CHAPTER 8
NOEL
I get lost in the way it feels to have my woman pressed up against me as she straddles my lap. When she showed up at Limitless, I knew she was the woman for me, but today she entwined everything she is with my soul. Having her by my side and noticing the way I was bothered by the attention and thanks from the people we came across in the market meant more to me than she’ll ever know.
To have her hand in mine made me feel like I could take on their gratitude and their praise without losing my shit. I love Wintervale and the people here are coming from a good place, but it’s not easy for me to accept the way they put me on a pedestal.
I don’t deserve to be up there as if I’m some kind of hero. I’m not.
All I did was follow the path I thought was the right one for me. In doing so, I lost parts of myself, and I lost men who became like brothers to me. I know others had it much worse while serving than I did, but it still changed something in me.
Coming back to Wintervale was a blessing and a curse. The way people view me is one of the things I would normally put under the curse column, but Delaney made it bearable.
My hands grip her ass and knead her luscious globes, my grip helping her grind down against my cock. I’m hard for her, but that’s nothing fucking new. I’m always hard for my woman.
It’s kind of a problem.
Until moments like this and right now it’s a welcome state of being.
The need to be buried inside her is becoming harder and harder to ignore. Remembering how it felt to be buried balls deep inside of her days ago has me wanting to do it again. And again. And a-fucking-gain.
I’m never going to get enough of her.
She might not know if she can trust my words and what I hope is our future, but I’m going to prove it to her. The fact that she didn’t brush me off by reminding me I’m her boss is enough of an in for me. I’ll keep showing up and proving it to her.
“Fuck yes, Freckles,” I growl, “grind down on my hard dick.”
A knock on the window of my truck has me growling, the sound feral, while Delaney lets out a yelp of surprise as she tries to jump away from me. She doesn’t get far considering she’s wedged between my chest and the steering wheel. Both of our heads turn slowly toward my window to find Huxley standing there with a huge grin on his face while he wiggles his eyebrows up and down shamelessly.
“Hey guys, I don’t mind the show at all,” he yells through the window and winks at Delaney who goes bright red, “but you might want to take this party inside.”
When I flip him off, he presses his face against the window and looks down as if he would be able to see anything even though my woman is still fully dressed. Delaney buries her face in her hands and presses her body as tightly against mine as she can.
“Go away,” I yell back at him, “or I’m going to kick your ass.”
He holds his hands up and takes slow steps backward for a few feet until he turns and heads toward the barn as he waves goodbye to us over his shoulder. When I look back at my woman, her shoulders are shaking. Panic hits me and twists my gut.
“Freckles,” I try and soothe her, “he’s an asshole and not worth your tears.”
Her head jerks up and I can see the amusement in her eyes as she grins, and laughter spills out of her. My shoulders slump and I can’t help but join her. The sound of our combined laughter fills the cab of my truck and makes my heart really fucking happy.
“We should take this inside,” Delaney’s voice is a sultry rasp as her eyes sparkle with mischievousness.
My grip tightens on her ass as I open the door and then maneuver us out without letting her go. Her arms wrap around my neck and her nails trial along the edge of my hairline at the nape of my neck.
“Fuck,” I groan, “you’re trouble.”
She looks up at me from underneath her eyelashes with an innocent smile on her lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh,” I grunt as I stride toward the porch, up the stairs, and into the house.
I don’t stop until I kick the door to my room closed behind us. As I slide my woman down my body, we both let out needy sounds. The one that comes from the back of my woman’s throat has my cock throbbing and almost bursting through the zipper of my jeans.
Even though I expect my woman to start stripping, she drops to her knees. I suck in a sharp breath as my cock throbs with her in this position. My eyes are wide and wild as I look down at the vision in front of me. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“Freckles,” I grit out through my teeth, “you don’t have to do this.”
Her pouty lips curl into a slight smirk as her hands reach for my belt. “I want to,” she breathes out as her eyebrows pull together in concentration.
I swear I don’t fucking blink because I don’t want to miss a single second of my woman getting my dick out and taking me into her mouth. Time seems to slow down or maybe her movements are just that deliberate. I’m pretty sure I don’t even breathe until my cock springs free, and my woman wraps her delicate fingers around my hard shaft.
When she kisses the tip, my knees go weak, and I hiss out a sound that is a mix of praise and encouragement. I use both hands to gather her brown hair, twisting the strands around one of my fists as the other cradles the back of her head.
It’s going to take all of my willpower not to fuck her face.
I don’t think I’m strong enough to resist.
My woman’s eyes glint as she looks up at me and parts her perfect lips before flicking the tip of her tongue to collect the pre-cum on the crown. I have to move my feet further apart and brace myself because the pleasure spiking through my body at that simple contact threatens to take me down.
