Chapter 55
Chapter Fifty-Five
Noah
You’re Enough
We’re alone at the house because everyone else is still out celebrating. And I love my teammates, but there is nowhere else I’d rather be right now than in my bedroom, with Savannah James looking up at me like I’m everything she’s ever wanted.
I can’t believe this girl is mine.
I’m not hurried as I kiss her, taking in the light freckles on her nose, the way her curls tickle my hand when I wrap it around the back of her neck to pull her closer.
Her hands on my chest somehow calm my erratic heartbeat at the same time that she makes it beat faster, but then I wrap my other arm around her lower back, pulling her closer to me, and she lets herself explore the hair at the nape of my neck, the ridges of my back, and fuck, I could kiss her forever.
“I love seeing you in this jersey.” I pause to kiss her again. “But right now, I really want to get you out of it.”
She nods and kisses me, fumbling for the hem so she can pull it over her head, revealing a light pink bra that I’m pretty sure is her favorite by how often I’ve seen it. I don’t disagree.
Savannah wraps her arms around the back of my neck, then I hook mine behind her knees and lift her so she can wrap herself around my waist.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
She rolls her eyes and kisses me again, then rips my shirt off and runs her hands over my chest. I take in a sharp breath as if I haven’t had those same hands on me almost every night for the past month.
I bring my kisses to the column of her neck, then down to the swell of her breasts, loving the way she arches her back to give me better access, and the sounds that come out of her mouth when I take her nipple in mine.
Suckling and nipping, teasing like I have all the time in the world, when my dick is straining against my zipper, and I need to be inside of her more than I’ve ever needed anything.
I bring her down onto the bed, then kiss down her stomach. She squirms, but doesn’t try to stop me or cover herself anymore, which leaves me smiling like a lovesick fool, but I don’t care.
I leave a trail of kisses along the waistband of her leggings, then hook my fingers in to pull them down, leaving her in matching lacy pink panties.
I kiss her mound through the fabric, and she lifts her hips to bring herself closer to me, her hands massaging my scalp as she stops herself from pulling on my hair.
“Go for it,” I tell her. “Whatever you want to do, I’m yours.”
I pull her panties down, my intention having been to get her ready for me, but…she’s already there.
“Fuck, Peaches, I’ll never get tired of this.”
I lick between her folds and whatever response she was going to give dies on her lips, replaced by cries of my name, and if it isn’t the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is.
To think, this girl was convinced she was broken, incapable of orgasms, yet I’ve never had a girl come with her clothes on, when I wasn’t even really touching her.
It’s like every cell in my body reacts to hers, and however good it felt before with anyone else, it’s amplified a hundred times with Savannah.
“You taste so good, babe,” I praise as she whimpers, which tells me she’s close, so I add a finger and curl it, working her until she explodes on my tongue. I let her ride the wave of her orgasm, then go back to her mouth, pulling her body closer so I can feel her heart beating against mine.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her between kisses.
“I’m yours,” she says, her voice quiet, but there is nothing timid or uncertain about it.
I groan, capturing her mouth with mine while I reach over for a condom and roll it on. I bring my mouth down onto hers, then look into her eyes as I slide home.
I’m not even moving yet, but I have to clench my cheeks to keep from coming.
It feels different this time, maybe because I didn’t look away as I pushed inside her, or because I’m in love with her and literally just thought of her pussy as home.
But I don’t question it as I start moving inside her, heart clenching with the gasps and moans that escape every time I thrust into her.
Watching the flush that goes down her neck as her breathing comes quicker, her rhythm matching mine as I bury myself deeper into her tight heat, and she burrows deeper into my soul.
She cries out my name as the orgasm hits her, her walls tightening around me as she convulses, then goes limp. It only takes two more thrusts before I’m right there with her and she’s milking me for all I’m worth, but it’s okay, she can have all of me. I’m all hers.
“What happened tonight? After the first period?”
Savannah has her head resting on my chest, absentmindedly running patterns on my abs while I do the same on her arm. I’m not ready to go to sleep, or to stop touching her.
“You scored?” she tries.
“Come on, Sav. You looked…like I want to punch whatever asshole made you look like that.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Babe, anything that hurts you is not nothing. If someone is making you feel—”
“You’re not the type to hit a woman.”
