by C. L. Parker
Noah woke me up quite a while later. He complained that having my face in his lap had given him a major hard-on, and his balls just couldn’t take it anymore. Served him right. He adjusted himself in his jeans while I looked around to see where we were. We were on the outskirts of Hillsboro—I recognized the surroundings because I’d traveled that road with my folks so many times. When I was a kid, I used to stare out the window and make up all these different stories about the landscape. My favorite was pretending I was a poor maiden who had been locked up in a little cottage, forced to pass the days alone while waiting for my Prince Charming to ride up on his white stallion and sweep me off my feet.
I snorted at myself internally. What little girl didn’t have that fantasy?
That memory was so vivid in my mind that I still remembered most of the details. In fact, just around the bend there would be a …
“Stop the car!” I yelled, and then started pounding on the glass divider that separated us from Samuel.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Noah asked in a panic.
“We have to stop! Please, Noah, we have to!” I said, a little louder than was necessary since he was sitting right beside me. Even though he winced at my shrieking, he got the urgency.
Noah pushed a button and the window rolled down. “Samuel, pull over.” He was all business, and normally that would kind of turn me on while simultaneously pissing me off, but now was not the time.
Once the car rolled to a stop on the shoulder of the road, I fumbled with the door handle until I finally pushed it open and jumped out.
“Lanie!” Noah called out from behind as he followed me out. “Why are you running away from me?”
I couldn’t stop to answer him. It was there, the little country cottage that I’d always pretended was mine. It had a stone chimney, flower boxes filled with hyacinths under the arched windows, and a door of knotty wood, and it was sitting in the middle of a meadow to boot. The grass was tall and green, littered with little purple, white, and yellow flowers, and the air smelled crisp and clean. It was perfect—and, as I’d just noticed, it was for sale.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I had to touch it, to know that it was real and not merely a part of my imagination. The wind blew through my hair, and I suddenly felt like that little girl again, alight with childlike joy. Seriously, my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.
I felt Noah’s fingertips when he reached out and barely skimmed the skin on my arm, but I kept running, giggling like a fool. I turned to look over my shoulder at him and with another giggle called out, “Come on, Noah. Catch me!”
Just as I reached the porch of the cottage, his arms hooked around my waist and he pulled me to him. I laughed—oh God, I laughed. Everything was perfect. I was standing in front of the little cottage, and I was wrapped in the arms of my very own knight in shining armor.
My knight smiled down at me. “Just where do you think you’re going, kitten?”
His head, with its fantastic sex hair, blocked out the sun in the sky behind him, creating a halo effect and casting a soft shadow across his face. He was beautiful. I reached up and softly ran my fingers through his hair, my heart swelling with everything that was good and right in the world. “Kiss me, Noah.”
His eyes widened and his body stiffened. “Whoa … déjà vu.” His voice was barely a whisper, and the expression on his face was weird.
“What?”
Noah shook his head slightly. “Nothing.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine.
Usually our kisses were full of fire and passion, hungry. But this one? This one was sweet and delicate, controlled. And it made me horny as hell.
“Mmm,” I sighed in perfect contentment, and then opened my eyes to see him staring down at me with this look I’d never seen before. I’d always heard the eyes were the doorway to the soul, and right then I believed it.
“What are you thinking?” I asked him.
Noah smiled and shook his head. “About mud and blooming flowers. Let’s just leave it at that.”
Well, that certainly was an odd thing to say, but Noah was quirky in his own little way, and I was bouncing like a little girl on the inside, so I didn’t question him any further.
“Come on,” I said, taking his hand and pulling him behind me to peer into the windows.
“What are we doing here? What is this place?”
“When I was a little girl, I used to pretend I lived here,” I told him as I looked through the window and found the room on the other side empty. I tugged on his hand to drag him around to the side of the house so I could do the same thing there. “It’s magical, don’t you think?”
“Magical?” he asked.
“Yeah, like straight out of a fairy tale.” I cupped my hands around my face to block the reflection of the sun on the window and gasped when I finally achieved a clear view. “Oh, the fireplace is breathtaking!”
Nothing on the inside looked modern. It had more of a quaint, rustic appeal, like it belonged in the pages of Country Living rather than Modern Home: arched doorways, wooden floors, wavy glass windows. I could just imagine Noah and me snuggled up on the couch, or making love on a soft rug in the glow of the fireplace. Of course I was getting way ahead of myself, lost in my own world of make-believe once again. Such a dreamer you are, Lanie Talbot.
Noah surveyed the place with his brow furrowed. “It’s a little run-down, don’t you think?”
“Noah Crawford!” I smacked his arm. “How dare you talk like that about my dream home? Besides, it’s nothing a little love and elbow grease couldn’t fix.”
He was right, but it wasn’t that bad. Some of the shingles on the roof were missing, everything was caked in dust and grime, and judging by the way the wind whistled through the panes of the windows, they’d probably need to be replaced as well. But all in all, it was still picture perfect.
“Oh! I’ve always wanted to see the backyard,” I squealed and tugged him along yet again.
