Chapter Twenty-Six
Noah
My Saturday couldn’t start better than waking up to the muted pounding of the Pacific waves and the soft sound of Bobbi’s breathing. The room’s dark from the blackout curtains, and she’s taking advantage and continuing to sleep. Bobbi in my arms, in my bed, is a dream come true. I can’t believe I didn’t know this was exactly what I wanted until now.
It’s been a week since I made my case to Bobbi. We’ve been staying at her place since it’s easier for her to make the commute from Sherman Oaks than Malibu. Our routine is simple. She wakes up at the crack of dawn, tells me to keep sleeping, and heads to the shower. I get up anyway and prep a tumbler full of fresh coffee, then hand it to her with a kiss and a cheery “Have a great day!” and wave goodbye as her Tacoma peels out from the driveway.
After coffee and a simple breakfast, I take flowers to her bakery around ten after the crazy rush of carb-desperate commuters is over. I started with white calla lilies—which she kept this time, much to my satisfaction—and to vary things a little, I bring pink roses, purple Thai orchids, white and pink peonies and lavender hyacinths depending on the day. The smile she gives me is the greatest reward, along with cupcakes that are like the cherry topping on a sundae…even though they aren’t croissants. She’ll offer those when she’s ready—and she’s truly forgiven me.
I regard her lying next to me on the bed. Although I acted shamelessly to get her to agree to give me a chance, there’s no question that I treated her badly before. If the situation were reversed, I might’ve shot me dead on the spot. The plain fact is that Bobbi’s heart is softer than I deserve. I have a lot to make up for. Which includes taking care of Se?or Mittens, who was there for her when I wasn’t.
After visiting the bakery, I return to her place to play with the cat and feed His Feline Majesty a feast fit for the Prince of Wales. Although he regards me with the usual cat-like disdain, the little kitty loves me, I can tell. And he came through when I needed him the most.
Thinking of this reminds me of Bobbi throwing me down…which honestly was hot as hell.
My cock stirs. I shift closer and bury my nose in the warm silken tangle of her hair. Her feminine scent never fails to excite me. I could live to be a hundred, and she’d still be the only woman to inflame me like this.
I run my hand gently over her sweet curves, my blood starting to simmer. She thinks her body isn’t particularly sexy because she doesn’t have giant tits or massively flaring hips, but the strength in her lean muscles is more erotic than any breast could ever be.
My phone buzzes behind me, rattling against the night stand. Shit. I quickly reach over and grab it, praying the sound didn’t wake Bobbi up. Mom again. I slide my finger over the red, cutting it off. A text pops up.
–Mom: This isn’t funny.
Neither is your calling me early Saturday morning. She’s been hassling me since Wednesday to go kill some terrorist. You’d think I was the only sniper left in the country.
She even offered some protection for Bobbi as a sweetener. Ha! The day I can’t protect her is the day I quit living. Mom thinks she got me because of my unease with Trey, but he hasn’t been around since our encounter a few days back. Hopefully, he’s busy with his job. Or he’s found the love of his life—who happens to live in Riyadh or Lahore or some other place far, far away from Los Angeles.
Bobbi turns toward me, rubbing her eyes. “Who’s that?” Her voice is husky with sleep.
“Nobody important.”
A beat passes. A flick of a switch, and the lamp by her side of the bed casts a warm glow over us. “And this unimportant person has your number?”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have been so dismissive.” That isn’t the kind of future relationship she wants. “It was my mother.”
“Shouldn’t you have answered it?”
“No. She just wants me to do some chores.” But of course Bobbi will wonder why I’m unwilling to be nice to my mom. “At her house in Dubai.”
Bobbi blinks. “In Dubai? As in the Middle East?”
“Yeah. It’ll take at least a week.” Probably longer, although that isn’t something I’m willing to discuss in detail. “And I’m not spending a week overseas when I promised to be with you.”
“But if she’s calling, you might be the only person who can help.”
I shake my head. “There are plenty of people who can do it. I already gave her several referrals. She just wants to be difficult about it.”
“Maybe she misses you, and this is her way of getting you to visit.”
