Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jacob
I know Noelle hasn’t exactly forgiven me yet. And I don’t blame her. I’m on probation—her words, not mine. Not that I’m complaining. I deserve it after what I like to call my biggest fuckup ever. I’ve done plenty of stupid things, sure, but this time, I messed with someone’s future. Her future.
I’m trying my damn hardest to make it up to her, though. Every day, I send her a different Christmas ornament, because apparently I’ve developed an interest in holiday décor. And every Friday, I drive up to Maple Ridge. I don’t leave until Sunday, after we’ve cleaned up my parents-in-law’s—well, future in-laws’—kitchen.
She’s still cautious, I can tell. But I’ll prove to her that I’m not just the guy who fucked up—I’m the guy who’ll get it right. Thanksgiving is in a couple of days, and we’re doing a video call since I won’t see her until next week. Her parents are in Boston picking up essentials for their dinner, and she’s home alone. So, I sent her a little present.
A vibrator.
We’re going to have some fun, even if it’s long distance. There’s no way I can go without sex for an entire week. Not when I have her. A week apart feels like forever. But we didn’t have any other option. Her grandma’s flying in from Arizona, and my big, overly enthusiastic family is gathering at my parents’ place. There’s no way I can bail without giving some sort of explanation, and let’s be real, “I’m dating” isn’t something I’m ready to tell my wedding-crazed mother just yet.
She’s got a wedding binder ready, just in case my girlfriend doesn’t have one of those. The only reason she hasn’t pushed Max and Zoe down the aisle is because Zoe threatened a permanent granddaughter embargo if she did. I don’t have that kind of leverage. Noelle might be able to forgive me for the whole eviction thing, but my mother? That’s a different beast entirely.
With a deep breath, I grab my phone and hit the call button. It rings twice before Noelle’s face pops up on the screen. And—of course—she’s nearly naked, just like I am. Because of course she is.
Her hair is messy, like she just rolled out of bed, and she’s wearing nothing but a black lace bra that barely covers anything. My eyes widen as she smirks at the camera, completely unbothered by the fact we’re video chatting while half-dressed. Meanwhile, I can feel my pulse quickening, trying not to get too distracted.
“Hey beautiful, I missed you,” I say. “How’s the organization of the gala going?”
She sighs and shakes her head. “It’s going . . . but I feel like I don’t have enough time to get this done. Three weeks. Only three weeks, and they might fire me.”
“Why would they fire you?” I ask, frowning.
“Still haven’t sold out the tables. Everyone’s either spent too much or just doesn’t care about the cause . . . you name it,” she says, her frustration palpable.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say, trying to be reassuring.
“When did you say it’s happening?”
“It’s the third week of December,” she replies with a faint smile. “The night before Grumpmass.”
I chuckle at the name. “I’m not sure I can make it to . . . Grumpmass.”
Her expression falters, and she glances away. “It’s going to be the only time we can celebrate Christmas together.”
“We could try to split our time between our families on the twenty-fifth,” I suggest, though I know it’s a stretch.
She shakes her head firmly. “Nope, we’re not there yet.”
That hits me like a punch to the gut. It’s like she wants to take everything slow and I’m already there. In the place where I want to get to know her better while living together. There’s a lot I learned from her while she lived next door to me. I’m learning more when I spend weekends with her or are on the phone.
“Where are we, Noelle?” I ask, my voice softer. I know we haven’t been together long, but I want us to take this more seriously. I need to know if she does too.
She bites her lip, glancing up at me from under her lashes. “I’m in Maple Ridge, trying to figure out what you want,” she says with a hint of sarcasm. Then, casually, she holds up something—a small pink vibrator, twirling it between her fingers. “This arrived today instead of an ornament, the note said, love JM. Know anything about it?”
I blink, surprised, but then I smirk. “Well, you did say you were going to be alone, and I thought . . . we could have a little fun with that over the phone,” I suggest, my tone dropping slightly.
She wiggles her nose playfully, but before I can elaborate, she brings out something a lot bigger. My eyes widen as I take in the sheer size of it. This thing could power a small town. It’s huge, complete with attachments—one for her clit, and another for . . . well, everywhere else. My brain short-circuits for a moment.
