Chapter 9
Noah
“ S o, you’re really doing it? Following in your father’s footsteps and running for mayor?” Parker asks. And by his expression, I can see he’s not fully sold on the idea.
I nod. “I can’t let the Prescotts have this as well. They already have too much power.”
“Someone has to stop them. If what your father’s journals say is true, then the last thing we need is them having any more power over this town.”
I nod, agreeing with him. For the last couple of days, the two of us have been reading over my father’s journals, years of documentation of all the illegal stuff he witnessed going on.
“Fuck,” Parker snaps, looking straight to me.
“What is it?” I ask, fear creeping over. The deeper we get into these journals, the more I worry about the state of this town.
He hands me the book he was looking over, and I spot his father’s name.
I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. Our town’s beloved Doctor Whittaker accepting a large sum of money for a job well done, after performing surgery in his office on the Rebel Raiders’ leader instead of taking him into emergency and having the authorities take care of him.
He’s tangled up in the Prescotts’ world of lies and deception as well.
Parker’s head drops. “I knew my father was up to something dodgy! That night I overheard him on the phone with someone. He told them if he was going to keep his mouth shut about this, they needed to pay him more. I have no idea what the person on the other side of the phone said, but he threw his phone across the room in a rage and then turned his furious attention on me.”
I think back, remembering the night he was talking about all too well. “The night of the game. Do you think he knew they were going to make my dad the scapegoat?”
“I’d say he knew something. He had to.”
“That’s why he wants me away from Paisley. Looks bad for him to be associating with a Harrington after what he did to my father. He must be shitting himself that it’s all going to come out now that you’re home and the two of us are spending so much time together. Couldn’t look good for him,” I agree. His father is a piece of shit. And I’m not surprised to find out he’s involved with the Rebel Raiders gang. He might have this town fooled, but I’m not.
“Wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen him since I got back. I have nothing to say to the man. And if what we’re reading in here is true, I’m even more glad I severed ties with him all those years ago.” He looks me over more seriously. “What is going on with you and Paisley? The truth this time, no avoiding my question or changing the subject.”
I run a hand through my hair trying to find the words to explain what she means to me. “She’s not just some girl to me, Parker. She’s the only girl, has been for a long time,” I admit, meeting his gaze with a seriousness that tells him I’m full-on serious about this.
He straightens up, and I see the wash of protectiveness coming over him I expected. “Is that why she hates you? Don’t you fucking hurt her.”
“I would never, it’s your father we need to worry about, if he could hurt me the way he did. And now this is all coming to light, he could literally be capable of anything.”
When I get in from celebration drinks with the fellas at McAllister’s, it’s late. I head straight to my bedroom for a shower. Glancing out through my open window, I spot Paisley. She’s in her room lying on her bed in just a silky-looking camisole and short shorts, the kind with lace trim. A sexy little number I haven’t been able to get out of my mind for days. I’m hard instantly and wonder if she’s all dressed up just for me. Convenient that her room is the only one in the house that looks on to mine. Right now, she’s facing away from me, engrossed in her phone. Probably writing notes on how to run me out of town.
Fuck, I wish she would talk to me.
Hear me out.
Her avoiding me has gone on long enough. Doesn’t she realize I’m going to keep annoying the shit out of her until she gives in? I remember what it was like to be with her. I could tell from the desire in her eyes, she remembers how good we are together as well. She was turned on big time. I knew when I walked away that nothing was going to change for me. And even though she’s resisting it, she feels the same. I still imagine her perfect body laid out before me. She drove me fucking crazy, in the best way possible. And I’m not willing to let go of the idea that what we had is completely over. She just needs to warm up to the idea of me being back again. Then she will come round. When she knows what really happened.
I pull out my phone as I watch her. She refuses to speak to me, but there’s a chance she’ll text me, and I’m not done with the foreplay from the bar.
