13. Lizzy
Chapter 13
Lizzy
“ N o one is going to take you away from me. You won’t ever have to leave,” Noah murmurs as he holds me to his chest. He’s so strong and solid. His body is a fortress, wrapping around me.
My hands slip under his t-shirt, tracing the planes of his body. His sharp intake of breath and soft groan have my nipples pebbling beneath my t-shirt.
“Lizzy…” His voice is soft. He’s still thinking that I need comfort. He’s right, but I need more than just the comfort of his words. I need skin-on-skin. I need to be naked with this man, need to feel his cock ramming into me. Reminding me that I’m his, no matter what the past is trying to tell me.
“I need you to make love to me,” I admit. He’s making me feel too many things. All the walls I’ve built are threatening to come crashing down. I need to stop feeling and just be in motion with him.
He searches my face for a moment but whatever he sees must reassure him that this is what I need. He helps me out of my shirt. We’re a tangle of limbs, dropping clothes as we hurriedly undress.
We’re bumping into walls as we kiss each other and laughing the entire time. This is how things are with Noah. They’re easy and simple until finally, we’re in his big bed together and he’s hovering over me. His gaze is filled with so much tenderness even as he drags his cock through my swollen folds. “You feel that, good girl? That’s your man’s cock.”
I whimper at the words. I love the dirty things he says and the way he makes me feel so naughty while reassuring me that I’m his good girl. I desperately want to please him, to make him proud. “Please, I need it.”
He ignores my pleading and continues the slow torture. He presses a soft kiss to my jaw. “Who will give you babies?”
“You will.” The words come out as a whine. He’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge. But I don’t want to go over without him. I need to feel him inside of me, demanding I take his cock.
His lips move higher, brushing against my earlobe. “Who will milk your tits when they grow big?”
“You will.” I try to lift my hips to get more friction but all it takes is one stern look, and I instantly settle down. He’s in control. The thought has more moisture gushing from my body.
He nips at my lobe before licking away the sting. “And who will come in your sweet little pussy until your ripe little body can’t take anymore?”
“You, Noah, always you!” I’m sobbing from frustration and clawing at his back now, my fingernails leaving deep grooves in his skin.
“Good girl.” He shoves in roughly, forcing me to take him to the hilt. There are a few seconds of burning stretch, but I bite down on my lip. I love the way it feels when he’s deep inside me, like he owns me and always will.
“Fuck,” he breathes the word out and then he’s in motion again. He pulls out of me only to fill me with such force that the headboard slams against the wall.
I rake my nails lower until I’m at the firm muscle of his ass. He circles my clit, swearing as he does, and I know he’s close. Tingles race across my skin and my breaths come in little pants.
“Come for me,” he commands but there’s a desperation to his tone that wasn’t there before. For the first time, I understand that it gives him something to see my orgasm, to know he was the one who gave it to me. “Be good and come all over my big cock.”
His words send me higher, pushing me right over the edge. I moan through the release because it’s never been this good. There’s something about Noah and the dirty things he says to me. He makes me feel safe to explore every forbidden fantasy in my head.
He follows me over the edge, filling my pussy with so much come that it’s dripping everywhere. He’s marked me and claimed me as his. Now, I can only hope that I really am pregnant with his child.
He finally stops moving inside of me, but he doesn’t pull out. He turns our bodies until I’m lying on top of him. “Never be afraid.”
“Of what?” I’m too warm and sated to move a muscle. Too overcome with endorphins to even remember what I was so worried about earlier.
“Never be afraid to let me love you,” he says softly as I drift to sleep with my head pressed against his pounding chest.
Hours later, something pulls me from sleep. I open my eyes to realize the room is dark. I’m tucked in Noah’s arms, but it sounds again. I realize it’s my phone. I didn’t text Walt that I was staying over tonight. I hate the idea that I may have worried him, so I slip from the bed, careful not to wake Noah.
I have to trail through the house because we dropped clothes everywhere. In the living room, I trip over Noah’s pants, something catching my foot. When I regain my balance, I reach for them and yank a square box from his pocket. A wave of nausea goes through me. It’s not what I think it is. Please, don’t let it be.
But the moment I flick open the jewelry box and spot the ruby ring, bile climbs my throat. This is too much. Noah is going to ask me to marry him. It’s only a matter of time before I disappoint him. I can’t breathe when I think about him looking at me with disappointment evident on his face.
No, I have to stop this before it goes too far. It’s the only way to protect both of us. With trembling fingers, I find my phone in the pocket of my discarded skirt and send a quick text back to Walt, reassuring him that I’m fine and spending the night with Noah.
As soon as I send the text, I get dressed quickly. I move around the house and collect my things. I even manage to convince Mr. Darcy to get into his pet carrier without too much of a fuss.
In just under two hours, my vehicle is packed, and I’m passing the sign that informs me I’m leaving the limits of Courage County. I blink back tears when I see it and remind myself that I don’t have a home. I never have. I never will.