“Are we having long-distance . . . anal?” I blurt, my mind struggling to process what’s happening.
She grins wickedly.
“I did not send you that,” I manage to say, my voice rougher than intended.
“Nope, this is mine. Meet Captain Buzz Lightmyyear,” she says, waving the thing around like it’s her prized possession. “He’s what I use when you’re not around.”
“Seriously?” I croak, my throat suddenly dry. “How . . . practical.”
“Oh, it’s very practical,” she purrs, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Multitasking at its finest.” She leans back in her chair, giving me a wicked smile. “So, why’d you send the little toy?”
I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure. “I thought… we could have some fun. You know, something more intimate for when I’m not there,” I say, suddenly very aware of how small my gift looks compared to Buzz.
She smirks, her gaze flitting between the toy in her hand and my face. “Okay, we’ll work with that,” she says, her voice dipping into a sultry tone as she leans back in her chair, camera tilted slightly, giving me a view of her bare thighs.
But instead of the small pink vibrator, she grabs Captain Buzz Lightmyyear. The size of it has me swallowing hard, my pulse racing as she proudly holds it up to the camera.
“Are you seriously going to use that?” I croak, staring at the monstrosity in her hands.
“Oh, I think I’m going to use Buzz for this,” she purrs, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You want to watch, don’t you?”
I feel a groan rumble deep in my chest as I nod, my eyes glued to the screen. “Turn it on,” I command, my voice low. “Let me hear it.”
She flicks the switch, and the deep, rumbling vibration fills the space. It’s loud, powerful—just like I imagined. She bites her lip, teasing the toy in front of the camera before lowering it out of view. My breath hitches in anticipation.
“Put it against your clit,” I say, my tone rough with desire. “Let me see what it does to you.”
She adjusts the camera slightly, and now I can see her thighs parting. She spreads herself for me, positioning the massive vibrator between her legs. The moment it touches her, she lets out a soft moan, her body twitching at the sensation.
“That’s it,” I murmur, watching her closely, the tension building inside me. “Keep it there. Don’t move too fast.”
Her hand trembles as she holds the toy against her, and I can hear her breath coming in short, shaky gasps. “God . . . it’s so intense,” she whispers, her hips rolling ever so slightly against Buzz.
“You look so fucking hot,” I growl, my eyes glued to the screen. “Turn it up.”
She flicks the switch again, and the vibration gets louder, more powerful. Her moans get louder too, her body starting to tremble. She adjusts Buzz, pressing it harder against her clit, and I can tell she’s already close.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” I ask, my voice thick with arousal as I reach down, freeing myself from my boxers. “You’re going to come with that big fucking toy, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her head falling back as her free hand clutches the arm of the chair. “I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” I command, gripping myself as I stroke slowly, my hand matching her rhythm. “Hold off. I want to come with you.”
She bites her lip, trying to keep control, her hips rocking against Buzz, her body trembling. “I can’t . . . I can’t hold it . . .”
“Do it,” I growl. “Press it harder against your clit. I want to hear you scream.”
She follows my order, and her moans turn into breathless cries as she presses Buzz harder against her, the intensity building with every second. Her legs shake, her body quivering as she teeters on the edge.
“Come for me, Noelle,” I murmur, my hand moving faster now. “Come while I watch you fall apart.”
Her body tenses, her back arching, and then she falls. A loud, guttural moan escapes her lips as her orgasm takes over, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably. I watch, completely mesmerized, as she comes undone, her hips bucking against Buzz, the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
The sight of her losing control sends me over the edge, and I groan, my release hitting hard as I stroke myself, coming right there in sync with her. My breath is ragged, my body tightening as I ride out the sensation, her name spilling from my lips as I come.
For a few moments, the only sound is our heavy breathing, both of us spent, caught in the aftermath of our shared release.
“Damn,” she breathes, her voice soft and satisfied. “I think Buzz did the trick.”
I laugh, still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah . . . I’d say so.”
She grins at the camera, her eyes gleaming with mischief again. “You might want to step up your game, babe. Buzz here is giving you a run for your money.”
I shake my head, smiling despite myself. “I’ll be there in twenty. We’ll see who wins this round.”