50. Rory
Chapter 50
Rory
“Noah,” I moan, waking up to find my body on fire. My hips thrust up off the mattress as his fingers slide deep inside of me. I reach down blindly and my hands find his hair and I grab it, roughly, pushing on his head as I thrust to grind against his mouth.
“You taste so fucking good, Gorgeous. Nothing better in this world than your sweet pussy,” he growls against my clit, before moving his tongue over it so lightly that it’s almost a painful tease.
“Noah,” I gasp again. “I need…”
“What do you need, Rory? Tell me and I’ll give it to you,” he urges. I feel his hands move to hold onto my ass as he tilts me into him and then his tongue is diving inside of me, his lips, teeth… God, I feel it all as he eats at my pussy.
“You…” I cry, so close to coming I can feel it and it’s going to be huge when it does.
Noah shifts, so his fingers dive back into my pussy, the tips of his fingers sliding against my wet walls. Then, I feel his teeth, nibbling against my clit. My legs are over his shoulders, as he takes control of my body. I’m completely at his mercy and I love every minute of it. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue gently lapping against it, while he finger-fucks me hard. My body tightens and I cry out as I come so hard I could almost see stars.
My hands tighten into his hair so tight that it’s a wonder I don’t pull it out, as I ride out my orgasm. Noah continually laps at my pussy, helping to bring me down.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers against my tender pussy, his hot breath sending pleasurable chills over my body. “My gorgeous, beautiful, sweet as sugar, girl,” he adds, as I relax against the bed.
His words of praise pour over me and I open my eyes to look down at him. He’s staring up at me, a look on his face that I can’t quite place, but there’s an intensity to it that makes my heart beat faster.
“Noah,” I breathe out. It’s one word, just his name, but it’s full of everything I am feeling at that moment… Confusion, hunger, happiness, sadness, need, satisfaction… and perhaps most importantly, love. My relationship with Noah is nothing else if not complicated.
“Good morning, Gorgeous,” Noah murmurs softly against my lips.
I taste myself on his lips, which adds to the deliciously wicked feeling flowing through me right now. His rough hand slides against the side of my throat, making me want to purr. When he pulls back just enough space so he can look at me, I catch that intense look on his face again. It hasn’t softened at all despite the pleasure he’s given me.
I bring my hand up and drag my thumb through his short beard and the scruff on his face. I blush as I see signs of my orgasm glistening there.
“It’s definitely a good morning now,” I tell him and I watch hypnotized as his beautiful lips spread into a cocky smile. It makes me grin too, as my heart flips in my chest.
“I guess I’ll have to wake you up that way every morning then—just to make sure my baby always has a great day.”
“I don’t think I’d have a complaint. Of course, it could get a little repetitive after a while,” I giggle.
“I’ll make sure I get inventive,” he murmurs, coming back in for a quick kiss, before breaking away and lying on his back. I immediately curl into him, wanting to stay close to him.
“Where’s Ryan?” I ask, as I slowly come away from my orgasm and instead have my thoughts return to yesterday.
“He woke up early. I took him to the kitchen for breakfast. He’s doing some schoolwork with Dani now. They still keep Tyler on homeschool, because he’s having issues adjusting to being around people. He feels safer with Dani and Crusher closer.”
“Safer?” I ask, remembering that Tyler is closer to Ryan’s age, but they don’t interact much. Dani said they had only adopted him a few months back and he’s had a rough life which was making it hard for him to be around the other kids. I didn’t ask her to explain before, I didn’t want to pry, but now I find myself curious.
“I’m not sure, Gorgeous. I know his father was abusive and he was there for several years before being removed from the home and put into the system.”
“That’s sad,” I whisper, laying my head against Noah’s chest, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat drumming in my ear. “Parents are supposed to protect their children, not hurt them.”
“I know, Gorgeous. I know,” he says, with a definite edge to his voice.
“How’s Ryan? I got worried when you didn’t come back yesterday.”
“He’s hurting. My son has a lot to recover from. His biggest being the fact that you were hurt because of him.”
“Oh no. Noah, he wasn’t. Not really. King…”
“Is a dead man,” he says, his voice solid and so cold that Noah gives me chills again, but these aren’t pleasurable at all.
“Noah, King would have?—”
“Gorgeous, I know we need to talk about everything, but I can’t right now. Hearing what my son told me gutted me. I don’t think I can handle more right now and still function and do the things I need to do,” he responds, his hold on me tightening.
“I… Okay,” I whisper, unsure of myself. I can hear the anger in Noah’s voice and I know he’s trying to keep a tight hold on it. I have to worry about what Ryan told him.
“It’ll be okay, Rory. I promise. I’m going to make it okay,” he says. His voice is so full of anger and hurt that I want to ease it. I want to bring him the kind of peace that I seem to only find in his arms.
“Maybe we should forget everything for a bit, except each other,” I murmur, hooking my leg over his body and lifting so I’m sitting on him, a knee pressed in against each of his thighs.
“What do you have in mind, Gorgeous?” he asks, that hot as fuck smile coming across his lips again.
