Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Noah
Ishove my panties into my bag and say goodbye to the other bartenders. They were oblivious to what I was doing since I snuck into the bathroom to freshen up.
Once I go out the front doors, I walk around the building where food trucks park overnight. My nerves are in overdrive as I wipe my sweaty palms down my sundress.
I’ve never met a man before where the chemistry is so intense and immediate.
And hell, he hasn’t even touched me yet.
I’ve also never had a one-night stand.
I played it cool, but my heart raced as we talked. When he texted, asking to see me after my shift, excitement ran through my body at the thought of us being alone together.
Magnolia was right. I need to get out and experience life instead of only focusing on work. Although, I’m not sure she was referring to this. She’ll flip when I tell her it’s with the guy from the arena.
I hardly know Fisher, and it should be concerning I’m about to go hook up with him.
But this mystery man makes me throw all logic out the window.
After being embarrassed when he didn’t immediately jump to ask for my number, I was enthusiastic when he showed up at the bar.
He was more calm and chatty than our first conversation, which helped me relax and not be so nervous.
The more we talked and flirted, the more I craved his attention.
I haven’t slept with a man since Jase—two years ago—and I’m ready to break my dry spell.
There was one guy after him named Dylan, but it never went all the way.
I stopped it before we could go further because I felt guilty as hell, like I was somehow cheating even though Jase and I were over.
We’ve remained friends, so that’s a part of it, but it’s been long enough now.
I need to get laid without worrying it’ll somehow affect my ex.
I kept watching Fisher’s calloused palms—a sign he most likely does manual labor or works outside—and it made me want to find out what else those hands could do. My vibrator is soul-snatching worthy, but a girl can only go solo for so long before it’s not enough.
I miss the physical contact and the emotional release that comes with having a partner.
If I’m going to have a random hookup, it might as well be with a guy who looks like he knows what he’s doing. Even with a bar between us, his deep voice and dark gaze had goose bumps covering my skin.
It doesn’t hurt that he’s too hot for his own good and much more experienced than me. He kept up with our conversation and then again when things escalated to sexting, so it’d be no surprise to learn he’s just what I like in bed, too.
“Excuse me, cowboy. You waitin’ for someone?” I ask as soon as he comes into view.
Fisher turns, and a deviant smirk plays over his scruffy face. He’s pulled his hair back into a low messy bun, but I’m already fantasizing about threading my fingers through it. His jeans cling to his muscular thighs, and he’s so much broader up close with a barrel chest and thick arms.
“I was gettin’ worried you weren’t gonna show up.” He walks toward me with his hands in his pockets, and an appreciative, heavy gaze roams down my body.
“I think I’m worth waitin’ for, don’t you?” I inch closer and realize the full length of him is at least a foot taller than my five-foot-four.
“Absolutely. I’ve been dyin’ to try something.”
Before I can ask, he leans down and closes the gap between us. But I stop him before his mouth meets mine.
“You’re not gonna murder me, are you?” My words blurt out before I can stop them. I suddenly came to the realization that we’re in a very narrow-looking alley with dumpsters and bad lighting. All that’s missing are the constant stream of sirens blasting in the distance.
“Does it look like I wanna kill you?” He takes my hand and pushes it against his erection, proving just how much he wants me. Considering he’s wearing jeans, and I can still feel how hard he is, I should be terrified of how thick his bulge is.
I swallow hard, and when he releases his grip on me, I stand taller. “I mean, isn’t this the start of every true crime podcast episode? Guy fucks girl before stranglin’ her and dumpin’ her body?”
He blinks as if he’s waiting for the punchline. But I’ve watched enough Dateline to reconsider how stupid I was to meet him back here.
Magnolia will kill me if I let a sexy cowboy who finally cleared out my pussy cobwebs murder me.
Maybe I shouldn’t have given him the idea of dying by orgasm.
“Noah, if I were gonna kill you, I wouldn’t have been seen with you at a bar with dozens of witnesses.”
Valid point.
“So you can promise I’m not gonna die within your presence?”
His lips tighten as if he’s holding back a laugh, then he scrubs a hand along his scruffy jawline.
“Yes, I promise. But...” He cups my chin, bringing our mouths dangerously close. His breath on my flushed skin heats every inch of my aching body. “You’ll be ready to by the time I allow you to come.”
