CHAPTER 11
DELANEY
Even though the house is quiet, I’m still cautious when I open my door. I peek down the hallway one direction and then the other like I’m a fucking super spy. I’m not. Honestly, I’m not even very discreet.
It wouldn’t surprise me to find out everyone knows what I’m up to at night. There have been very few nights where I’ve actually slept in the room I’ve been given at Limitless Ranch since I stopped fighting the pull I have toward Noel. I could say it’s just because I sleep better with him wrapped around me, but I’d be telling lies.
The way that man can play my body is unreal. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure. It’s an experience, one I crave.
When I heard about Clive and Ester coming home today to be here for Fletcher and Eden’s wedding, I wasn’t sure I’d still be able to sneak down to Noel’s room. There was no way I would be doing this now if Clive and Ester weren’t out in their RV which makes sense considering it is what they consider their home.
And it’s nice in there, too.
After dinner tonight, we went on a tour. I’m surprised August didn’t pack his things right then and move in. He was practically vibrating with excitement as Ester showed him and Macklin around. I have no doubt there will be at least one sleepover for the boys before Clive and Ester get back on the road.
If they get back on the road.
There was something sparkling in their eyes as they interacted with Macklin. It wasn’t just Mack either. They looked at August the same way and made sure to include him, ask him questions, and give just as much attention to my brother as they did to the little boy who is officially becoming their grandson soon.
The way they opened up their hearts to August and me had me yearning to stay right where I am. Could it be this simple? Could this be my life?
Noel is sitting on the edge of his bed when I open his door a fraction and peek my head inside. He waves his hand to beckon me in with a soft smile on his face. Can he read my mind? Does he know how close I am to throwing myself into this thing with him?
“Come here, Freckles,” his voice is a sexy as hell rasp.
My feet move me into the room, and I close and lock the door behind me—you know, just in case. I glide right between his legs and his large hands come down on my hips. The way he touches me is filled with possession.
A small yelp comes out of me when he practically dives toward my chest and buries his face between my tits. His hot breath slides along the skin exposed by my tank top and causes my nipples to harden. I want this man something fierce and I can hardly stand it.
“Noel,” I murmur softly as I reach for him and slide my fingers through his hair.
He lets out a low rumble filled with pleasure. The way he responds to the simplest of touches blows my mind. I’m not any better—he can touch me and make my body feel things I didn’t even realize were possible.
“I need you to strip for me,” he mumbles against my cleavage.
“Are you sure?” My words are hesitant, “I just mean your parents are right outside.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his brown eyes dark with desire and a savage need that has my pussy clenching in anticipation. The way he studies me should make me squirm, but it just makes me want him more.
Has anyone ever seen me like Noel sees me?
“Oh,” he rumbles, “I’m sure. You have no idea how difficult it’s been to keep my hands off you all night while my family showed you just how loved and accepted you are.”
My breath hitches when he uses the ‘L’ word. Sure, everyone has been nice, but love? That’s huge.
I can feel my eyes go big and round as I look down at him. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t force me to accept what he’s placing at my feet. No, Noel Burns just waits like he has all day and night for me to catch up.
Maybe he does.
My hands shake as I start to peel my clothes off. The way he bites his lip while he watches me makes me even more turned on.
“Noel,” I whine softly.
He stills my hands when I’m about to peel my panties down over my hips and yanks me closer before easily lifting me until I’m straddling him. The fact that he’s still dressed and I’m only wearing a scrape of lace is a lesson in sinful contradictions.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers after burying his face in my neck.
His lips feel like fire against my skin. The way he kisses along my jawline and then down to my collarbone has me shaking in his arms. He latches onto me and his teeth nip me. I know he’ll be leaving a mark behind, but I can’t find it in me to care.
When I rock my hips against him, I can feel how hard he is for me. I giggle and his hands squeeze my hips, asking a silent question since his mouth is busy. Very fucking busy.
“Aren’t you uncomfortable with your cock trapped in your jeans?”
Noel doesn’t answer, he just grunts and sucks harder. I’d normally blanche at the idea of having a hickey on me, but it feels like a claim. A dark part of me welcomes it.
Wants it.
Can’t wait to look in the mirror and see the evidence of Noel’s need for me.
My fingers grip the hem of his shirt, and I tug. An angry grumble comes out of him when his mouth loses contact with my skin for a moment.
“You’re so warm,” I muse when I can finally touch him and skim my fingers over his shoulders and down his arms.
Watching how everywhere I touch becomes covered in goosebumps makes me feel powerful. My head falls back as Noel finally, fucking finally, dips his head lower and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
Sadly, I never really understood the power of foreplay before I met this man. Now, I live for it.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he growls. “Love the way you respond to me, the way your body calls to me.”
Fuck.
My entire body shudders with his words and suddenly it becomes glaringly obvious just how empty my pussy is.