NOAH: Your Pajamas are sexy as fuck
She can’t tell me she didn’t leave her window uncovered on purpose. She caught me watching her the other night. She knows our rooms back on to each other. Suddenly she sits up and spins to face me, typing madly into her phone.
PAISLEY: You’re spying on me now. That’s some creepy shit, Noah.
She texts back then glares daggers in my direction.
I chuckle to myself. A reaction. It’s something.
NOAH: Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it. I bet you’re getting all wet right now at the thought of me spying on you.
The subtle twitch of her lips as she reads the message is obvious even from here. She totally is.
PAISLEY: Wouldn’t you like to know!
NOAH: Slip your hand inside those silky panties and tell me, how wet you are for me, baby?
Her eyes rise to meet mine. They’re filled with desire. And I know she wants to. She’s curious, even if she’s still pissed with me.
I don’t get a response, so I text her again, my patience growing thin.
NOAH: Spread your legs for me, baby, show me what I’ve been missing.
She checks her message.
Then she moves to the edge of her bed, spreading her legs just like I asked her too. She slips her hand inside her panties and touches herself.
My dick grows impossibly hard. I unfasten the buckle of my pants and slip my hand inside my pants, grabbing hold of my cock. I need some relief. She’s so fucking hot, she has me losing my mind.
With my free hand I send another text.
NOAH: Taste yourself for me.
She scans the message and bites into her lip. She moves her hand up her body and runs it over her breasts seductively, before slipping her fingers inside her mouth and sucking. I imagine she’s on her knees in front of me and that my cock is in her mouth. A thrill runs through me at the image I just painted.
PAISLEY: You like that, big boy? How about you show me something now?
I smile, knowing we’re getting somewhere now. She’s flirting back.
NOAH: Whatever the fuck you want, baby. I’m all yours.
She comes over to the window, watching me, her eyes hooded with desire. She types out a message, a sassy grin playing on her lips. I check my phone.
PAISLEY: Show me you shutting your fucking blinds so I can get some sleep in peace.
I can’t help but laugh when I read her text. She’s such a smartass. But when I look up, she’s already pulling her blinds closed, signaling my fun is over. Disappointment fills me, but my game lasted longer than I thought she would let it. Reluctantly, I shut my own curtains and make my way into the adjoining bathroom for a shower, quickly washing off the day, before climbing into bed. My dick is still impossibly hard. Knowing she’s so close but out of reach, it’s fucking with my head and my body. I want her more than I should.
NOAH: You’re a dick tease.
I text her, not ready for our fun to be over. Three years I have waited to have her back in my arms, three long fucking years. She has to give me something more.
PAISLEY: Good. It’s what you deserve!!
NOAH: The blinds might be closed, but don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, baby. I know what you keep in your nightstand. It’s no replacement for the real thing. I could climb the drainpipe and be in your room in a matter of seconds. The things I could do to you will make you blush for a week.
I’m not kidding around. Breaking into her room right now sounds like the best idea I’ve ever had. I run a hand over my cock while I wait for her to text me back. I imagine her lying there, legs spread, her sweet pussy creamy and ready to be filled. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to taste her again.
PAISLEY: You’re too late. Roger’s very efficient.
Fuck, she’s killing me. I keep stroking myself as I text her back.
NOAH: Roger?
PAISLEY: Roger Rabbit!
I burst out laughing. Fuck, there is no one else like her.
NOAH: You named your vibrator after a cartoon character?
PAISLEY: I need something to scream when I’m cumming.
After the show she put on for me, that thought is enough to do it for me, and I jizz in my hand, thick spurts of hot liquid.
NOAH: Noah is the only man’s name you should be screaming. Roger’s days are numbered!
I wait for a response, but nothing comes. Her bedside light goes out, and I know she really is done with me for the night. I hop up and wash my hands then sink back under my sheets. Not quite what I had in mind, but I got more out of her tonight than I have in six months, so it’s a start. And if I know Paisley like I think I do, by tomorrow night I will be tasting her for real when she finds out I have a date.