Chapter 43
Noah
M y hand slides down her thigh, dusting over the silky fabric of her skirt. She leans into me and kisses my lips. The scent of peaches lingers in the air from her cocktail. I could eat her up, and I plan on it as soon as we get home. McAllister’s has gathered quite the crowd for a Saturday night, with a local band taking center stage. Everyone is here tonight to celebrate Paisley’s big achievement. Mae is by her side, with Parker next to her. Then across from us in the booth is Brody, Gisele, Elliot, and Emerson. It feels like the first time since I moved home that we’re all in the same place at once and talking to each other. And I for one couldn’t be happier.
“To Paisley,” I announce, holding my beer bottle into the center. The others all join me as we share in a cheer to my amazing girl.
She beams with pride, a twinkle in her eyes when they meet with mine. The last few days we have been inseparable, nothing standing in our way anymore.
Jake brings over a fresh bowl of French fries and some sliders, placing them in the center of the table. “Join us, Jake,” Paisley begs him.
He glances my way. “Better not. This crowd is wild, can’t leave the new girl alone too long. She might freak out and not come back.” The young girl does look flustered, trying to manage the busy bar. But somehow, I get the impression that this has more to do with his friendship with Paisley.
“When you’re done for the night, come have one drink. You have to,” Paisley pleads with him.
He offers her a half-smile. “I’ll see how I go,” he tells her before walking back toward the bar, his shoulders slumped.
Paisley leans into me closer. “Do you think he hates me?”
“Not at all. It’s busy in here, and I’m sure he’s just trying to do his job.”
She keeps looking his way, her teeth nibbling her bottom lip. “You’re probably right.”
“It might also be a little awkward for him now that we’re together.”
She sighs heavily. “I was hoping that wouldn’t be the case, but I think you’re right.” She kisses my lips, staring up at me like I’m her whole world, and I hope I am. Because she’s mine.
Beckett approaches our table, a paper tucked under his arm. “Thought you might like to know the information you provided has proved very valuable.” He hands over a paper. “Tomorrow’s edition.” He smiles wickedly. “I’ve just heard from Detective McAllister that charges have been laid. He couldn’t give me full details yet, but Margo and her father have been retained in custody until trial. No bail set, as they’re too much of a flight risk.” He holds out a hand for me to shake. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”
I nod and shake his hand, knowing I have an unexpected ally in him.
“I also thought you might like to know, Coach just retired, and talk around town is they want you.”
I raise a brow, interested. “He might have mentioned he was thinking about it earlier in the year.”
“This town loves their football star, and they’re searching for a big title next year. Worth thinking about.” From the look on his face, I can see he’s in full support of the idea. And maybe this would be the opportunity I’m looking for.
“I’ll give it some thought,” I agree, already half on board.
“You really should. You would make a great coach,” Emerson agrees, tipping her cocktail in my direction.
Paisley smirks. “Coach Harrington does have a nice ring to it.”
“I will leave you two to think on that one. Got to get going, enjoy your celebration, Paisley.”
“Thank you, Beckett. Thanks for everything.” She smiles at him.
He gives her a subtle nod. I should feel protective over her obvious closeness with him, but the two of them have proven there’s nothing romantic between them or he wouldn’t have helped me in the way he did. I guess I just have to get used to the fact that Paisley has a lot of male friends. “Emerson.” Beckett smirks as he walks off, and all eyes land on Emerson.
She blushes under our attention. “What? He just said my name.”
“It’s the way he said it, Em.” Elliot chuckles.
Brody looks unimpressed, but Gisele calms him down. Conversation moves to The Alexander Hotel and some big events the girls are planning, and things begin to feel almost normal again. After months of trying to avenge my father and then what they did to me, I finally feel like there is some peace. Paisley runs her hand down my leg, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in close as I inhale her sweet scent. She feels like home to me. I’m still no closer to working out if my father is alive or not, but I hope he is out there somewhere when our story drops.
The rest of the night is spent sharing rounds of drinks, playing pool, and catching up. It feels just like it used to be, except now I have my girl at my side. Parker is coming to terms with us as a couple, and I think for the rest of them, they’re just happy we’re not fighting anymore.
I wrap an arm around Paisley, ready to steal her away from her friends. I lower my lips to her earlobe. “You’re driving me crazy tonight. If we don’t leave soon, you’re not going to make it home before I find a dark corner alone to do unspeakable things to you.”
She giggles, clearly a little tipsy from all the cocktails. Spinning in my arms, her hands go to the back of my neck, and she grins up at me. “Take me home.”
Detective McAllister approaches our table. We have all seen a lot of him over the last few days, but by his expression, I can already tell I’m not going to like what he has to say tonight.