“You’re going to ride my cock, Freckles,” he commands, “and I won’t be able to keep my eyes off you.”
“Pretty sure that’s a problem you always have,” I sass.
I let out a startled yelp when he bites down on my nipple. It’s not hard enough to break the skin or anything like that, but it is a reminder. But I happen to know that he likes my sass. He craves it.
“Keep talking, Delaney,” he husks, “and I’ll put you over my knee.” My thighs clench and he doesn’t miss it. The laugh that comes out of him is a deep, dark, and filled with promises of everything decadently sinful. “Oh,” there’s a taunt in his voice, “you like that idea, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” I hedge.
I wouldn’t have thought it would be something I’d be interested in before, but I’m learning Noel can challenge me in ways I’m not used to. With anyone else, I wouldn’t have allowed it. With him, I welcome it.
“Freckles,” there’s a warning in his tone as he grips my panties and rips them from my body.
Holy shit.
As if my mind isn’t already spinning, he suddenly grips my ass with one hand while hiking me up higher on his chest as he stands. How is it possible to feel suspended and steady at the same time? It’s wild and I can only gasp at the sensation.
“What are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer, but it becomes very clear when he sits down, and his pants and boxer briefs are now down around his thighs. His hard length slides between my slick pussy lips. The way he jostles me while kicking his pants off and away from his body has the head of his cock hitting my clit in the most perfect way.
“Say it,” he snarls, his command a challenge.
“I need you inside of me, Noel,” my words come out as a keening wail.
The need I have for him is a knot in my gut. With every second that ticks by, it grows in intensity. I meet his gaze and the look he gives me is downright feral.
It’s hot as hell.
Noel’s hands roam over my body, and it feels like he’s touching so much more than just my skin.
“You’re mine,” he grunts as he lifts me slightly and notches the head of his cock at my entrance.
My head falls back, the anticipation of him being deep inside of me almost too much for me to bear. “Yes,” I hiss as I wiggle and try to impale myself on his length.
He doesn’t let me.
The grip he has on me is firm. Punishing. A reminder of the way I’ve denied him, the way I tried to keep distance between us out of fear.
He doesn’t say the words, doesn’t accuse me, but I don’t need him to. Because I can feel it.
When I’m panting and tears threaten to spill over where I’m barely holding them back because the need I have for him is overwhelming, Noel takes pity on me. I shriek when he yanks me downward, filling me with one animalistic thrust.
One moment I’m far too empty.
And the next I’m far too full.
The feeling of Noel Burns buried balls deep inside of me is one I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. And one I’ll never be able to give up.
“Ride me,” he snarls.
And I do. Oh, I ride him like this is the last chance for us to breathe the same air, feel each other’s skin, and move together.
He thrusts upward every time I drop down. The way the head of his cock slides over my g-spot has me seeing stars. My movements become erratic as I fuck him harder, needing more and chasing it with everything I am.
“That’s it,” he encourages me, take your pleasure, Freckles. You have no idea how fucking sexy you are right now as you take what’s yours.”
My moans become wails of bliss. When I come down on him and the walls of my pussy are stretched to the max, I grind my hips and give my clit the friction I need. My body shudders as my thighs clench and I almost can’t move with how fucking good it feels.
Noel doesn’t stop though. His grip tightens on my hips, and he lifts me up before slamming me back down. He fucks me as I teeter on the edge. It feels like I can’t breathe, but I don’t need to. Not when he’s inside me.
“I feel,” I gasp, “so full.”
He clenches his jaw so hard that he becomes a study of strength and control. Control I want to see snap. Strength I revel in and soak up to make it my own.
The snarl on his face has me falling over the edge. Stars dance across my vision, and I moan loudly, not caring if anyone can hear me. Let them. They should know that this man owns me.
Completely.
With the raw power coming from him, I never stood a chance. It wasn’t worth the fight. He does something to me. He makes me feel brave.
“So fucking tight,” he grits out, his fingers a punishing reminder of how close he is to losing himself in me.
It only takes a few more thrusts and then the warmth of his cum is filling me. But I can only stare at him. His eyes are wild, bordering on dangerous. There’s a glint in them, one of passion, but it’s soft around the edges.
“Delaney,” my name on his lips is a reverent whisper as he presses his forehead against mine.
Our bodies shudder in tandem, the aftershocks of our orgasm feeding each other and making us whole. He doesn’t pull out of me, and I can feel every shift of his body as he moves us farther onto the bed and he lays back against the pillows.
When he’s comfortable, I burrow into his chest and let my eyes drift closed. I’ll clean up in a few minutes. Or Noel will clean me up at some point.
He’ll take care of me; he’s proven as much to me. As I drift off, my only thoughts are about how I want this to be my life.
My heart yearns to stay right here with him.