Once she takes me to the back of her throat, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have an out-of-body experience.
“You look so fucking good on your knees for me, Freckles,” my voice is husky and tinged with barely contained need.
When she takes me into her warm, wet mouth, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a low groan filled with pleasure. The way her lips wrap around me as she moves up and down my length is one of my favorite feelings in the world. It’s right up there with burying my face between her thighs so I can taste her arousal and the feeling of sliding deep inside of her dripping pussy.
When she hums the vibration slithers through my cock and my fingers tighten in my woman’s hair and twitch against the back of her head. I’m a panting fucking mess, but that’s what she does to me. It’s what she always does to me.
“That’s it,” I growl, “suck my cock. Feels so good.”
Her green eyes are staring up at me and lit up as if she’s enjoying watching every single one of my reactions to what she’s doing to me. I hiss out her name when her fingers slide up my thigh to gently grip my balls. The way she rolls them in her hand has me grunting every time I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I rasp.
Unable to fight the need to take control anymore, I push my woman’s head down until she’s taking as much of my length as she can. My cock throbs when I watch tears well up in her eyes. But she doesn’t struggle or try to pull away. She doesn’t tap my thigh or squeeze my balls tighter to show me her displeasure.
No, not my woman.
She relaxes and I slide just a little bit farther into her mouth.
“That’s it,” I praise her, and I can practically see the smile in her eyes.
It’s like my woman is glowing.
With a harsh growl, I pull her off my length. Watching her gasp for breath makes me feel fucking feral. I tug her up and strip her quickly, loving the haze of lust in her eyes. My movements are quick as I stand, turn, and toss her onto the bed. Before she’s settled completely, I’m almost stripped down.
The moment I am, I crawl over my woman’s body. Her toned legs wrap around my waist and tug me down toward her. I settle my hips against hers and moan as my cock makes contact with her weeping pussy.
“So wet for me,” I tease her just as I lower my mouth and suck one of her hard nipples between my lips.
Delaney arches her back like she’s feeding me her tit for my own personal enjoyment. What’s not to enjoy? She’s fucking perfect.
“Noel,” she moans, “stop teasing me. I need you to fill me up.” When I bite down on her nipple before popping off, she gasps, “Please.”
One of her hands snakes between our bodies and grips the base of my length. The moment I feel her entrance, I thrust forward at the same time I strike and suck her other nipple into my mouth. The wail that comes out of my woman, one filled with pure fucking pleasure, makes me start to pound into her.
I can’t stop myself. I don’t even want to.
Every time I thrust inside of her, she lets out a sound of pleasure that goes straight to my balls. Not wanting to come too soon, I slow down my thrusts. I keep fucking her hard and the way her walls clamp down on me feels like her body is begging me for more.
She tilts her hips and pants, “Oh yes, right there.”
My gaze stays trained on her face, unable to look away as I take in the look of pure fucking bliss while I pump into her hard. I can hear how wet she is as I move in and out of her pussy, the sound melds with the symphony of our skin slapping together.
“You like taking my cock, Freckles?” Her nails dig into my shoulders as her moans spill from her faster and louder. “That’s it. You take all of me so fucking perfectly.”
“So close,” she mewls as her back arches and her tits press against me.
Feeling her hard nipples against my chest is almost my undoing. Hell, everything this woman does almost has me losing myself. My balls draw up, but there’s no way she’s not going to come before me.
No fucking way.
“Need you to come and cover my cock with your juices,” there’s a plea in my voice.
I start to fuck her faster and swivel my hips when I’m buried deep inside of her, giving her some friction against her clit.
A long, keening moan comes from the back of my woman’s throat when her body locks up and her pussy squeezes my length as her orgasm washes over her. I pump into her a few more times, but then I’m fucking lost in a desperate pleasure I’ve only ever felt with her.
“Delaney,” I growl as my cock pulses and her walls milk every drop of cum from me. “Love the way your pussy sucks my cum from me.”
As much as I want to collapse on top of her, I roll us until she’s draped over my chest because I don’t want to hurt her. Even with my dick softening, I love the feeling of being inside of her. I don’t want to be anywhere else.
The only sounds are our panting breaths as I run my hands up and down her back. Her soft skin is slick with sweat, but I don’t give a fuck. She doesn’t seem to mind that my chest is the same as she rests her head right above where my heart is slowly calming down.
I don’t let go of her, I can’t. With my arms wrapped around her, I realize she didn’t tell me if staying is something she will even consider. Maybe someone else would take her launching herself at me as answer enough, but not me.
Even without knowing her long, I know my woman.
She was touched, but she doesn’t know if she can commit to staying.
A smile tugs at my lips because I just need time to convince her. I won’t stop until I do.