CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NOAH
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Absolutely not.
Seeing Quinn in action today on the confidence course gave me such a fucking hard-on. I don’t know what I’m thinking showing up at her room and grabbing her like this, but I need to make her mine. She needs to know without question that I’m serious about this.
Knowing that she’s in a relationship has ramped up the stakes. If I let her leave, and they get serious and I did fucking nothing, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.
Anyway, it’s a moot point.
Quinn is mine.
When I saw the blood pouring down her arm, I almost snapped. But one look from her and I knew I had to play it cool. Then I learned that fucking rope was full of broken razor blade pieces.
No one knows how it happened, but Josh and Aidan are furious.
“The boundary was breached. Think it could be related?” Cole asked after we regrouped.
“I don’t believe in coincidences, so yeah. Marshall, follow up with Travis and find out if they can see who got into the compound,” Josh ordered. “Noah and Cole, you two walk the boundary and see what you can find. Unfortunately, Batman and Ryder have left.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, grateful to exert some of my pent-up energy.
“Oh, hey.” Josh glanced behind us. “Team, meet Hayden Brooks. Former Captain. He’s joining the crew as of today.”
“Howdy.” Hayden tipped an imaginary hat, and I immediately recognized his accent.
“Texas?” I asked, grinning.
“You got it.” Hayden reached out a hand. “Dallas, Texas.”
“Noah Jenkins. Welcome to the team.” I shook his hand. “We’ve had a breach around the perimeter, so Cole and I are about to take a look. If it’s okay with Josh, you should join us, and we can show you around the compound at the same time.”
We all turned to the SEAL.
“Suits me. I’ll leave you with these two, Hayden. Welcome aboard and find me when you’re done.”
We took off.
“Where were you stationed?” Cole asked as we trekked down a path toward the back of the compound where the fence had been cut open.
“Fort Campbell, in Kentucky. It straddles the Tennessee border, and man, it’s hotter than hell’s front porch in August compared to here.”
I let out a knowing laugh as all our boots pounded on the paved path.
“You’ll acclimate soon enough.” I spotted the area that had been tampered with and indicated to Cole and Hayden to follow.
We all crouched and began inspecting the surrounding area.
“When did it happen?”
“The first night the trainees arrived,” Cole shared, glancing past the wire fencing into the distance. “There’s known cartel in the area. You think they’ll bother us?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” Hayden stood and straightened his cap. “Especially with borders being so tightly controlled in the area.”
He had a point.
“Hayden’s right. They will have seen this facility going up over the past several months.
It won’t have been hard for them to connect the dots and work out that BHS would get a government contract.
Training the new elite men and women, who’ll be tasked with breaking up their border and drug operations... ”
The three of us glanced around.
“Did they steal something?” Hayden asked, and I realized then that we needed to fill him in properly, so I shared what happened with the rope on the course today.
“Jesus, that’s fucked up,” he responded.
“We pulled it down, but not before one of the trainees was hurt,” Cole said.
“It was just a cut,” I added, but my teeth ground together recalling the sound of Quinn’s short but sharp cry as the blades sliced her.
It might have been a small wound, but the potential of it being much worse was playing like a stuck record in my mind.
If she’d grabbed the rope in a different way or slid down and one of the blades had sliced her the wrong way, sideways, we could have been looking at a wound that was difficult to treat.
Fuck...she could have bled out.
Sure, I might be being a bit dramatic, but there were big chunks of sharp razors in that fucking thing, and quality control should have discovered it.
Hell, these cartel motherfuckers should never have gotten into the compound.
But they have.
With Quinn here, I’m going to make sure nothing else can hurt her.
“Let’s break up and check the entire boundary.
I’ll call Josh to share our theory and get more of the team checking tomorrow’s equipment a third and fourth time.
” The guys agreed with a nod of their heads and took off in different directions.
I called out to the newbie. “Hayden, it’s good to have you on board. ”
He turned, grinned and held his arms out wide. “It’s good to be here and not be wearing a uniform for a change.”
I chuckled, remembering that feeling.
Nothing makes a newly enlisted soldier prouder than putting on a US military uniform. But wearing it every single day does get old.
I started walking along the perimeter as I pulled out my phone. Josh answered, and I shared our hypothesis.
Hours later, after not finding anything that raised further concern, we all headed back. I had a shower, ate a small meal, then found myself walking over to Quinn’s building.
The need to hold her in my arms after visualizing her bleeding to death all evening was grating on my nerves. I was losing patience with waiting to be with her, sure, but this was different. If something happened to her on my watch, I would never forgive myself.
