by D. Kelly
After looking through their cabinets, I finally find the tray I’m looking for in the pantry. I also find some Oreos and put them on the tray with the sandwiches and a soda for Noah and some iced tea for me. Noah is rubbing the sleep from his eyes when I walk in. Eyeing the food, he smiles.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you’re being domestic?”
“Uh … no, I can’t say you have,” I answer with a laugh.
“Put the tray on the floor, Amelia.” Noah’s words are commanding, his eyes smoldering. I do as he says and he pulls me to him, placing my hand on his cock. “So fucking sexy,” he murmurs as he pulls me on top of him. His lips are pressed against my neck as he licks and sucks his way to the spot right below my ear that sets my body ablaze.
“Noah …” I want this, but he hasn’t been cleared yet. “We can’t do this yet, babe. You need to follow up with your doctor.”
He moves his hands to my hips and slams me against his raging hard-on. “What if I promise to lie back and let you do all the work? I’ll be a good boy, Mel, I promise.” Before I answer him, he’s sliding his hand down the front of my yoga pants and inside my underwear.
Latching on to his earlobe with my teeth, his fingers slide through my wetness and circle my clit. My whimpers escalate to cries as he increases the pressure. “You’re so fucking wet for me, babe.”
I know this is a bad idea, but I also know he’s feeling much better. Moving my hands to the hem of his shirt, I pull it off and slide off his knees and onto the floor to undo his belt. He beats me to the button and zipper of his jeans, freeing his cock, the head glistening with moisture.
Sucking him in slowly, I allow my tongue to circle the head while licking his essence off seductively. Following his pulsing veins down to the base of his cock and back up again, I tease the tip with my tongue before releasing him.
“Lie back,” I instruct, turning to the dresser to get a condom.
Walking back to the bed, I begin stripping as he watches with a hooded gaze. He managed to remove the rest of his clothes while I was getting the condom and is now stroking himself. My pussy clenches as I stand at the foot of the bed watching him. We don’t need to even have sex; watching him would totally get me off.
“Are you going to watch? Or are you going to come while you ride?” He snickers at the indecision on my face. “Come on, Mel, ride me like you own me.”
Within seconds, I’m ripping the condom open and sliding it on his erection. I’m on top now, straddling him, but before I guide him inside me, I ask him a very important question. “Do I?”
“Do you what?” he asks breathlessly.
“Do I own you, Noah?”
As he moves his hands to my hips, he pulls me down onto his length and groans in pleasure. “You’re the only person who ever has.”
Leaning forward, I take his lips in mine. Noah moves one hand to the small of my back and the other remains on my hip. He guides our movements but I’m still in control. With every thrust he hits my G-spot while I cry out into his mouth, never breaking our kiss. Soon, I’m screaming as I clench around him. Noah doesn’t miss a beat, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release.
As I collapse against him, my head lands on his chest. Noah runs his fingers through my hair as I listen to the rapid beat of his heart begin to eventually slow back to normal. The last thing I want to do is move, but I know he needs to get the condom off before it falls off inside of me.
After I roll over, Noah throws away the condom and brings back a towel to clean me up. It’s quiet between us when he finally asks, “What are you thinking?”
With a smile, I trace my finger across his bottom lip, not wanting to hold anything back from him any longer. “That was incredible, Noah. It’s never … I mean, it’s always, but …” Shit, I don’t even know how to tell him, but he knows; Noah always seems to know everything.
“The best sex ever? Yeah, it was.”
“It was more.”
He looks down at me and kisses me tenderly. “It’s because I’m the one.” His answer isn’t smug, just matter of fact, but it’s also spot on. “You’re not holding anything back anymore, Mel. You finally let me in and it shows. If I’d had any doubts you loved me … which I don’t, by the way,” he corrects quickly, “they’d be gone now. We’re absolutely fucking amazing together.”
“We really are, aren’t we?”
His response is a long, lingering kiss. Noah Weston manages to steal my heart again, one beat at a time.
Holiday Madness
Every day for the past three and a half weeks Noah has been disappearing into the garage, which has been deemed a Mel-free zone. I’ve got no idea what he’s up to down there, but I almost don’t care since he’s feeling better and acting normal again.
Each night, we talk for hours as we try to learn everything there is to know about each other. Noah makes love to me every night, fulfilling my heart and mind in ways I never knew they could be. Everything between us since the incident with Sara is better. And after the doctor cleared him—with the standard precautions, of course—he’s been extra vigilant about keeping the anticipation high between us.
In the daytime, while he’s off working or whatever it is he’s doing, I’ve been spending all my free time with Belle and Rory. The house is fully decorated, although I really can’t take any credit for that; these Westons are beasts when it comes to the holidays. The whole family came over and took a big group trip to cut down fresh trees—one for each of their houses. Saylor and Emme helped pick out each one and loved every second of the big adventure. They were extra adorable in their jeans, sweaters, and mini Uggs.