It’s hard to keep a straight face. “Uh, yeah, Mom’s not the most gregarious person.” If Bobbi knew what Mom is really like, she’d never think that. On the other hand, if she knew what my mother is really like, she wouldn’t be in bed with me. Who wants a sociopath for a mother-in-law?
On my birthdays, she sends me bullets. On Mother’s Day, she wants nothing but knives. Christmas? The only thing stopping her from giving me the names of all the people she wants dead is the fact that I only do sanctioned kills.
“Besides, I visited her a few weeks ago,” I say. “And this isn’t about her needing me to pay for something. She as loaded as I am.” She has plenty of assets to choose from. It doesn’t have to be me, even if I’m one of the better and more convenient tools. “She just likes to see me jump when she snaps her fingers, regardless of my availability.”
Bobbi grows quiet, then finally nods and cuddles with me. The little knot in my gut eases, and I enjoy the simple pleasure of her warmth. I hold her close, then slowly rub my cock against the taut skin of her belly, my palm skimming over her back, then cupping her ass. Her breathing quickens.
Lust starts to build. But I want her for intimacy and closeness, not just orgasms. And now that it’s the weekend, we have plenty of time to indulge ourselves.
“What time is it?” she asks sleepily.
I’m more interested in feeling her up than checking the time. “I don’t know. Eight-forty?” It was eight-thirty-ish when Mom called, so close enough.
“Shit!” Bobbi jumps up, pushing my hands off.
“What?” I ask, but immediately focus at the sight of her nude body rushing toward the bathroom. That ass, those legs… I sit back and enjoy the view.
“I’m late!”
“Late? It’s Saturday.” Maybe she has the days confused.
“For lunch with your family!”
“I told you, they’re coming here. Come back to bed.” I pat the spot next to me invitingly. A sadly wasted gesture since she doesn’t bother to look in my direction.
“Even so, I’m still late. And no, I’m not going back to bed.”
“I’ll be quick.” I sound like the devil tempting Eve. Just one bite, pretty lady.
Bobbi knows me too well. “Ha! I don’t believe you.”
She slips into the ensuite bathroom. I jump off the mattress and hurry toward her. “Okay, well… Let’s shower together.”
Her gaze drops to my erection. A hint of wistfulness passes over her, and I smile. She lifts her eyes to my face, and something firms in her expression. With an I-don’t-think-so smile, she shuts the door in my face. A metallic click says I’m locked out.
“Come on. You’re wasting water.” Appeal to her civic-mindedness.
“Ha! Us in the shower together will waste more.”
“I need to shower, too.”
“There are seven bathrooms in this house.”
I let out a theatrical sigh. “Cruelty, thy name is Bobbi.”
The sound of the water cuts me off. I can just picture her determined face, her lips pursed and eyes slanted watchfully at the door between us. I shake my head with a small laugh. Well…nothing to do but go to another bathroom and grab a quick shower myself. I’m not going to miss watching her get ready.
I throw on a gray T-shirt and shorts and get comfortable on the rumpled bed. Bobbi comes out a few minutes later, face freshly scrubbed and rosy. A fluffy white towel is around her, stopping at upper thighs and revealing those endless legs. Maybe I should get her an anklet. She’s fond of blue, so maybe something with sapphires… Hmm.
She pushes the pump on a bottle, and the tiny opening squirts a generous dollop of white goo onto her palm. It looks like cum, and she slathers it all over her face and body. We could’ve done something similar—her full lips wrapped around my shaft and her fingers in her pussy as she made herself happy while sucking me off. And the finale would have her climax with me coming on her face. Or on her chest. I’m accommodating.
Oblivious to the dirty fantasies in my head, she goes through her skin-care routine, then drops the towel and dons a pale mint green bra with matching lace thong that hug her body perfectly. My mouth dries, my cock hardening painfully. Mint’s supposed to be cool, but on her it’s scorching hot.
Great. Now I’m going to think about her in that lingerie all day.She pulls on a pale azure fitted sleeveless top and a flaring short skirt in the same shade as the Thai orchids I gave her on Thursday.
