14. Noa
Noa
I’m officially on maternity leave. The school wasn’t pleased, but there’s nothing I can do, and honestly, I’m relieved not to have to go back right now. Erin’s advances were beginning to creep me out, and I’m just glad not to have to face him again for a few more months.
Because the kids couldn’t spend the night in the hospital with me, Carmine took them home, and from what Kylie told me, they built blanket forts in the girls’ room, and everyone slept there, including Aura.
Joey seemed happier when they picked me up, and I even noticed him teasing Carmine, which is a win for everyone.
We spent lunch on the back patio, where the kids talked animatedly about swimming in the summer and planning pool parties. Emma crashed out in Carmine’s lap before she finished eating, and he didn’t mind one bit.
Now, as everyone settles in for the night, Joey reads stories to the girls, and Carmine says goodbye to Aura, who promises to visit on the weekend again. When I hear the doorbell ring as I sit in the den sipping tea, I get up to answer, feeling like a penguin as I waddle over.
Opening the door, I’m taken aback by the six men standing there, pointing weapons at me. Dressed impeccably in matching black suits, I briefly wonder if they’re auditioning for a new Men in Black movie before sobering up at the sound of a barrel being loaded.
“Where’s Carmine?” one man seethes.
“Noa.” Speak of the devil, his vicious growl sends shivers down my spine.
Glancing twice from the father of my child to the gang of men, I point at Carmine and bellow, “This can’t keep happening.
” Unsure where the bravery comes from, I spin back to face the gang and tell them, “Your mothers would be ashamed of you pointing those weapons at a pregnant woman with children sleeping upstairs. Do better.” I walk away, feeling dizzy but not for the same reason as yesterday.
But because of how dangerous a situation this is.
Watching from the top of the stairs, Jermaine joins Carmine at the door, both holding weapons in one hand.
Carmine’s presence electrifies as he morphs into this scary monster, leaving all five men backing down and looking unsure of their actions.
I suck in a sharp breath as he raises his gun, cocks it, and aims at the ringleader's head, making my thighs quiver.
He is danger and power. A primal being protecting his family, and I’ve never been more attracted to him.
I know what’s coming when his finger twitches on the trigger, so I turn and head to our bedroom while hearing the sound of a body dropping and the rumble of his voice issuing the rest of them a warning I can’t make out.
After checking on the kids, I see they’ve all fallen asleep while reading and decide to leave them be, then close myself in our room, and go to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Grabbing one of Carmine’s T-shirts on the way, I bring it with me and change into it before brushing my teeth and washing my face.
I slather a vanilla-scented lotion on my body, which also helps with the developing stretch marks, working slowly in the hope that Carmine joins me before I get into bed. I know as soon as my head hits that pillow, I’m going to pass out, and that’s not what I want tonight.
He made a promise in that hospital bed last night, and I’m holding him to it. There’s a reason I napped twice today, but this baby has decided to suck all the energy from my body.
With nothing left to do in the bathroom, I return to our room and stop mid-step when I notice Carmine leaning against the dresser—no shirt, no belt, and pants undone, with silk ties in each hand. He’s sex on a stick, and I’m helpless, understanding what he plans to do, and not wanting to stop him.
“Been waiting for you.” His tone is low and predatory, and my thighs rub together, squirming for his touch. “Take the shirt off, mama.” I love that he calls me that. It shouldn’t be as erotic as it is, but it never fails to make me melt for him.
Taking off his stolen shirt, I drop it on the floor next to my feet and await his next instruction. He does not disappoint.
“Lay in the center of the bed, arms up and legs wide.”
He plans to bind me all the way. Swallowing, I push past my reservations and do as asked.
I’m anchored to the frame posts, chewing my lip, and my eyes follow him around the room as he remains silent. My nerves show when he disappears into the closet. I hear him rifling around, and when he comes back with another silk tie and a bottle of oil, I’m not sure what to make of it.
“Wh-wh-what are you going to do?” Being blindfolded makes me anxious, but that’s exactly what he does before lifting my head and placing a pillow beneath it.
“I only want you to relax, mama, enjoy my hands and mouth attending to your body’s every need.” My breathing slows, but my body trembles as I sense him moving around. I jump when he places a warm hand on my thigh and begins to massage. “Do you trust me, Noa?”
Groaning as his fingers dig into the tense muscles, I lick my dry lips.
“I do; I’ve just never done anything like this before.
” My quivering voice fills with anticipation and excitement that can’t be hidden.
His warm breath blowing along my side elicits a whimper, and when his tongue flicks out against my nipple, my body arches for more.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the peaked bud. A mewl escapes when he sucks the tip into his mouth, and Carmine chuckles. The sound vibrates my entire breast. He won’t release me, but doesn’t take more. “Patience, mama.”
Finally drawing back, he shifts on the bed and kneels between my legs. The coarse hair on his thighs scratches the inside of mine, and I instinctively try to spread wider for him, but my bindings restrict me.
A second later, he pops the top of the oil, and his hands cup my belly, massaging it in and easing some of the tightness I always feel. “I have a friend who is going to come tape up your belly tomorrow to relieve some of the weight of this beautiful life we’ve created.”
“How do you always know what to do for me?” The man is so intuitive. It’s likely because this isn’t his first time, but he reads me like an open book.
He covers my body, breathing into my lips, “It’s my job to know everything you need before you do, mama.
” His tongue flicks across the seam of my lips.
“It’s my absolute pleasure to ensure you’re every desire is met too.
” Kissing his way back down my body, I finally feel him where I want him most as he inhales sharply, then exhales slowly across my sex.
Leaving me a bundle of aching need for his touch.
“Please, Carmine, don’t tease me.” My legs eagerly wrap around his hips while my fingers itch to scrape across his scalp and take handfuls of hair in my hand.
“Never,” he mutters, his lips brushing across my skin, finally feeling his tongue lap at me like a fresh bowl of cream.
Moaning, his fingers dig into my thighs, trying to split me wider as he opens his mouth and licks up and down my pussy. Drinking me in, sending little currents of pleasure through my core and up my body.
I close my eyes, even blindfolded, my teeth sinking into my lip, forcing my body to relax and remain limber.
Other senses heighten, and my hearing picks up way more than I thought.
Good god, is it obscene. I’ve never had a man go down on me before.
I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, but there’s something carnal about Carmine feasting on me like I’m his last meal.
It’s endless, inspiring, addictive pleasure.
I never want it to end, but then he nips at my clit, sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, and I scream a little too loudly as a powerful orgasm blasts through my veins like fire.
Lighting me up from the inside out, causing my ears to ring as he continues foisting more of his torture on me.
It hurts, but feels so damn good, nonetheless.
Far more addicting than I ever thought possible as he releases me and peppers little kisses all around my sex before sucking on the tendon at the crevice of my thigh and pelvis.
When he bites down, I enter this euphoria of pain and pleasure that steals all thought and sense.
Minutes, maybe hours, pass before he finally unties me and begins massaging my limbs to get the blood flowing again.
His lips move as I watch him, but I don’t hear a word he says.
I’m stuck in this pleasure-bound state where nothing else matters, and all I want to do is sleep so I can recover and do it all again tomorrow.