Which is likely why I was feeling a little predatorial when she opened the door.
Now, kiss me.
Absolutely not.
“How’s your hand?” I ask Quinn, giving her a moment to catch up. Or for me to calm down. I’m not sure which.
“Stinging, if I’m honest.” She swallows, and my dick twitches.
“Did you take pain meds?”
“Are you going to let go of my neck?” Her voice is husky.
“No, I’m going to kiss you.” I smirk slowly.
“You are not.” Quinn’s voice is almost a whimper now, and I snap. Years of patience crumble around me like a house of cards.
“Enough.” I keep our eyes locked as my mouth crashes down on hers.
God.
Yes.
Her soft lips part willingly, as I knew they would, and as my tongue sweeps inside, she responds. Hungrily. Quinn presses her tits against my chest as I lift her, my hands under her thighs. The heat of her pussy grinds against my abs, and I moan inside her mouth.
Laying her under me on the bed, only then do I lift my head, releasing her mouth.
“Noah.” Her voice half pleads for me to let her go and the other half to keep going.
I know it.
She knows it.
But the choice will be hers. I will never take away her control. Nudging her toward what we both want? Yes.
God knows the night she planted her sweet mouth on mine many years ago, she took me by surprise. Any other woman, I would have lifted her onto my motorbike, floored it home and fucked her as if it were our last night on earth.
I couldn’t.
I was her commanding officer.
One who jerked off to the sight of her pussy much later. But that’s a secret I will take to my grave.
“Quinn. Let me have you,” I rasp, letting her see how much I want her, letting her feel it as I run my finger down between her breasts. “Let me pleasure you.”
Her eyes are glossy. “I can’t.”
“Yeah, you can.” I slide my hand up her leg and feel her shudder. When I reach her panties, I tug the fabric aside and brush my fingers over her clit.
“God,” she cries, arching into me.
“Jesus,” I curse, my cock throbbing, desperate to be inside her tight hot sheath. “I need to taste you, Quinn. Here.”
Her mouth parts, and she swallows as her resistance weakens. I rub the hard nub and then glide my fingers through her moist folds.
She’s soaking.
Licking my lips, I cup her face and kiss her long and hard, still keeping up the stimulation between her legs. Her body trembles with need beneath me, urging me on.
“You can tell me to stop, or you can let me eat your pussy and make you come. Do you want that, baby?”
“Noah,” she pleads.
I move down her body, shifting her leg and removing her clothing. Then I part her thighs and let out a groan as I take in an uninterrupted look at her glistening pussy. The one I’ve dreamed about, fantasized about for so long.
Now I’m going to consume her like she’s a Thanksgiving turkey and I’m starved. Crushing my mouth to her mound, I swipe around her wet folds, claiming her with every lap, and then nibble on her clit.
Quinn moans and lifts her hips, but I still her with my hands and ravish her.
All of this is mine.
My tongue swirls through her juices, and as my eyes flicker open, I watch Quinn reach out both hands and clutch the sheets.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”
I bet Mark doesn’t make you scream the way I’m about to.
I up the ante. One, then two fingers press inside her.
She cries out, tossing her head to the side. “Oh, Noah. Jesus. Christ.”
Grinning briefly, I press my other thumb to her clit, fuck her with my other hand and flick my tongue around her pussy. Quinn reacts beautifully, clenching my fingers, shuddering with desire.
I wish I’d undressed her completely, so I could see her tits, see all of her laid out for me, but nothing in this world could stop me as I finally enjoy every inch of her sweet sex.
Between my legs, my cock throbs, eager to have his turn, but he might have to wait. After everything we’ve been through to get to this point, once Quinn orgasms, I don’t know how she will react. She’ll either climb onto my lap and demand I fuck her...or she will freak out.
Until then, I plan to enjoy every microsecond of this submission and the taste of her as her juices coat my lips and fingers.
“That’s it, sweetheart; feel me fucking your pussy.”
“Noah, Jesus.”
“You want three fingers?”
“No. Yes. No.”
I add another one, pleased she can take it. It will serve her well when I finally impale her on my thick cock. If she thinks I’m not big, she’s got a surprise coming.
Leaning down further, I tease my tongue around her entrance, swallowing down her juices.
She’s everything I knew she’d be.
“Oh, God, ohhh,” Quinn cries, pulling a pillow over her face.
Fuck that.
I rip it away.
“I want to see you come,” I growl, and her eyes open.
That’s it.
That’s all it takes.