When we made it around to the back of the house, I stopped dead in my tracks. The view was breathtaking. There was a little pond about fifty yards or so from the house with a family of ducks paddling through the water. A small gazebo sat beside the pond with a white wooden swing swaying to and fro in its center. A circular flower garden surrounded it, and a stone walkway led to the house. And since it was facing the west, that meant it was the perfect place to view the setting sun.
Without warning, Noah pushed my back to the stone wall of the house. One hand landed on the stones to my right, while the other cupped my ass and pulled me to him. Our bodies pressed together, our foreheads touching, Noah looked into my eyes and said, “That look on your face … I want you so fucking bad right now.”
He kissed my neck while kneading my ass and grinding his hips into me. He wasn’t kidding. I could feel his hardened length against my abdomen, and I wondered how in the hell he was able to keep it from busting through the tight denim of his jeans.
His hand was suddenly at my waist, and he popped the button of my pants before slipping his hand inside. When his fingers found the Cooch, we both moaned and my head fell back against the house.
“Noah, we can’t,” I said unconvincingly as I pulled at his arm in vain. “Samuel …”
“He’s at the car. He won’t come back here,” he mumbled against my neck as he continued to assault it with hot kisses.
“Neighbors,” I tried again, seeing the house through the trees on the east side of the house.
“Let them watch. I want you. Now.”
I heard the unmistakable sound of metal against metal as he lowered his zipper. “It’ll be quick. I promise,” he whispered against my ear. “Turn around, kitten.”
I took another look at the house across the way and, seeing no one out and about, I did as he asked. Admittedly, I was excited about the precarious position we’d found ourselves in, our need for instant gratification taking precedence over the possibility we could get caught.
The chil
ly air nipped at my bare skin when Noah lowered my pants down my thighs. His body covered mine and his hand drifted over the swell of my ass and between my legs.
“Goddamnit, Delaine. Always so wet for me,” he said, and then he sank to his knees.
My hands were pressed against the side of the house, my legs ensnared by my jeans, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. He pulled my hips out and away from the wall as his tongue sought out my pussy.
“Oh, God, Noah.” I moaned, closing my eyes and biting down on my bottom lip.
Just a taste was all he wanted. His tongue snaked its way through my soaked folds, finding that little pleasure bud and teasing it only for a moment before he directed his attention elsewhere. He gave my pussy one long lick from front to back, but then he kept going until …
“Holy shit!” I felt his tongue swirl around my rear opening, lapping at it with an unbelievable pressure. Moaning like a shameless hussy, I arched my body and pushed back against his mouth, begging for more. Noah gave my new favorite body part a sensual open-mouth kiss before he stood back up.
His husky voice was at my ear. “Liked that, did you?” I felt him rub the head of his dick back and forth between my legs in search of my opening.
Was I supposed to like that? Oh, God, I really liked that. “Uh-huh,” was all I managed.
Noah entered me, his cock slowly sliding inside my core until he was fully sheathed. He rolled his hips, pulling back a bit before pushing forward again. He was merely getting the feel of the angle, but it drove me absolutely insane.
“Ready, kitten?”
“Uh-huh.” Obviously my vocabulary had decided to take a hike, and my voice sounded like the wind had been knocked out of me.
Noah chuckled at my reaction and kissed the spot just below my ear. Then he held my hips and started a steady rhythm of in and out thrusts. “Fucking A,” he moaned. “It’s like dipping my dick in the honey pot. So soft, so warm, so sweet. What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Of course I knew I should’ve been the one to ask that question, and he should’ve already known the answer to his own, but even if I said it a million times, I’d never make him believe it.
“You saved my mother’s life … and mine,” I answered him. Feeling a little wicked, I tacked on, “Plus I love how you lick my pussy.”
I heard that growl I loved so much rumble from his chest. A hand latched onto my shoulder to keep me steady and his thrusts increased in pace and roughness. “In that case, I guess I do deserve you.”
I turned toward the thicket of woods to the east in time to see a man step out of the sliding glass doors of the house next door. He carried a tray of something toward what looked like a barbecue and lifted the lid.
“Noah,” I whispered. “A guy just walked out of the neighbor’s house.”
“Then I guess you better be quiet, huh?” His grunts were quieter than normal, but he continued to fuck me without so much as a pause in his stroke. “You make a sound, you’ll draw his attention. Unless you want him to hear you.”
Noah found my clit and began to work the little oh-my-God-that-feels-so-fucking-good spot with an expert rhythm. He sucked the lobe of my ear into his mouth and bit down on it. I couldn’t stop the resulting moan and my head fell onto his shoulder.
“Shh, he’ll see you.” It helped matters not a bit that Noah’s voice was all sexified. “And once he sees how good you look being fucked from behind, he’s going to want you for himself. Remember what I said about not making me hurt someone, Lanie?”
Turning my head to the side, I bit into the flesh of Noah’s hand at my shoulder to stifle my sounds. He’d do it; I really believed that. Noah was possessive and ruthless, and judging from what he’d gone through in his past, there was no doubt in my mind he’d do whatever he felt necessary to make sure he never had to endure that type of heartache again. And I wasn’t a bit spooked by it. In fact, I coveted his possessive nature because I wanted to be possessed. Screw anybody that said it wasn’t a healthy relationship. If it worked for us, what business was it of theirs anyway?
