Chapter 7 Serra #2
“You said we couldn’t be together,” he spoke, his lips brushing the skin of my neck. “You said you didn’t want to continue as we were.” His hand found mine, still fisted against the door. He undid my fingers, brought my arm around, and pressed my hand against his rigid arousal.
I swallowed hard, then licked my lips. “We couldn’t,” I rasped.
“We had to stop.” Then, not now, because shit, the last thing I wanted now was for him to stop touching me.
For him to make me remove my hand from the thick length I still dreamed about.
I gripped him hard, and he groaned. Noah loved feeling pain, just as much as delivering it.
“Why?” The solitary word sounded as if it were being ripped from his throat.
It was so raw, so honest, so baffled. His hand was busy though, abandoning mine where he wanted it.
His fingers moved to my waist, then down to my ass that he palmed with all the ownership I’d once granted him.
“In the beginning we agreed to take it day-by-day. Neither of us were looking for forever.”
“But our futures were staring us in the face,” I shot back in a moment of clarity from the haze of arousal he’d woven around us.
His hand tightened at my neck, and he pulled his face back then so he could stare down into my eyes. “And in that future you saw what?”
Tears pricked my eyes as I could so easily look at him now and see that same future I’d secretly longed for back then.
“Marriage, children,” I replied softly. “You didn’t want kids and you didn’t believe in the institute of marriage.
There was…” I gasped because his fingers had tightened more and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to speak much longer, “no point.” I sucked in a breath. “No future.”
“You didn’t want those things either,” he snapped, his brow furrowed now. “You said you only wanted the present.”
I blinked, and one tear rolled down my cheek. “Until I wanted more.” I could admit those words now with all the truth they held in them even back then.
I’d started the argument with Noah intentionally because Sawyer said that he and my father were prepared to unseal Noah’s juvenile record and destroy any chances he would ever have to make something out of himself in adulthood.
I don’t know how they found out about us, had no idea they’d hired guards to keep an eye on me while I was on campus.
The independence I thought I’d gained once I moved out of my father’s house to embark on the beginning of the rest of my life was all a facade.
My father and brothers had known every step I was taking and with whom I was taking those steps with.
And they didn’t approve, would never approve of Noah Jordan, the fifteen-year-old boy who’d killed his mother’s boyfriend and ended up in a group home until he was eighteen.
NOAH
I shouldn’t have touched her. Fuck! I made the same mistake I’d made in that elevator by putting my hands and my mouth on her again.
I should’ve just told her to turn her pretty ass around and go back to the lake house for the duration of her stay in town. I should’ve refused to talk to her again after she stood me up last night. I should hate her lying ass after she broke my heart all those years ago.
But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
“You said you wanted me, Serra. Do you remember that?” My voice was so gruff and raw that I barely recognized it.
My throat burned with every spoken word as long hidden agony pushed its way to the surface.
That blazing anger that had roiled through me the day I stormed out of her dorm room had led me straight to the gym where I tried to release every bit of my rage.
I was angry because she hurt me. Pissed the fuck off because I’d let my guard down with her only to be disappointed.
And fuckin’ homicidal at whatever forces had decided this was the life I was supposed to lead.
I’d wanted to scream to the heavens, not “why me” like so many others I presumed would do, but instead, “why not me?”
Why couldn’t she love me the way I was, in the way that I needed? Why couldn’t I ever have someone who would stay with me?
With all that still bubbling inside of me, I grabbed at the material of her dress, pushing it up over her hip.
I didn’t want to release my hold on her neck.
I loved the feel of my fingers there, loved the sound of her winded responses when they came.
If I looked into her eyes right now, I’d see it—pure, unadulterated desire.
Serra loved when I choked her, loved it more when I was buried balls-deep inside of her pussy while I did it.
I loved that shit too. So damn much. And I’d missed it.
I hadn’t put my hands on another woman like that in all these years because that pleasure was reserved for only Serra and me.
My fingers moved beneath the thin material of her panties until I could palm her mound. She squeezed my dick tighter, and I groaned. “Do it again, sweetness. Do it harder.”
When she did, I cursed and sank my teeth into her neck like I was fuckin’ Dracula awakened for my nightly feast. Her other hand moved from the door to grip the back of my head, holding me in place while she bucked her hips in my embrace.
“You were supposed to be my constant,” I said after forcing myself to pull my mouth away from her.
She tasted so good. Her skin was so soft and always so fresh.
Her pussy on the other hand was the sweetest shit I’d ever tasted, hence the nickname I’d given her.
It helped that beneath her reserved exterior, Serra really was a sweet person, desiring the same pure and genuine adoration that I once had.
We were so in tuned to each other back then.
I swore she’d been sent down from heaven just for me.
She listened to me, understood the parts that others ignored or that I just didn’t show.
And she never pitied me, not even when I told her the truth about what happened that dark night.
No pity, no judgment, and no disgust. She held me in her arms while I cried that night, then she’d climbed on top of me and rode me until I would’ve willingly given her every dime in my bank account and every ounce of blood in my veins to go along with the cum she’d yanked straight from my soul.
“You said you were mine,” I mumbled and kissed the skin I’d just bitten.
I slid my fingers through already moist folds and my heart almost leapt out of my chest at the silky wetness I encountered.
“Fuck, baby. You were mine, Serra. Mine!” I circled a finger over her clit, and she lifted that leg, locking it behind me.
Replacing that finger with my thumb, I slid two fingers into her, moaning again at the quick, hot suction of her pussy.
“Seerrraa,” her name came out on a long groan. “Tell me you were mine.”
“I was,” she gasped and pumped her hips in tandem with the thrusts of my fingers. “I was yours, baby. I was.”
I wanted to ask why again, wanted to know what the hell had happened to make her change her mind about what we had, but I wanted her release more.
Pulling back from her neck, I dropped my forehead down to hers and stared into her eyes.
“You owe me this, sweetness,” I growled. “This nut is all mine.”
Hooking my fingers inside of her, I pressed upward and held them still while she bucked in my arms.
“Noah!” she yelled, and I took advantage of her open mouth. Covering her lips with mine, I thrust my tongue deep inside until she latched on and sucked it.
I released my hold and stroked her spot over and over while her wide, wild eyes stared back at me. She was alternating squeezing and rubbing my dick until I knew I was gonna cum in my pants. So I released her mouth and whispered, “Take him out, sweetness. Take him out so I can cum with you.”
Swiping her tongue over her lips, she moved that hand until she had my dick free. I continued thrusting my fingers inside of her, while my thumb worked her clit. She stroked my dick now. Her wrist motion added to the tight grip she had on my shit had my balls tingling and my vision blurring.
I couldn’t focus on anything but her. Not the fact that we were in the office Del, Rock, and I shared at the restaurant, and definitely not the past that still haunted us. This moment was about her and the unrelenting hold she’d had on me since the first time I saw her.
Her head fell back against the door, eyes narrowed to slits as she moaned, “Yes, baby! Yes, I’m about to cum. I’m about toooo…ooohh, ahhh.” Whatever else she meant to say died with the release of her scream and the clenching of her pussy walls around my fingers.
As she bucked against the door her essence dripped down my fingers.
With her release, her grip on my dick had slightly slackened and I pumped into her hand to keep the friction going.
Now that she’d cum and looked so fucking beautiful doing so, I needed to release as well.
I needed to bust in her soft ass hands to confirm what I already knew—this connection between us had never broken.
Following my lead and still panting, she gripped my dick again and started jerking me off until I swore I didn’t only see stars, I saw the whole fuckin’ universe.