She gathers her hair into a top knot and skewers it with a stick lacquered in pink. The updo reveals the graceful lines of her neck and shoulders. And a hickey on the back of her neck.
My woman,I think with satisfaction.
She runs her hands down the shirt and skirt and turns left and right, checking. Then she reaches into her bag and applies mascara on her already long and thick lashes. Her eyes drop to her phone, then she frowns a little before running some red lipstick over her mouth.
“What’s the matter? It’s not even nine thirty,” I say.
“Right. Not enough time.” She slips her feet into nude slingbacks.
“You need a necklace.”
“What?” She stops and looks at her reflection. “You think so?”
“Yeah.” I get up and grab a long box from the drawer in my closet. Peery Diamonds sent it a while back, but there hasn’t been a good opportunity to give it to her.
I open the lid and show her the glittering rubies and the huge diamond in the center that shines like the sun. Her lips part as she stares at the stones, her fingers over her mouth. “Oh my God.”
“You like it?” I grin.
“Noah.” She lifts her gaze to meet mine. “It’s so extravagant.”
“You aren’t answering the question.”
“Well, yes, of course. It’s gorgeous, but—”
I kiss her. “No buts.”
“But—”
I kiss her again. “Just say thank you.”
She sighs. “Thank you.”
“Good girl.” I pick up the string of gems and put it around her neck. My eyes catch hers in the mirror, and I smile. “Beautiful.” It’s even more amazing on her than I imagined when I first saw the necklace in the Peery catalog. Without breaking eye contact, I kiss her neck, taking in the warmth of her skin, the soft sweet fragrance that somehow always surrounds her.
We have plenty of time before the guests arrive. I slip my hand under her shirt, stroking her taut belly. Her breathing hitches, and I bring her close, so she can feel how much I want her right now.
“Noah…” She sighs my name like it’s both a torment and pleasure, then she pulls away. “I can’t. I’m rushed for time as it is.”
What?
She dashes out of my arms, then out of the bedroom entirely.
I follow her to the kitchen. “My brothers and their wives aren’t arriving until eleven thirty or later, in case you forgot.”
“I’m baking.” She reaches into one of the brown bags she brought with her last night, then pulls another from the fridge.
Perhaps I didn’t make the purpose of the lunch clear. I want my family to impress her. I’m the bird doing his best to woo a mate by displaying everything he’s got. I put my hands on her shoulders and spin her around. “Relax. I didn’t bring you here to cook.”
She breathes out. “I know that, but I want to. Having people enjoy my food makes me happy. I want to bake for your family. Nothing special. Just three pies and two cobblers.”
Of all the times to suddenly get domestic.I sigh, but respect her decision. “Let me help you then.”
“Okay.”
I set the ovens to the temperature she asks for. For once I’m glad my place has four ovens, even though until now I’ve never had an occasion to use any. She peels, cores, pits and cuts up apples, nuts, and cherries and peaches with an ease that would impress even my mother. Her comfortable expertise is a massive turn-on. I’m acutely aware that she doesn’t really need anybody—and she certainly has no need for my money or influence. She’s too capable, too smart. The people in her tightly knit social circle are ones she has a deep affection for, and relief and pride twine through me in the knowledge that she considers me worthy.
I measure sugar and butter and hand her spices as she calls for them, my forearms and fingers brushing against hers. Her breathing stills when we touch, and a pretty flush colors her sculptured cheeks. Electricity hums under my skin.
Finally, she puts the pies and cobblers into the ovens, sets the timers on each unit, then lets out a breath.
“You shouldn’t worry so much,” I say. “You’re going to be the most popular person.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because nobody can eat diamonds or dildos. Or the money GrantEm makes. Or Griffin’s academic papers…”
She chokes, then lets out a lilting laugh.
“I’m serious.” I kiss her smiling mouth. She kisses me back softly, her tongue flicks against mine in a silent gesture of apology for ignoring me earlier. I take advantage and fuse our mouths, plunder her, taste the mint from the toothpaste and the sweet honey of her.
The need for her thrums in my veins. The heat of the kiss burns through me, slowly pushing away a small bit of anxiety that’s a by-product of my overwhelming desire to have this lunch be perfect.
