Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
I’m still mad as hell about Noah’s parents. How could they just turn their child away like that? He’s their son. Their son! Why does it matter who he chooses to love or how he leads his life? He’s smart, rich, talented, and driven. It isn’t like he’s throwing everything away.
Even the mind-blowing sex we had in Noah’s car doesn’t lessen my irritation. Maybe that’s why we head back to my place. I think Noah can sense that I’m ready to blow at any minute.
Noah watches me pace in front of my couch.
He leans back with his arm draped across the top, his head turning ever so slightly to keep me in his gaze as I grumble.
“I should head back there and give them a piece of my mind, make them understand,” I scoff.
The next time I pass, Noah grabs my wrist and yanks.
With a yelp, I collapse across his lap. My glare turns up to him, and he chuckles as he leans down and kisses me.
“Sorry, baby, but that look doesn’t scare me. It just makes me hard, always did,” he tells me.
“You’re such a perv!” I blurt as I smack him, but he captures my wrists in one hand and flips us so I’m stretched out on the sofa with my arms trapped above me and my legs anchored by his weight.
I can’t go anywhere. All I can do is look up at him.
I recall what happened a few hours ago. I thought he would be shy or worried after, but he seems completely normal.
“You’re still mad. It seems we didn’t fuck well enough to get all this energy out. Don’t worry, I’ll rectify that right now,” he reasons.
“Noah,” I warn, my eyes narrowed, but my gasp betrays me when he bites my neck before sucking, no doubt leaving a mark. I’m covered in them, since he seems to love doing that.
I loved fucking him, feeling his tight ass gripping me. It was perfection, but I still crave him pinning me down and taking me.
“Hmm, you were saying?” he prompts when I remain silent.
“I was going to say that sex can’t fix everything. I’m mad at your parents—” I groan as he licks up my neck.
“Carry on.” He smirks against my skin as he slides down my chest and pushes my shirt up.
Slumping back into the couch, I try to remember what I was ranting about. “It’s not fair. We should go back there and make them listen.”
He hums in agreement as he sucks and licks my abs, leaving me breathless as he pushes my shirt up with each movement until he can reach my nipple. He bites down on the little bud, making me hiss. “Keep going, I’m listening.”
“You aren’t,” I protest.
“It’s called multitasking, baby. I can fuck you until you can’t walk while listening to your feelings.
I’m good like that. Keep going,” he encourages as he tugs my shirt off over my head and undoes my pants.
I forget how to breathe for a moment as he stands up and strips, then he slides his hands up my thighs before he stops. “Well?”
“I . . . uh . . . forgot,” I reply, my eyes locked on his body.
“Make them listen,” he says with a grin.
“Oh, right, we have to make them listen. They can’t force you to marry—oh god!” I yell when he wraps his lips around my hard cock, then he pops free with a grin.
“You can call me God if you want to, baby, but I prefer hearing you scream my name,” he shares. “Carry on.”
“Make them listen . . .” I groan as he wraps his lips around my cock once more. “Them understand—oh, who fucking cares?” I yank him up until our lips collide.
Chuckling breathlessly against my mouth, he falls between my open thighs as I finally give into my body’s demands. I can be mad about his parents later. Right now, I need him to finish what he started.
My hands slide down his wide shoulders, his perfect back, then his ass, and I drag him closer until he’s all I feel. I lose myself in desire, pouring all my frustration and anger on his behalf into our feral kiss.
We are so lost in each other, I don’t even hear the door opening.
“Well, I was going to ask if you were hungry, but . . .”
We break apart at the amused voice. I panic. It’s instinctual, and I’m not proud because I kick Noah, and he falls to the floor with a yelp before leaping to his feet as I grab the blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it around me as I sit up.
“Grandma!” I yell, confused and wide-eyed.
“Don’t worry, it isn’t something I haven’t seen before,” she teases with a soft chuckle before her eyes land on Noah and drop down. I follow her gaze to see his cock standing at half-mast. He is completely naked and frozen in shock. “Well, I haven’t seen that before, but I’m glad I did.”
I toss a pillow at Noah, and with a deep red blush, he presses it to his crotch as she laughs.
“Grandma, not that it isn’t good to see you, but what are you doing here?” I ask as I reach for my pants and discreetly shove them on under the blanket, fumbling as Noah drops to his knees to hide behind the couch since she’s still grinning at him.