“A workout maybe? I know how you enjoy those and it must be said I do like it when you get all sweaty.”
“You do?” he asks with a hint of a laugh.
“Definitely,” I murmur, bucking against his cock, which is definitely hard and pushing up against me. I move just enough so his shaft slides between the lips of my pussy and I groan at how good the sensation feels.
I stretch over him, reaching for the nightstand drawer. That’s not easy because Noah grabs my hips and uses his body under me to thrust his cock back and forth against my now soaking wet pussy. A tremor of need crashes through me, causing me to jerk back, my hands grasping his shoulders and my fingers bite into his skin.
“You need my cock, Gorgeous?” he teases, dragging his cock slowly against me, pushing against my already throbbing clit.
“Yes,” I literally growl, lifting up and reaching over to the nightstand yet again.
Noah bites my nipple and I cry out at the pain and pleasure of it. My hand knocks over the lamp as my body jerks in reaction. Noah lets out a muffled laugh against my breast as his tongue laps at my nipple, trying to soothe the sting.
“What are you doing?” he mumbles, his fingers going to my other nipple while his tongue continues its torture.
“Getting a condom. I need you inside of me now,” I groan, groping blindly through the drawer to find one of those foil packets.
“We’re out, Gorgeous. We used the last one the other night,” he murmurs. “I haven’t had a chance to go out and get more yet.”
My body goes stiff as disappointment knifes through me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sensing the change in me.
“We can’t do this, Noah. Not without a condom.”
Those beautiful eyes of his that I love, instantly lose their relaxed vibe as disbelief sweeps over his face.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Very,” I tell him, my mouth suddenly dry, my heart slamming against my chest and I think I could easily be having a panic attack.
“Rory, I love you. You know that.”
“I do, but?—”
“I’m not going anywhere. I told you that you and Ryan are my priority. I sure as hell don’t have any other women in my bed,” he growls and he’s seriously pissed off now. I’m still trying to sift through all of the emotions that seem to be hitting me at once. Noah isn’t giving me a chance to do that however. He keeps at me. “Do you not see that?”
“Yes, I just?—”
“Are you telling me you don’t fucking believe I love you?”
“Noah, if you?—”
“If I what, Rory? If I just agree to wear a fucking condom for the rest of my life? I get that I let you down, Gorgeous. I get that I made every fucking mistake a man could make with a good woman. I fucking relive it every fucking day, wishing I could change it, but I can’t. All I can do is try to make it up to you.”
“Noah—”
“But I can’t make it up to you if you don’t let me, Rory. I can’t.”
“I just need time,” I tell him, wondering how things changed on a dime, so drastically.
“Time? Rory, I’m a man who lost months of his life, who thought he had seen the woman he loved and his son for the last time. I’ve been fighting like hell to come back and thankful I got a second chance. I don’t feel like wasting any more time. I want every fucking moment of the rest of my life filled with you and Ryan. That’s it. That’s where I am at here.”
“Noah,” I whisper brokenly. His words are beautiful, but they stir so much pain inside of me. “I’m not… I mean, I’m not ready for… I could get pregnant.”
“And I fucking pray you do. I pray for it, Rory. I want it. I want to give you another child.”
“We can’t replace the child we lost,” I tell him, the pain alive inside of me.
“I know that. God! Don’t you think I know that? But we could have more children. We could have a good life and Ryan would be surrounded by brothers and sisters.”
“I just can’t… not right now,” I tell him, feeling raw inside.
“Fine,” he says, sounding tired.
He reaches up and shifts my body so I’m lying on my back. I scramble to find the sheet and pull it over me, suddenly feeling way too exposed.
“Fine?” I ask confused.
“You don’t want to have another child with me, that’s fine, Rory. I’ll wrap up for the rest of my life. I’ll go have another surgery performed and have them make sure it’s irreversible. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You will?” I ask, shock thrusting through me at the speed of light. On the heels of that thought is the one that I don’t want him to fix it so he can’t have children. It’s a crazy thought, since I basically just told him I don’t want to get pregnant again. My brain is a mess… My life is a mess… Shit. I’m a mess.
“If it means I can have you for the rest of my life, Rory, I’ll make the damn appointment today.”
“Noah, I don’t?—”
“I just need one small thing from you,” he adds, interrupting me.
“What?” I ask, the word barely more than a quiet breath you have to strain to hear.
“Do you love me?”
“I… What?”
“It’s a simple question, Gorgeous. Do you love me? Is it too late? Did I kill whatever you had inside for me? Or…Do…You… Love … Me?”
My mouth goes dry and my heart literally turns over inside of my chest.
“Noah—”
“Yes or no, Rory. That’s all you have to say.”
“It’s complicated,” I start, trying to figure out how to make him understand the fear inside of me.
“It’s not,” he says, getting out of bed. I watch as he walks to the dresser tagging his jeans off the top of it and then stepping into them. “It’s not complicated at all and it just got a fuck of a lot clearer,” he says.
“Noah,” I cry as he walks away, but he doesn’t respond, even though I see his body jerk when I say his name. He doesn’t stop walking and I jump as the door slams loudly behind him.