20. Charlie
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I release a throaty moan.
Noah’s husky voice spirals through me. “You don’t care to know what it would feel like to come hard with my tongue, do you?” His hot gaze sweeps over me before he lowers himself between my thighs.
I lift my hips with a wild need I can’t control.
I wait for his next move but there isn’t one. Not one that satisfies me in the slightest.
“It’s a shame you’re being a brat, because you’re so sexy like this. Wanting me. Needing me to touch you. Desperate for my mouth on you.”
His hot breath is between the folds of my pussy and I drip with heat. “And I bet you taste…incredible.” He looks at the most intimate part of my body with controlled desire.
I feel like squirming under his gaze. He flicks his finger along my clit and I squeal. He hums. “Did you like that?”
I shake my head. It’s not enough. I need more.
I suck in a sharp breath as he flicks my clit again…this time with his tongue.
“Oh God.”
“What is it, baby?” he asks teasingly, flexing those muscles as he moves back over me, leaving my core cold and desperate.
I writhe under him. Ready to lose my mind, I scream. “Gah. I’ll keep the fucking car.”
Fire lights his eyes. “Good girl.”
He slides down, gripping my ass with those strong hands, and plunges his tongue into me. I throw my head back as a low, languid moan slips from my throat.
It’s heaven. It’s pure ecstasy. Not the orgasm that’s building like a volcano. But the way he’s devouring me. Tasting me, needing it as badly as I do.
When his heated gaze shoots up at me, I melt. Along with everything else inside me.
His hot breath on my pussy is driving me wild. It’s too much. I’m shaking wildly, wailing above him. I start to come apart, my mouth wide enough to take his dick, in one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
“That’s it, baby.” He rubs with pressure around my clit. Drawing me out. “That’s my girl.”
“Noah,” I beg for him, screaming his name the way he wants me to when I come. And he’s in front of me in a millisecond.
“I’m here.”
I reach for his face and he reads me like a book, crashing into my lips. He kisses me tenderly until I come down. His breathing is so controlled. So even. How is this man even human? With one last kiss to my chin, he rolls back beside me on the bed.
“So,” he starts. “You?”
“Huh?”
“Ground rules.”
“Oh.” I blink. Remembering our conversation before the best and only oral sex I’ve ever had. “Um…none.”
“None?”
I shake my head. “You uh… nailed them all, so…we’re good.” I press my lips together and push my shirt down my waist. Feeling…somewhat insecure. Was there too much light in here? Did I look…okay? These are the things I never thought about. Being completely naked and vulnerable in unflattering positions.
Noah watches me strangely and helps me with the covers, sliding them over me evenly. “Charlie.” His voice is Noah again. The one I know. Not the seductive, out of this world sex god he’s been the last two days.
I meet his gaze.
“You do know how beautiful you are, don’t you?”
I want to ask him how. How am I beautiful to him? I want to hear all the ways. I stare up at the ceiling because that’s not who we are anymore. He doesn’t have to shower me with compliments to quiet my insecurities.
“Every inch of you is perfection. From your heart down to your toes. I could look at you all day. And I’m a man who bores easily.” He winks.
I laugh softly and he smooths his hand over my head, kissing my forehead and lingering there for a moment. When he pulls back, strange concern lines his brows. “Are you sure there’s nothing?” he asks.
I swallow with a slow nod. And there’s that look again. The one that tells me he knows I’m holding back.
“Charlie?”
“Hmm?”
“I have one more.”
“Alright.”
“Don’t lie to me. As long as we’re both honest, no one gets hurt.”
I want to crawl under these covers. Bury my head in his chest and scream out the truth.
But what would it matter? If we’re nothing after this.
“Agreed.”
I park near my brother's house and step out of my car. It's been a while since I've been here during the day since I'm always busy at the office or driving to Denver for a client meeting.
But I'm not working today.
I breathe in the earthy aroma of hay and pine as I step around the ranch. A couple of hands are tending to a horse and I wave to them, despite not knowing my brother's crew the way I should. One waves back while the other narrows his eyes as if deciding where he'd seen me.
"Uncle Noah!" Jackson races up to me. He sniffs the greasy paper bags. "Are those cheesesteaks?"
I laugh. "Smell of manure not kill that little nose of yours yet?"
"Not for cheesesteaks," he says, wide-eyed, reaching for one of the bags.
"Someone say lunch?" Levi steps out of the barn, wiping his hands on a rag. He spots me and looks around at his staff. "Who's suing me?"
I chuckle. "Very funny. I visit all the time."
"Yeah, for poker." His eyes scan me. "But it's Wednesday and you look like you're ready to get your hands dirty."
I hand him his lunch. "I need your help."
He perks his brow. "Peppers and Cheese?"
"And hot sauce."
He grins. "Follow me."
We step onto his patio and I drop Charlie's folder on the wooden table.
Levi glances at me and opens it, pushing pages around, scanning them. "We're takin' a drive to the hardware store, aren't we?"
"Think we can get it done by Friday?" I ask.
"You at least going to help me?"
"Every last detail," I promise.