Chapter 52 #2
“Yeah, you better,” I warn as I focus on our family.
It seems nobody plans on leaving, and Noah’s room is filled with flowers and balloons.
Skylar bought him a giant bear with the words, “Don’t die,” on the front.
The room is overflowing with love, and it’s clear Noah is feeling it, as well as guilt.
It softens me toward him, so when he escapes to the bathroom a few hours later, I follow him in, leaning my back against the door.
His head is in his hands as he leans into the sink.
“I feel like the worst person ever. All these people are here for me despite me not telling them the truth.”
“Loving someone means being there even when they don’t make it easy,” I say as I move toward him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head against the middle of his back. He releases a shuddering breath, his hands covering mine.
“Just don’t do it again or I’ll hold you with Sky while Alek beats some sense into you,” I mumble. He chuckles, the vibrations moving me before he turns and tugs me between his legs, pressing his forehead to mine as he holds me.
“I love you,” he whispers before his lips find mine in a hard, claiming kiss that has me panting when I pull away.
“No fair,” I mutter. “I’m still mad at you. You can’t kiss me like that.”
“No?” His eyes seem to burn with something as his lips tilt up in a wicked smile.
“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t,” I warn.
“I was thinking . . . how about I make you feel better and start working on my apology?”
My eyes widen as he drops to his knees, my head swinging to the door. “Noah,” I hiss in warning.
“They wouldn’t dare come in here. Besides, they are too busy arguing amongst themselves to care.” His eyes roll up to mine. “I need you, baby. You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?”
“You need to rest.”
“Fuck rest. I need my boy. Nothing else.” He shoves my pants down and stares up at me with so much love in his eyes, I falter.
It’s all I ever wanted to see from him, for him to love me as much as I love him, and from the obsession I see in his eyes, I’d say I got my wish.
I just never realized the heartache that would come with it, but I wouldn’t ever go back to the way we were, not even knowing how it could end.
His eyes sparkle as he leans in and rubs his face against my hardening dick.
“Let me make you feel good, baby. You can go back to being mad at me after.”
“Noah.” My mouth is dry, and I try to swallow around the desire pounding through me as my cock begs for his attention.
I’m trying to remember all the reasons why we shouldn’t, but it’s hard with him looking at me like this.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” he murmurs as he slides his hand up and wraps it around the base of my shaft. The firm pressure makes my eyes cross, and I thrust into his fist, making him grin as he opens his mouth and sucks the tip of my cock inside. I groan at the warm, wet heat and stumble forward.
Humming, he slides his mouth down my length, swallowing me all the way to the back of his throat. His obsessive, lustful expression makes my chest heave. It’s the look I’m crazy about. He stares at me like that all the time now, but especially when I’m naked.
He sucks hard, giving me his mouth to own, and I’m helpless.
Biting my hand, I try to stifle my cries as he spins me and presses me to the sink, my legs shaking as I reach down before remembering his hurt head. Instead, I grab his shoulder, trying to control myself, but my hips move without conscious thought.
He needs to rest, but I couldn’t stop him if I tried.
“Noah,” I whimper before slapping my hand over my mouth to silence my words.
He pops his mouth off. “Fuck, I’ve always loved the way you say my name like it’s a goddamn prayer. Even before, I felt like a filthy fuck because I always imagined you saying it while I fucked you.”
My eyes widen, and he grins as he sucks me into his mouth.
His eyes are filled with love as he takes me all the way to the back of his throat.
My eyes fight to close, but I keep them on him, feeling an insane fear that if I look away, he’ll disappear.
He must sense my terror because he slurps my cock and cradles my balls in his fingers, distracting me with desire until I thrust into his mouth.
I try to be gentle, but as my release builds, I can’t hold back.
Muffled moans escape my lips as I plunge down his throat.
He takes all of it, watching me with that dreamy expression.
“Noah, I’m going to come,” I warn, but he presses closer, tightening his hand on my balls to the point of pain, and swallows me to the back of his throat.
My eyes roll back as my release slams into me.
I squirt down his throat, and he swallows every drop, sucking me dry as I gasp and heave.
Noah licks me clean before sliding me out of his mouth and licking his lips as he stares up at me.
He stands and catches me when I would have fallen, then he lifts me onto the counter as I shake.
Noah grips my neck until my eyes open and lock on his.
“I’m never letting you go, Mackie. You’re mine.
You fought for me for many years, but it’s my turn to fight for you now, baby.
” Reaching up, he tugs his necklace off and drapes it around my neck.
It dangles just a bit shorter than the one his father gave me.
I know what that necklace means. He got it for the first race he won.
It’s his biggest trophy, yet he hangs it around my neck like it’s nothing.
“This always belonged to you. Keep it safe for me, along with my heart.”
“Noah.” I reach up to take it off, and his eyes narrow as his hand tightens, the slight edge making me gasp. I love Noah when he’s sweet and kind, but when he gets like this, it does something to me.
“If you take that off, I’ll superglue it to your neck. Understood?” I nod in his hand, and he relaxes his grip. “Good boy. I love you.”
“Still mad,” I mutter, trying to remember why. His eyes narrow and he leans in, tightening his hand again as it snakes around my throat.
“Say it back, baby, or I’ll get on my knees again, and they’ll have to come in here and drag me off you.”
“I love you too,” I blurt, and he smiles as he kisses me.
“Good. Remember that for when you are mad at me, and when you are, I’ll get down on my knees.”
Just then, there’s a knock on the door, and my eyes widen. I try to slip past him, but Noah’s hand tightens. “Yeah?” he calls as he kisses me again, pressing his thumb into my jaw until my mouth opens, and his tongue slips in, tangling with mine.
“You guys okay?” It’s Conan, and he sounds worried. My cheeks heat as I try to pull away, but he kisses me until he finally pulls back.
“Fine. Mackie is just helping me clean up,” he calls as he slides his hand down my torso and grips my cock. “Right, Mackie?”
“Right!” I call, my voice higher-pitched, and Noah smirks.
“Okay, we’ll be . . . um, out here.” He coughs, and I swear I hear someone laugh.
Burying my face against Noah’s neck in mortification, I slap him. “I can’t go back out there now.”
“No? Should we stay in here? I’m betting we could try some new positions—” I smack him and step past, pointing my finger at him.
“You’re a heathen. Leave me alone!” I warn as I rip the door open and flee, his laughter chasing me.
I stop in the room, my cheeks turning red as I stare at everyone, their knowing smiles aimed my way. “Sex is good for healing,” my grandma remarks. “You should do it often.”
“Kill me right now.” I cover my face.
“I’m so proud of you. It seemed like a good finish,” Skylar comments as he claps. “With us right here, so proud.”
Nope, that’s it. I’m out.