“Well, I hardly heard from you this week, so I was concerned. Usually, you come around, so I thought you’d been overworked by your boss again, so I brought some food. I can see you are definitely being overworked by your boss though.” She winks as my cheeks heat. “But probably in a way you enjoy.”
“Oh my god, Grandma, please stop,” I beg.
Laughing, she walks to the kitchen and sets some bags down. “Come on, let’s eat together. I brought plenty. What do you say, Noah?”
“Uh . . . Yes, ma’am, that would be lovely,” he sputters out, looking between us in panic. “Let me just put some pants on.”
“Oh, don’t feel like you have to on my account,” she replies as she starts laying out containers. “I’m quite enjoying the show.”
“Grandma!” I admonish, wanting to bury my head in the cushions and never reappear. When she sat me down when I was a teenager and tried to give me the talk, she showed me the good porn sites, and I couldn’t look in her eye for two weeks straight.
“What?” she scoffs. “Don’t glare at me like that, Mackie Draper. I am seventy years old. This is the most excitement I’ve had all week besides poisoning that fuckhead’s flowers next door during the night then cutting his brake lines.”
“Shit, you cut his brakes?” I ask as I sit up. “Did you do it right? The way I taught you?”
“Of course I did, boy, don’t be silly.” She points at us. “Now come eat before I keep ogling your man and he combusts.”
Rolling my eyes, I shove my pants and shirt on, then I hold out the blanket, blocking her view, as Noah gets dressed. He’s completely red, and his eyes meet mine nervously.
“You don’t have to stay,” I murmur softly. “I can make an excuse for you.”
“Why wouldn’t I stay?” he replies as he leans in, his voice quiet. “I’ve always wanted to meet your grandma. You talk about her all the time.”
“I just mean that it might be too soon. If you feel weird, you can leave.” We’ve been moving really fast, and he was adamant he didn’t want me for so long that I’m worried he might walk away again.
I don’t think I could handle that after having him.
It was easier when I only loved him from afar and thought I never had a chance.
If I lost him after having everything I want, it would destroy me.
I don’t know what he sees in my gaze, but he cups my chin and kisses me.
“You aren’t getting rid of me, baby, so stop looking so lost. Besides, I need to win over your grandma so she will give you to me.
” He kisses me again then walks past, smiling widely.
My concern still remains, but with each action and word, he’s proving maybe dreams do come true.
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” I murmur once we finish eating. As usual, my grandma’s food was amazing and exactly what I needed—just maybe not when I was about to get some of the best dick of my life. “Cockblock,” I mutter out loud, and she smirks.
“Boy, do you know how many times you cockblocked me? Fair is fair,” she scoffs while looking innocent.
“Too much information. Jesus, I don’t want to even consider you having sex.” I grin as I stand.
“Consider it. I’m a very healthy adult, and just because I’m old doesn’t mean I don’t like getting freaky.
There’s this man down the street—” I cover my ears as I walk away, but I hear her and Noah laughing.
Surprisingly, they are getting along. He’s on his best behavior of course, and it helps that she knows how much I care for him.
After using the toilet and washing up, I head back to the kitchen, only to freeze when I hear them talking quietly. Moving to the edge of the wall, I eavesdrop. “Thank you for the lovely meal. I know how much Mackie loves you, so I’m glad to finally meet you.”
“I bet.” She sounds tense, and I peek around to see her looking at Noah.
“When you reach my age, you stop caring about being polite, so if I offend you, well, frankly I don’t give a fuck.
My grandson is the best man in the world.
You will never come close to deserving him, no one ever will, but he has chosen you.
You make him happy, and that’s all I ever wanted for him.
I also know how long he has cared for you and how much you hurt him.
” She picks up the knife she used to cut bread, and my eyes widen.
“If you ever make him cry like that again, I will cut your balls off, deep fry them, and serve them at the next neighborhood domino game. Is that understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Noah blurts out, covering his junk.
“But for what it’s worth, I will never hurt Mackie again.
I love him and have for a very long time.
I just knew I didn’t deserve him. I wanted to protect him, but that hurt him in the long run.
I plan on making up for that every day for as long as I can.
I’m not going anywhere, and no one will ever love him as much as I do. ”
My grandma smiles. “You’ve got big balls, which you’ll need with us. Come on, help me clean up, and I’ll think about giving you his hand.”