16. Noah
Chapter 16
Noah
S oft snores wake me from my own slumber, and I find myself grinning at the slack-jawed woman who is my whole world. Today, she becomes my wife. The thought sends a bolt of lust and need through me.
It’s been a week since she told me she wanted to marry me in the backseat of my truck. Our friends and family came together to make it happen. This is the wonderful thing about living in a community like Courage County. Everyone works to help your dreams come true. My dream is marrying the world’s prettiest woman.
Her eyelids flutter when I press a kiss to the soft skin of her neck. I love mornings like this when she’s not made up for the day yet, her skin free of makeup and her head unadorned with her usual wig.
It’s taken time, but she’s comfortable being bald around me. Anytime we’re at home, she pulls off her wig. I’ve kept my own head smooth as a baby’s bottom since the first time I shaved it. Other than a few nasty sunburns until I learned to protect my scalp, not much has changed. Giving up my hair was a small price to make my woman feel comfortable in her skin.
“Noah…” she moans sleepily. Her breathing has changed. She’s awake now, and she stretches like a cat, arching toward me. I wonder if she even realized she did that. I’m learning her body better than my own, what she likes and what makes her scream in ecstasy.
I pull down the top of the shirt she’s wearing. It’s one of my old, faded ones and damn, it does something to me every time I see my woman in my clothes.
My cock is demanding his turn, but I ignore him. This is about making her feel safe and precious.
I peel off her clothes slowly, kissing her flushed skin until she’s smiling up at me. “This is how a cowboy gives a wake-up call.”
Her eyes are still hazy from sleep when she whispers, “Then it sounds like a good morning for me.”
I spend long minutes exploring her body, sucking on her tits, and licking my way down her rounded belly. I knead her flesh, murmuring words of appreciation for her beautiful curves. She’s sharing them with me, giving me the gift of her body. It’s one I’ll never take for granted.
I nuzzle between her legs, kissing the cellulite and jiggly skin. I love the way her body moves when she wraps these thick thighs around my head or hips. Doesn’t matter to me, just as long as I can be giving her pleasure.
I lick a broad stripe along her seam, loving her early morning taste. Instantly, her thighs go around my ears, squeezing me tight. But it’s not enough to quiet the sounds of her pleasure.
Eating her, I feast on my breakfast until she’s flooding my face with her juices. I drink them all down. Feral pride beats in my chest when I finally lift my head and see that sated look on her face. I satisfied the world’s most beautiful woman. I made her come with just my lips and tongue.
“Now show me how a cowboy rides,” she moans as I crawl back up her body.
I align my cock to her soft, pink entrance before I thrust inside to the hilt. There’s nothing better than bottoming out inside of my woman, of knowing she’s taking every one of my thick inches inside her pretty pussy.
Reaching for her clit, I rub her little nub. I need her to come again. Need it more than I need air. “Good girls take it deep. Are you going to be good for me?”
The words have her fluttering around my thick shaft. She promises in a breathy voice, “I’ll be so good.”
I pump faster, my need growing with every passing second. I need her to get there first, need to feel her squeezing my cock so hard. “Ask me nicely. Ask me to let you come.”
She writhes against my body, her own sighs and moans driving me even higher. “Please, please make me your good girl.”
With those words, she spasms around me, taking my cock so tightly that it borders on pain. I roar my release at the same time she cries out and together, we make an obscene symphony. One that blends our bodies and voices until there’s only the sound of our harsh breathing and the sweat cooling on our skin.
After, I hold her close. I always hold her after we’ve been intimate. I know my girl needs my reassurance. She’s my greatest treasure, my precious girl. I’ll spend the rest of my time reminding her that she belongs to me.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” she sighs softly against my chest.
“I can’t wait to see you wearing my wedding ring,” I tell her. There are only two things I want in the whole world. One of them is happening today and one of them will happen with some time and plenty of fucking. Before I can tell her this, there’s a loud sound on our front porch. “What the hell was that?”
She groans. “I think it’s my bridesmaids.”