Her soft whimper stokes my lust, and I slip my hand underneath her top and bra and knead her soft breast. She threads her fingers into my hair and clenches, until my scalp prickles from the tight pull.
The tightness of her shoulders betrays her nerves. The fact that she wants to make a good impression on my family soothes some of my own nerves. I run my lips and tongue along the sensitive curves of her neck, then push the top out of the way and pull her nipple into my mouth.
She sobs out softly. Her breasts are so beautifully responsive, and the pleasure pinkening her skin is my greatest reward.
I maneuver her backward until her ass is at the edge of the counter. I prop her up, and she tugs at my hair. “The caterer,” she gasps.
“We’ve still got time.”
“But—”
My hand slides under her skirt, my fingers dragging over the quivering muscles of her inner thighs. I push aside the small band of fabric between her legs and run the pad of my thumb over her folds. She bites her lip as her hot juices coat my hand. “We can’t have you greeting my family like this.”
“Noah…”
“And you’re way, way too wound up.”
“Anybody would be when they’re meeting the family of their boyfriend for the first time.”
“I know. So let’s take the edge off.”
She looks at me, needs for physical release and reassurance mingling in her half-glazed caramel eyes.
“You’re perfect the way you are.” My thumb brushes over her clit, causing a small tremor to ripple through her. I drop to my knees, spread her legs and lay kisses on her inner thighs. “They’re going to love you, even if you don’t make a single damn thing.” I look up at her, not hiding all the love and adoration in my heart. “You’re like the sun. Nobody can resist you.”
She goes absolutely still, gazing at me. Smiling, I press my mouth on her, through the thin strip of her thong. The delicious scent brings me an addictive high, and I tongue her wetness, groaning at the heady flavor I can’t get enough of.
I spread her legs wider and push two fingers inside, knowing it drives her wild when I rub her G-spot while sucking on her clit. Her back arches, and her knuckles whiten, gripping the counter. Another tremor snakes through her, harder and faster. I pull her sweet flesh into my mouth, adding another finger and fucking her, making sure to bump the little button inside that drives her crazy.
She screams as she comes, her thighs tensing and tightening around my head. I don’t give her time to come down from the high. I’m just getting started.
I devour her, lapping her up like a man who hasn’t had a drop of water in days. She’s a dripping mess, but I love how turned on she is—that I’m doing this to her. Her fingers digging into my hair, she rocks against my face, moving her pelvis to the rhythm set by my furiously thrusting fingers.
The next two climaxes hit her back-to-back like wrecking balls. She convulses over my face, and I grip her ass hard. “Oh God,” she moans, her entire body quivering.
“Yes, my light.” I get back to my feet, wipe my jaw with a careless swipe of my palm, and pull her into my arms and kiss her. She’s unsteady on her feet, orgasm-drunk, and drives her tongue into my mouth.
My steel-hard dick presses against her; she undoes my belt and pushes the shorts down. Her eyes shift to the wall behind me. “Ten minutes left.”
“Then we better make it fast. And hot.” She starts to lead my cock toward her pussy, but I pull back. “No condom.”
She bites her lip, then a devilish gleam sparks in her eyes. Her hand wraps around my shaft, forming a tight sheath. My erection pulses against her bare skin. God, she feels so damn good is the only thought I can muster over the roaring of overheated blood in my ears.
She pumps me, her mouth on mine. I drive into it, feel the precum dripping over her strong fingers enveloping me. Soon a climax begins to swirl beneath my skin, my balls growing tight.
She nips my earlobe. “Will you come for me, Noah?” And then her other hand is on me, the tip of one finger touching the tip of my shaft, and I can barely say “yes” before my vision goes white, and I spurt in her hand, my lungs struggling to drag in air. I come so hard, the cum hits her chin, splatters over our clothes.
The sight is so fucking hot, my cock spews again, although not so much that anything hits her face again.
A moment or two pass before I can speak. “Fuck,” I groan. “Jesus, I love you.”
“Not Jesus. Bobbi,” she corrects me, then laughs just as the oven timers start dinging.