After picking trees, the whole crew went to each house and helped decorate; it was like a well-oiled machine. There was homemade eggnog at Karen and Owen’s house, freshly baked Christmas cookies at Diane and Rob’s, and a variety of wines, cheeses, and meats at Noah and Sawyer’s house. Being the amazing uncles they are, they even had gingerbread kits for Emme and Saylor. In between the eating and drinking, all the lights and decorations went up, inside and out. Every box was labeled, every ornament had a story, and every Weston participated willingly and excitedly.
Belle and I felt like we’d walked into some sort of alternate reality. It’s not that we’re not festive people—we love Christmas—but both of us are more of the hunt-and-search holiday goers. We decorate, tear down, and put away things here and there until it’s eventually all gone. Then the following year we look for all those random things we put away that didn’t make it into the main box on the first go around. Organization is not our key skill when it comes to the holidays and from the looks of things, we’re going to have lots to learn.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and everyone is coming over to our house to spend the night. Santa delivers here for the kids, and the entire family has stockings hung by the fireplace, including ones for Belle and me. Anna, Warren, and Sam are all coming tonight. They truly are this huge, happy family.
I’ve been taking lots of notes, even though I’m not sure how much of this will make it into the book. It’s sort of strange; I’ve got this part of me that has to be here for the purposes of telling their story, and this whole other part of me is here because she’s being inducted into this family. The latter part of me doesn’t want to share these details even though I know they want their fans to see who they really are on and off the stage.
“Are those done yet?” Darren asks, hopping onto the kitchen counter and pulling me from my thoughts. I’m making sweet potatoes a day early since I have to make even more this time around.
“Not even close. They won’t be done until Christmas. I’m just giving them an extra day of marinating time.”
“Come on, Mel, can’t you just throw, like, a small amount into a dish for me to cook now? I promise I won’t tell anyone you love me more than them.” Darren pokes his bottom lip out into a pout, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Nope, t
hey would smell them. You have to wait like everyone else.”
“Yeah, I figured, but you can’t blame a guy for trying. So did you ever figure out what to get Noah for Christmas?”
“Not yet. I thought about going and getting one of my dad’s guitars for him.” That’s sort of a lie. I have actually been thinking about giving a guitar to Noah, Sawyer, and Wyatt, but I wouldn’t have anything for Darren and that somehow doesn’t seem fair.
“What’s stopping you?”
“A few things. It seems like something Sawyer would like more than Noah. I want something uniquely special to him.”
Darren taps a beat out on the granite countertop as he thinks. “Noah is simple … he likes security and he loves you. Propose to him, that should make him happy.”
At the mention of a proposal, the spoon I was using falls to the floor, and Darren thinks it’s hysterical. “Okay … so don’t do that since it obviously freaks you out.”
As my heart comes back to a normal rhythm, I grab a new spoon. “You guys are insane with your quick proposals and stuff. I love Noah, but marriage isn’t on my mind right now. Besides, I might not be old-fashioned about many things, but I’m not likely to ever ask a man to marry me.”
“I totally get that. For me and Sawyer, something like that would be completely emasculating. We’re manly men and shit, but Wyatt and Noah … they’d get off on it.” He shrugs. “Just food for thought. I don’t think Noah will blink twice at whatever you give him, Mel. He’s just happy you’re sticking around. That Sara shit would have scared a lot of girls away. You’re kinda badass, you know?”
“Are you hitting on my best friend? Because she’d fuck me way before she’d do you,” Belle teases sarcastically as she makes her way into the room. Darren’s eyes glaze over as he looks between the two of us.
“Head out of the gutter,” I tell him as he pulls Belle between his legs and leans down to give her a sweet kiss.
“Can’t blame me … that’s a hot-ass visual. I don’t even think Noah would object to seeing that action.”
Belle rolls her eyes at him before turning her attention back to me. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” she asks me again for the tenth time.
“There’s nothing I want more than to be in that room when you find out if you’re having a boy or a girl, but I really think it’s a moment you two should share alone. I appreciate you asking, and I expect to be the first person to know after you let it soak in, but you guys go and enjoy this moment together.”
They both kiss me on the cheek on their way out. I can’t wait until we know what Belle is having. Pregnancy agrees with her—or maybe it’s Darren—but whatever it is, she’s been blissfully happy since she told him about the baby. And now that her morning sickness is over, she’s eagerly looking forward to Christmas dinner.
After wrapping up the endless bowls of potatoes and putting them in the refrigerator, I pour myself a glass of wine and sit in front of the fire. It’s almost late afternoon and Noah should be finishing up soon. A little over a week from now we’ll be back on the road. We’re flying into New York the day after New Year’s and I’ve got my first book signing the next day. I’m so nervous but I’m trying not to let on. The guys are booked solid with publicity junkets the whole time we’re there, on top of their shows. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be flying solo on this signing and that freaks me out. SOS is sending a rep to come with me, so at least I won’t be completely alone.
“You’re done already?” Noah asks, coming out of the shadows and stalking toward me like a lion to his prey.
“I am … better question is, are you?” Suddenly, I know the perfect gift to give him for Christmas.