I still, more from the sadness in her tone than the words, like this cuts deep, but also like she might be resigning herself to tell me about it.
“What did she do?”
“It’s not fair to put all the blame on her, but she’s a big part of the reason I have so little confidence,” she admits, looking so vulnerable that I want to drop it, but if she’s willing to tell me, I’m sure as hell going to listen.
“I hope you’re not blaming yourself.”
“More like…my brain?” she tries.
“I love your brain.” I kiss her temple and she smiles, but it disappears just as quickly.
“My brothers were popular in school. All the girls thought they were hot, they were good at sports, teachers loved them…while I had to deal with braces and glasses and…you wouldn’t have wanted me in high school.”
“I highly doubt that,” I argue. If she was her, I would have been hooked. Especially if it was before I swore off relationships.
“Believe me, I was…a teacher’s pet and shy and chubby and…I got over most of it, but let’s say I wasn’t the greatest at making friends, so I mostly stuck with my brothers, or with Kinsey, who grew up across the street from me.”
“I want to argue with all of it, but I’ll let you finish first.”
She rolls her eyes, but keeps talking.
“I tried to be more outgoing in high school, and got invited to this party, not realizing that my brothers set it up so I wouldn’t feel like they kept bringing me to parties I wasn’t wanted at.
Everyone was super nice, and I was thrilled.
Eventually I felt confident enough to tell my brothers they didn’t have to come with me anymore…
but then the invites dried up. It didn’t occur to me that people were inviting me so my brothers would come. ”
“Fuck, people are assholes in high school. I’m sorry.” I cup her neck and pull her in for a kiss, and she gives me the tiniest of reassuring smiles. “Kinsey was one of those bitches?”
“They weren’t bitches,” she argues. “And no, Kinsey is the only person I had left after that. I sort of assumed anyone who asked me to do anything was just trying to get close to my brothers, which is on me, but—I think being alone hurt less than falling for something fake.”
The guilt settles in my stomach, but this isn’t fake…which means she’s talking about Kinsey.
“We grew up together. Even if she made pointed comments about my weight or tended not to introduce me to new friend groups…she was still there for me.”
I hate that for her. That she felt she couldn’t make friends, so she just let someone treat her terribly and accepted it as what she deserves.
“That’s not friendship. That’s…”
“I know,” Savannah assures me. “Last year, Kinsey came for a visit and sort of threw herself at my oldest brother. He turned her down, because he saw her as a little sister, and when she tried to argue, he told her it didn’t matter because he would never risk getting between his sister and her best friend.
Which I think an actual best friend might have appreciated and somehow overcome, but it turns out that ever since we were little, whenever Kinsey was doing something with her friends, her mom told her to invite me.
It got to the point that she would be allowed to stay out later or go to parties she wouldn’t normally be allowed to, as long as she brought me.
” Savannah sighs, and I see the weight of that discovery, why she would have trouble trusting anything else after that.
“I don’t blame Kinsey for hating the girl she was forced to hang out with, or her mother for thinking she was setting the foundation for a lasting friendship like the one she has with my mom.
But if you grow up with your best friend sometimes acting like you’re a burden she wishes she didn’t have to deal with, you internalize it.
You don’t approach people, because you assume they’ll feel the same.
You don’t make new friends, because there must be something wrong with you. ”
“I blame her,” I argue, but Sav looks at me sadly.
“I blame her for taking my brother’s rejection out on me. She told me about her mom’s rules, how we were never actually friends, she just felt sorry for me, and then she retaliated by sleeping with the guy I had a crush on.”
“I would never hit a woman, but God do I want to right now.”
“It’s fine. I’m better off without her. I know that.
And I’m starting to see that I’m not as bad as she made me feel, it was just impossible circumstances.
But that’s part of why I have low self-esteem, and might have trouble believing you want me to come to your games or sleep over or…
just in general. Because my default is to think that no one really wants me unless I can give them something. ”
Fuck, I knew from Parker that assholes were capitalizing on her brothers’ careers, but I had no clue this had been going on her whole life. All I want to do is show her how wrong they were.
“You give me you Sav, and that’s more than enough. You’re enough.”