“Pasiley. Parker. Would either of you know the whereabouts of your father?”
“I haven’t seen him for weeks,” Paisley says, looking at me. “Not since he was arrested.”
Parker shakes his head. “No idea.”
“His office is packed up, every item in it gone. The house is the same. He must have worked out we were about to arrest him with the evidence that’s been brought to light and has taken off.”
I glance at Parker. His expression is cold. He needed this win, to know his father was being locked away for his crimes alongside his buddies.
“Is there any place you two can think that he might have gone?” Kane asks.
The two of them look each other over. “I haven’t spoken to him in years,” Parker says with so much disgust in his voice.
“Neither of us really knew him all that well,” Paisley adds sadly.
“Keep me posted if you hear anything from him,” he says with a nod before moving toward the bar.
I see Paisley’s exhaustion in her wide yawn—this week was hard on her, but I've got some serious fun planned for her when I finally get her alone.
“Come on, I think it’s time I took you home.” I snake my arm around her shoulder. She snuggles into me, her soft hair brushing my cheek, and together we wave goodbye to our friends, their laughter echoing behind us as we leave the chaos of the club behind us.
Five minutes later, the two of us crash through my front door, hands going everywhere, shoes and clothing flying off before we have a chance to close the door and lips locked. I can’t get enough of her, and right now, I need to show her just how much she means to me. Tugging her dress over her head, I toss it across the room. Her body is perfection; perky tits, creamy flawless skin, pink lips already bee-stung from me mauling her the whole walk home, and eyes sparkling with desire. Picking her up at the waist, I place her in the center of the dining room table, spreading her legs wide as I tear her silky panties in two so I can get to her sweet pussy. Licking right down her slit, it’s slick with arousal, her wetness coating my tongue. She tastes like heaven, and my eyes close as I lap her up.
“Fuck, Noah.” Her hands run into my hair, her long nails scratching at my scalp as her hips buck off the table. “Yes.” A hiss leaves her lips.
I grab a handful of her ass cheeks, pulling her closer onto my face, nipping at her clit, needing to taste more of her, smell her delicious scent all around me.
Greedily I plunge two fingers inside of her, stretching her, and she cries out, her body shuddering, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I continue to help her ride the wave of her first orgasm of the night, pumping my fingers in and out of her, until she’s a shivering mess.
“Noah, I need you to fuck me,” she cries, her voice a desperate plea.
I pull back, but only for a moment before she sits on the edge of the table, and our lips meet again, a soft sigh escaping her mouth. “Turn around, baby,” I tell her, my fingers tracing over her cheek and down to her full breasts.
She grins back at me as she slips off the edge of the table, bending over and pushing her ass back into my crotch. I step out of my pants and briefs, my cock rubbing up against her dripping wet pussy, throbbing with crazy need for her. I run my hands over her milky skin, removing her bra before tugging at her hardened nipples. Her body is alight with desperation for me. “Is this what you want, baby?” Spreading her perfect ass cheeks for me, my eyes run over her dripping wet pussy, before I line myself up and push inside her.
“Yes, Noah,” she cries, watching me over her shoulder. She’s so perfect and all mine.
With each deliberate, deep thrust, I draw out the pleasure, moving slowly to tease her.
"Bring your legs in closer, baby," I murmur to her.
Wrapping my hands around her front, I hold her close against my body. As I continue to move in and out of her, I plant kisses along her shoulder, savoring her tightness.
Gasping for breath, she moans, please and more , barely audible. As I continue to move inside of her, I find her clit and tease it with my fingers, knowing how close she is again. “Come on, baby, come for me again, tip me over the edge with you.” I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and right on cue, her body convulses, and she screams my name into the room as I pump inside her with more force, riding through my own release.
Spent, she collapses onto the tabletop, slumping with exhaustion. I gently scoop her into my arms, her small body soft against mine, and carefully carry her upstairs to my room. “Hope you don’t have any plans for tomorrow, because I don’t plan on letting you out of my bed any time before Monday.”
I throw her down onto the soft comforter, a wicked smile painting her lips. “Sounds perfect to me, Coach Harrington.”
I climb over her. “You really do like the sound of that, don’t you?”
She runs a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends. “I think it’s the role you were born to play.”
“The role I was born to play is your man, giver of unlimited orgasms.”
Her bright, infectious laughter fills the room. “Come on, Coach, you’re only at two. Think you’d better up your game.”
I smirk back at her. “You’re going to be sorry for that comment tomorrow when you can’t walk.” My lips crash with hers again, and she laughs through our kiss. My girl is safe and happy, finally in my arms.