Did he just say...allow me to come?
He closes the space between us and captures my mouth before I can think of a response.
I inhale his woodsy cologne that might not be on at all.
He’s the type of guy who naturally smells like that from getting his hands dirty.
Hell, I don’t even know what he does for a living, but I don’t care.
I don’t want to get in my head anymore tonight. Not when I’m with him.
I need this.
I think he does too.
The warmth of his body is all-encompassing as his tongue slips between my lips.
Butterflies invade my stomach at how good it feels, and I need more.
Frantically, I grip his T-shirt, and a deep moan escapes my throat when his hardness pushes into me.
His hand skates up my back and settles around my neck, holding me in place as he steals my breath.
“Fuck, Noah.”
His mouth moves to my jawline and neck. The way he sucks and licks my skin permanently inks my soul.
My breasts swell in anticipation of his touch, and my thighs squeeze at the intensity of his mouth.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, but when he leaves a trail of bite marks, a sharp gasp echoes between us.
“You liked that,” he rasps and then captures my lips again.
My heart pulses uncontrollably as if it can’t keep up with the sensations taking over. When he releases a deep growl, I know he’s just as eager as I am.
“We should go,” I breathe out when his hand slides under my dress and cups my bare ass. “Before we get arrested for indecent exposure.”
When he digs his fingertips into my flesh, I grind harder into him. I love that I’m the reason he’s this turned on.
“You shoulda thought about that before doing this to me,” he murmurs and then brings his mouth back to mine as I rock against his erection. “Since I owe you a secret, here’s mine. I can’t walk away from you now.”
“Thank God.” I look around, making sure we’re truly alone, and decide to live up to my nickname.
Grabbing his hand, I lead him toward one of the food trucks.
It’s closed for the night, but the doorknob looks easy enough to pick.
Digging into my bag, I pull out a couple of bobby pins and stretch them out.
“What’re ya doin’?” He presses against my back as I shove both pins into the lock and twist them in opposite directions. “How do you know how to do that?”
“My four older brothers taught me all kinds of shit just because they could.” I chuckle because if Fisher knew half the things I did to keep up with them when I was younger, he’d run in the other direction.
“I’m gonna need more of an explanation than that,” he says when I get it unlocked. It took me under thirty seconds in near pitch-black. My brothers would be so proud.
Maybe not if they knew I was using this skill for trespassing, but that’s on a need-to-know basis.
I shove the pins back into my bag and walk inside. “It’s not like we’re stealin’ anything. C’mon.”
He follows me, closing the door behind him. As soon as he does, I drop my bag and fall to my knees.
“Noah...” He looks around, but everything’s covered in shadows. “You shouldn’t be on this dirty floor.”
I chuckle that he’s worried about that right now. “I can take it. I live and work on a horse ranch, and trust me, I’ve sat in worse.”
I lower his zipper, unbutton his jeans, and then shove them and his briefs to his ankles. He inhales sharply between his teeth as I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and stroke him.
When he lifts his shirt and removes it completely, I’m greeted with solid muscles. From what I can see, dark hair lines his abdomen and chest.
How is this man single?
“Fuck me. That feels too good already.” His voice is gruffer than before as he grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. “You didn’t have to do this for me, Noah. I coulda waited.”
I shrug with a smirk. “I couldn’t.”
Before he responds, I wrap my lips around him and swirl my tongue along the tip.
Fisher curses as he holds on to the counter with one hand and tangles his other in my hair.
As I continue licking and stroking, he moans and tightens his grip against my scalp, nearly yanking the strands out.
I repeat the motions a few times before deep throating as far as I can.
“Shit. You do that so well.”
He helps guide my head up and down his shaft until I gag on his length. Not only is he bigger than I’ve ever had, but his girth makes my pussy wet in anticipation. He’s going to stretch me wide until my legs give out, and I can’t wait.
Sloppy wet noises echo throughout the small space. His balls tighten as I massage them in my palm, and when he whispers my name, followed by a throaty grunt, I know he’s close.
“Such a good girl you are,” he praises, rocking his hips to my movements. “I’m goin’ fuckin’ insane with that hot mouth of yours.”
Gagging at how deep he is, I hollow my cheeks to suck him harder. His hold on me is secure and possessive, but I want to give him everything.