“Just a little bit more, kitten. Just a little … bit … more,” Noah whispered into my ear as his hips met my backside.
I could feel my walls tightening, squeezing his cock while that unbelievable pressure in the pit of my stomach continued to build and build, ready to snap. I knew I needed to get off quick because Noah would hold out on getting his until I came first, increasing the odds that we would get caught. He was such a selfless lover. And he didn’t mind if we got busted, but I did.
I held my body away from the unforgiving stone exterior of the house with one hand, and maneuvered my other down to join Noah’s. We worked together to bring me to my boiling point, and then the lid rattled on the pot.
I bit down harder on Noah’s hand with a moan that was nowhere near quiet, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances. The neighbor apparently heard something, as he looked around, but never in our direction. I supposed the fact the house was empty played to our advantage, as he obviously hadn’t expected the noise to come from the cottage.
“Fuck, I love it when you get dental. Harder, kitten,” he urged me, and I complied with his request. I could hear his grunted breaths at my ear, the urgency of his thrusts matching the intensity of my bite. He was ready, his control slipping.
“Come on, kitten,” he growled into my ear. “Give it to me. Come on my cock.”
That was all it took. My walls clamped down around him and constricted rhythmically with my orgasm, and I couldn’t say for certain that I wasn’t drawing blood with the force of my bite. Noah came, hard but silent. His hips jerked to and fro and I could feel his cock pulse inside me with each wave of orgasmic release. And then the weight of his body fell against my back.
“Hey! What are you two doing over there?” I heard a male voice call out. Both Noah and I snapped our heads in the direction of the neighbor’s house to see the man starting in our direction with his hand poised over his eyes to shield them from the sun.
“Oh my God!” I shrieked.
“Guess it’s time to go.” Noah laughed as he quickly pulled his dick out of me and we both scrambled to pull our pants up.
Once I had my jeans over my butt, I took off toward the safety of the limousine, adjusting my clothes as I ran along and hoping I didn’t fall flat on my face. Noah was laughing his head off as he followed behind. If I hadn’t been terrified the neighbor would catch up to us and see who we were, I would’ve turned around and tackled him for almost getting us caught.
It was a good thing the other house was so far away. Hillsboro was a very small town, a town where everyone knew everyone else. That meant the neighbor guy very likely knew my father. I didn’t really think Mack would appreciate the fact that Noah was scrogging his daughter in broad daylight. And in public to boot. My mother would probably be all teen-girl squealy, but my dad? He had lots of guns in the house—guns that went boom and made your heart stop beating.
So there I was, running for my ever-loving life without the ability to clean up after our quickie, which probably meant my jeans would be stuck to me like glue and I’d have to peel them off later. Samuel was standing at the opened door to the limousine with an I-know-what-you-two-little-slut-puppies-were-just-doing look on his face. Noah was laughing behind me, and a man who was perfectly capable of ratting me out to my father and ending Noah’s life as we both knew it—or at the very least, causing the beheading of the Wonder Peen, which I was definitely not cool with (the Cooch seconded that)—was potentially chasing after us. My heart was beating a gazillion miles an hour, and I was pretty positive that wasn’t normal. As soon as I reached the car, I avoided Samuel’s knowing eyes and dove into the backseat. My hand flew to my chest in a vain attempt to calm my wildly beating heart.
I needed to exercise more, and a little bit of Jesus in my life probably wouldn’t have hurt either.
Noah plopped down in the seat next to me, unable to catch his breath becau
se he was laughing like a stupid hyena. I smacked his shoulder, and he crossed his arms to shield his face like he knew that was target numero dos, all while still laughing.
“Stop it! It’s not funny, Noah!”
“I’m … sorry,” he managed to get out between deep breaths. “You were so scared … and running … and it was just so damn cute.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from him. Yes, I pouted, a fact I was not very proud of, but I did it nonetheless.
“Aww, come here, kitten,” Noah cooed as he wrapped his arms around my unforgiving body and pulled me into him. “I love you.”
“My dad would cut your balls off and eat them for breakfast, and I’m a little partial to them,” I whined.
Yep, that’s right, whined. But it was Noah Crawford and his colossal cock. Do the math and tell me you wouldn’t have whined at the prospect of it going bye-bye.
“Yeah, I’m sort of attached to them, too.” He chuckled again, but cut it off abruptly when I gave him the evil eye.
“Hardy-har-har,” I deadpanned. “Maybe I should tell Mack what you just made his precious baby girl do. I bet you wouldn’t find it so funny then.”
“Hmm, I don’t recall forcing you to do anything you didn’t want to do,” Noah countered. “You wanted it, Lanie. You wanted my cock.” He emphasized the last word, which made my still-racing heart skip a beat. “Admit it.”
“No.”
“Admiiiiit it,” he drawled out playfully as his fingers found my rib cage and gave it a tickle.
I laughed involuntarily and tried to squirm away, but Noah pulled me into his lap and locked his arms around me so I couldn’t move.