Lizzy
“You’re my fairy godmother,” I tell Mallory as I survey my appearance in the full-length mirror of her shop. I’m going to get married to Noah in the town gazebo, and I’ve never been more excited. I’m about to start a beautiful life with the man I love.
“I’m glad you like the alterations, but I couldn’t have gotten it all done in time by myself.” She nods to Mrs. Maple who waves away the words.
“You make a beautiful bride,” Mrs. Maple says as she dabs at her eyes. She glances toward Mallory. “Can you give us a second alone?”
Mallory gives my shoulder a squeeze before she rolls her motorized wheelchair out of the dressing area.
Mrs. Maple manages to compose herself, offering me a watery smile. “I’m gaining so many daughters this year, and I couldn’t be happier.”
I return her smile. I know that Greer and Evie haven’t talked about tying the knot yet. But that hasn’t stopped Mrs. Maple from claiming Evie and her younger brothers as family. That’s just how the Maples are.
“You’re special. I knew it would take a special woman to win my Noah’s heart. He was the toughest one. He had the hardest time adjusting. It was my fault,” she admits, shaking her head. “It took me forever to find him. And by that point, the system had done a number on his heart. There were so many nights when I cried myself to sleep, worrying about my boy. That he would never be able to let anyone in. That no one would ever see past all the scars on his heart. But you did, Lizzy, and I’ll always love you for that.”
Tears are running down my face now. I’m thankful that Evie and the girls chose the waterproof mascara today.
“He’s easy to love,” I tell her. “He’s an amazing man. I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with him. I’ll treasure his heart always.”
She reaches for my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “I know you will.”
There’s a knock on the door, and when I call out, Walt ambles in. I don’t miss the way he glances at Mrs. Maple too quickly then looks away.
Mrs. Maple has been sneaking off for “bridge games with Carol” far too often for me to actually think she’s playing bridge with Carol.
It took me some time, but I finally figured out that Walt’s beloved hobby of “fishing with Tank” had nothing to do with fishing or Tank. I haven’t told anyone, not even Noah. I figure they can tell the world on their own timetable.
“You’re a beautiful sight,” Walt says as soon as he sees me. He reaches into his suit pocket and produces his handkerchief, blotting his face. “I never got the chance to do this. Not with your mom, not the way I should have.”
I swallow hard, hating that for him. Hating that the addiction took so much from both of us. “I’m really happy I found my way to you.”
“That was all Noah. He had me sign up to the ancestry site. I didn’t want to do it. I told him it was ridiculous and that he was cruel to give an old man hope. But then one day, there you were, the spitting image of your mother.” He shakes his head. “I have to hand it to that kid. He’s smarter than he looks.”
“I’m here because of him,” I repeat as I glance at the ruby engagement ring on my finger. Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me. My cowboy was calling me home long before either of us knew each other.
“He’s the love of my life,” I croak out around more tears. I never thought I could be this happy. I never thought I could have a family of my own. But here I am about to marry into the sweetest family in the whole state.
“Five minutes,” Evie’s voice calls, singsong.
“That’s our cue to take our places,” Walt says.
Within just a few minutes, we’re assembled in the gazebo with Judge Helen. I’m holding hands with the world’s sexiest cowboy. He’s dressed in a dark suit, and his gaze is filled with so much tenderness.
It’s a perfect summer day with an endless blue sky. It feels like all the days are stretching out before us with decades of happiness to anticipate.
We repeat our vows as the soft breeze swishes my dress around my knees. Mr. Darcy looks on with approval, thrilled with his job as ring bearer.
Before he slides the delicate gold band on my finger, Noah tips it toward the light to show me the inscription. It’s marked with three words that I feel deep in my soul. You are mine.
Even though I promised myself I wouldn’t cry during the ceremony, tears stream from my eyes. He always knows just what to say.
After the exchange of rings, he presses a chaste kiss to my lips. His gaze fills with heat and promises of a long, sensual night. Then Judge Helen is announcing us as husband and wife.
Just like that, I’m one of them. After years of searching, I finally found my family, the people I belong with. But most of all, I belong to this gruff cowboy who shows me every day how much he loves me.