Chapter 21 Noah Today
There is life after death. And it’s in West Marin.
Because we have been resuscitated. Brought back from the brink.
That’s what I decide as I lead Nell through the dark into the bedroom. Pull her down onto the platform bed. Finally drag those sweatpants down her smooth legs and throw them in a corner—so that now I’ve got all of her.
It’s faint with all the clouds, but there is a feeble moonbeam falling through the small windows. It bounces off her skin like a circle light, making her glow.
Despite the shadows, I can see her lips are a little swollen from all the kissing. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes have a dreamy quality, though they’re also laser-focused on me.
I hover over her, holding myself up on my forearms.
“Poor Mike,” I say.
“Why?”
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“Hmm,” she says, shooting me a wicked smile. “I think he does though.”
And as I dive for her, she giggles, wrapping herself around me.
I let myself drop to one side, so we’re entangled, lying facing each other.
I run a hand slowly up her bare side because I can—her thigh, her curved hip, the ridges of her rib cage.
I cup her breast, my thumb brushing back and forth, as she closes her eyes and arches against me.
I am fucking toast. And not just for tonight. I know it then as I watch her not watch me.
This girl is it for me.
But I can’t worry about that now—not when she’s here in the flesh, all the flesh, directly in front of me. Like a fucking impossibility. The least likely gift.
Nell tugs at my sweatpants impatiently, at the knot in my drawstring. And even as she sighs against my skin, she says, “Were you worried someone was gonna break into your pants? Were you worried there was going to be a robbery?”
“You can never be too safe,” I smirk.
“You can definitely be too safe. For example, right now.”
She pulls uselessly at the knot, gives up, and rolls on top of me, kissing down the side of my neck, then moving lower on my chest, dragging her insane body against mine, making me fucking crazy.
My dick has never been so hard.
I sit up to untie my pants. She yanks them down and off. Then, pushing me down on my back again, climbs up toward me on all fours.
Then, as she narrows her eyes, with aching slowness, she lowers herself onto me, so we are fully fused. She gasps as I groan. And then there’s no holding back.
We rock against each other, harder. I want this to last forever. But nothing does.
And right now, I have a job to do.
I wrap my arm around her and flip her onto her back. She presses her face into my neck. Sighs my name.
I’m not that fumbling teenage boy anymore. And I need to show her.