Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Noah
Fisher
I can still smell you on me.
This man is trying to kill me with anticipation.
And he’s going to pay for it.
Noah
Then perhaps you should wash your hands.
I leave the barn and go to my truck since I need to clean up for Sunday dinner.
After my usual morning chores, I did some training, checked on Ranger, replied to some emails about the charity event, and checked on Donut.
I’m looking forward to working with him more once this weekend is over. I know Delilah is eager for my answer.
Fisher
You’re a mood killer.
Noah
Says the cockblocker.
Fisher
You only want me for my dick, don’t you?
Noah
No, your fingers and mouth have been very useful as well.
I giggle, knowing his reaction will be an eye roll or something equivalent.
His sexting game is improving, but when I check his response as I walk in my front door, the last thing I expect is a photo snapshot of his groin.
Blinking hard to make sure I’m not imagining things, I swallow down the lump in my throat and stare at him.
The veins in his arm and hand pop as he grips his erection through his jeans, showing me just how hard he is.
Noah
I could take care of that if you’d let me. In case you forgot the food truck moment with me on my knees...
Fisher
I very much remember.
Noah
I’m gonna get a complex, thinking you don’t like my blow jobs.
I strip off my work clothes and turn on the shower.
Dinners at my parents are always fun, but tonight I’m nervous as hell since Fisher’s coming.
I’m torn between acting normal and being indifferent when he’s there.
If anyone notices something off, they won’t hesitate to mention it—especially my brothers, who almost caught us Friday night.
As I’m about to dip underneath the water, my phone rings with a FaceTime call. Deciding to answer it, I bring it in the shower with me.
“Hello, Mr. Underwood,” I taunt, placing my phone on the shelf that won’t get wet. I notice he’s in his truck. “I’m practicin’ your name for tonight. What do you think?”
His gaze moves up and down. “Um, I think you’re naked in the shower. Why’d you pick up?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, sir. I FaceTime with Magnolia in the shower, too.”
He arches a brow, and I laugh.
“What? I’m a busy person. I gotta multitask.” I grab the soap and lather up my arms and chest.
“Are you serious?” he asks.
“Yeah, I need to get ready for supper.”
“Not about that. Am I really givin’ you a complex because I won’t let you suck my dick?”
I bite back a laugh and nod firmly as I casually wash the rest of my body. “Yes. I’m gonna have to find some moron I meet at a bar and—”
“Noah.” His deep, stressed voice cuts through the air, but I continue as I rinse off.
“And give him my best blow job. I mean, practice makes perfect, right?”
When I finally glance at the screen, his gaze is lethal. “What?”
“Your cute little tactics aren’t gonna work on me.”
“No idea what you’re talkin’ about.”
Then I angle my phone down so he can see below my waist. “Hold on, I gotta put on shavin’ cream.”
Instead of being discreet about it, I turn away from him, bend over, and smooth it all over my legs.
“Jesus Christ.”
His frustrated laughter makes me smile.
“Problem?” I ask coyly.
“Just the rock-hard boner I’m gonna have when I walk into your parents’ house.”
“You may wanna take care of that beforehand,” I suggest innocently, then grab my razor and start shaving.
He groans. “I’m already dressed and on my way there.”
“That’s unfortunate for you.”
“Do you have a toy in there?” He looks past me.
I spin around and notice my rose vibrator sitting on the opposite shelf.
“Yes, and she’s waterproof.”
“Really? Show me.”
I shift the phone’s position again, lifting it upright so he can only see above my chest. “You’re gonna have to earn that, Mr. Underwood.”
He angles his head down as if he’s trying to sneak a peek beyond the screen, but his view is restricted.
His throat moves as he swallows hard. “Is your door unlocked?”
The corner of my lips tilts up. “It might be.”
He shakes his head, and I hear the distinct sound of him slamming on the gas. “Don’t move. I’ll be right there.”
I giggle when he ends the call.
Lucky for him, I still need to shave my other leg and wash my hair. If he can get here before I finish, he’ll get a front-row seat with me and the vibrator.
Ten minutes later, a truck door slams from somewhere outside, then, after a moment, heavy boots echo inside and walk toward the bathroom.
I wait anxiously under the hot stream until the door flies open, and a completely naked Fisher appears.
That I was not expecting.
Silently, he slides open the shower door and keeps our gazes locked. I gasp when he pushes me to the wall.
Water beats over his skin as he cups my jaw and crashes his mouth to mine.
My body relaxes into him, soaking up his touch and kiss.
