately, burying himself deep inside me with one final, powerful thrust.
He presses his lips against my ear and the sound he makes—a raw, primal moan that vibrates through my entire body—intensifies my own release. Hearing him lose control because of me, feeling the way his body trembles against mine, satisfies something deep within me that I didn't know needed satisfying.
We stay connected for several moments, both of us breathing hard as the water continues to cascade over our bodies. I feel boneless, completely spent, held up only by Noah's arm around my waist and the wall in front of me.