“On your knees, Goldie. Now.”
I blink once at his harsh tone, but goddamn, it also turns me on.
It’s gotta be all that monster smut I read before bed. Red flags? Nah, I’m color-blind.
I position myself in the center of the shower and get to my knees. He turns, putting his cock on full display, and when he grips it, I nearly salivate for a taste.
“I should punish you instead of givin’ in to what you want.” His long fingers stroke his length. “But the thought of that smart mouth near another man’s junk had me speedin’ over here.”
My gaze finds his as I bite my lip to keep from begging like a sugar addict desperate for candy.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he orders, and I immediately comply.
Whichever side of Fisher this is, my pussy’s on board with a first-class ticket.
“That’s it,” he praises, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair and urging me closer. He slaps his shaft over my tongue a few times before shoving himself between my lips. “Now suck my dick like a good girl.”
I hollow my cheeks until they hurt and coat his thick cock with my saliva until I’m nearly gagging from how deep he goes. My hands squeeze his thighs as I use them for leverage to stay in position and move against him.
Fisher pants and groans as I push him closer to the edge. I can hardly breathe as I gasp for air and lick up his bulging vein.
“Fuckin’ hell, you’re so good at that, Goldie. Don’t stop.” His grip tightens in my hair as I suck faster. “I’m so close, baby. You want my cum down your throat?”
I dig my nails in deeper and moan a strangled response that equals to you fucking better!
It only takes a few more seconds of me going deeper and faster for him to groan out his release. Warm spurts land on my tongue as I swallow and lick every drop from his cock.
When I look up, he tilts his head back with a low growl. His body blocked the water before, but now it lands on me, too.
“On your feet.” He holds his hand out to help me up and then cages me against the wall.
“That’s why I was waitin’, Goldie. I knew the moment I had your hot mouth on me again, I’d fall too fast. I’ve never been drawn to a woman like this before, and it scares the shit outta me.
I don’t wanna run you off by movin’ too fast, but my heart is all in, Noah.
I know it’s supposed to be wrong—being twice your age, Jase’s dad, and the workplace policy—but when I think about you and how I feel when we’re together, nothing has ever felt more right. ”
The vulnerability in his tone has my chest aching. The power of his words places a chokehold on me because I want nothing more than for us to be together without the secrecy.
I wrap my hands around his neck until I can touch his lips.
“It feels right because it is right. People can get on board and support us or choose to walk away. But I’m in this with you, no matter what.
Nothin’ you can say will scare me off.” As our foreheads rest against each other, I quickly add, “Unless you’re a murderer and talk about guttin’ me like a fish. That’d be enough to have me runnin’.”
He chuckles softly as he moves his mouth along my jawline. “Pretty sure you said that to me the night we met, too.”
“Well, I had to ask. The one time I don’t...” I mimic a throat slashing.
“You gotta stop listenin’ to murder shows.”
He shakes his head, and I laugh.
“We’re gonna be so late now,” I remind him.
“Shit, yeah. I should move my truck before someone sees it.”
“Luckily, no one passes here on their way to the main house since it’s behind it, but better to be safe until we tell them.”
“As much as I wanna scream that you’re mine so every twentysomething boy knows you’re off-limits, I kinda like keepin’ this to ourselves for now.”
I wrap my arms around his waist and lean my chin on his chest as I gaze up at him. “They can find out when they get our weddin’ invitation in the mail.”
He snorts, brushing wet strands off my face. “Your father would kill me.”
I shrug. “Maybe, maybe not.”
Leaning down, he takes my jaw and presses a soft, sensual kiss to my lips. The tenderness of his movements sends shivers down my spine, and if it wasn’t for being late, I’d keep him in here with me all night.
“I’m gonna dry off and get dressed so I can get to the house before you.”
“Good idea. It won’t take me too long to finish up.”
I'd planned on really fixing myself up—blow-drying my hair, lip gloss, full makeup—but now, I quickly put on tinted moisturizer and pull my hair into a ballerina bun.
As he steps out, I check out his ass before he grabs a towel. When he turns, he catches me and smirks.
“You have a nice butt, so sue me.”
He chuckles, grabbing another towel to dry his hair.
“Then you’d have to sue me for doing the same thing durin’ all the times you bent over in front of me.”
“We’re gonna have to actively try not to be so goddamn obvious when we’re around people.”
His gaze falls to my breasts, then moves back to my eyes when I clear my throat. “What?”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Yeah, we’re screwed.”