Taking my wineglass and placing it on the table, he flashes me a megawatt smile. “Lie down, Mel,” he commands as he pulls his shirt off. The heated look in his eyes leaves no room for argument.
As soon as I’m in the proper position, Noah makes his way up my body. Starting with my feet, he caresses every bit of me he can get his hands on until he reaches my mouth.
“I missed you,” he whispers a breath away from my lips, my legs hitched over his hips.
“Did you?”
“Can’t you tell?” he answers, pushing his hard length against my center, flooding me with need.
I slide my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth even closer. “How much more work do you need to do? We leave in a few days, Noah. I’d like some time with you before we go.”
“Wrap your arms around my neck.”
I do as he requests as he wraps his arm around my waist and lifts us from the couch. He doesn’t put me down until we’re in our room, and even then he’s got me propped up against the door. “Arms up,” he demands, and I comply. When he sees my lacy red bra he groans and pushes himself into me harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mel.”
Freeing my breasts from my bra, Noah sears a trail of kisses along my breasts until his mouth meets my pert nipple and bites down gently before sucking me into his mouth. My body hums in anticipation. All my senses are lit up like a fucking Christmas tree as he seduces my body with his mouth and hands, not to mention the sexy-as-all-hell sounds falling from his lips.
“Love me, Noah … please.”
He drops his hands to my waist long enough to pull my jeans and panties down to my knees, and I work on kicking them off as he fumbles with dropping his own pants. After he’s sheathed in a condom, he pulls my hands above my head and holds them there. His blazing eyes meet mine as he lowers his mouth to mine.
“I’m going to love you forever, Amelia, but right now, I’m going to fuck you.”
I choke on an inhale and absorb his words. No one has ever made me feel like this before. Noah slams his cock inside me, stealing my breath, and I exhale on a scream as my walls clench tightly around him. His lips take mine in a wicked game of chase. When our tongues meet, I surrender everything I am to him. My body shatters around him, loving the complete domination he has of me. When I call out his name, he bites down on my neck, making me cry louder for him.
“That’s my girl,” he answers with a groan. He releases my hands and wraps his arm around my waist as my arms immediately go around his neck. Now that his arm is securely around me, he slams into me hard and fast, pushing us both closer to euphoria. With his free hand, he places pressure on my clit. I’m already close again, but he’s pushing me higher and higher as my body slams back against the door with each thrust.
“Noah!” When all the sensations become too much, I scream as I come again.
“Jesus, baby, fuck,” he cries out against my ear as he sucks the skin of my neck into his mouth to muffle his cries as he finds his release.
After catching our breath for a minute, he waddles us backward to the bed, careful not to trip with his jeans wrapped around his ankles. Laughing as we crash down onto the bed, we both take a minute to clean up and then curl into each other’s arms.
“So that was unexpected.” I say as he pulls me closer and kisses me chastely.
“I’ve missed you lately, and since I’m done with my work I thought we should celebrate.” He nuzzles into my neck and places lingering kisses in places that are bound to get me worked up all over again.
“For good, or for today?”
“Mm … for good,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Good. I have to go out for a few hours tomorrow afternoon but after that I’m all yours.”
Noah’s eyes narrow in protest. “Tomorrow is a family day, Mel. What’s so important that you have to leave?”
“Just one last Christmas present for you I have to pick up. I’ll only be gone a couple of hours, and I promise it will be worth it.”
“You’re not going alone, and Belle and Darren are going to be at his parents’ house. Do I need to get you security?”
Shit, I didn’t think about that, but there’s no way I’m taking security with me.
“No, I’m going with Eli.” Ho
pefully, I can get Eli to come with me.
With a sigh, Noah rolls onto his back and looks up at the ceiling. He’s mad. I prop myself up on his chest and place my hand over his heart. “I thought you were okay with me and Eli now?”
Moving his hand to my back, he tucks me in close. “I thought I was, too. It’s one thing if he’s here or we’re all out together, but it’s different to have the two of you go out together. Not because of why you think. I know you’re not going back to him, but the paparazzi are going to have a field day with the two of you out in public together.”
Sometimes I forget about all the drama that surrounds being with a rock star. “I’ll be careful and try to avoid them. It’s the best I can do, Noah. I’m not going to miss out on your present because of them. This is important to me. I only have to go one place, but it’s kind of far so I’ll try and duck in and out without being seen. I’m sure Eli’s driver can take us.”
With a soft kiss to my forehead, he relents. “I’m not going to change your mind so just be careful. If anything happens, call me. I’m serious, Mel.”
“Okay, I promise.”
“Mel!” I hear Belle call out before she begins banging on the door. “Put your orgasm on hold and put on a robe. I’ve got news!”
“Hold on a sec!” I yell back excitedly. “Get dressed so we can find out what they’re having.”
After popping a quick kiss on Noah’s lips, I rapidly throw my clothes on. Strong arms wrap around my waist and Noah kisses me. “One day, I hope you’ll be this happy finding out what we’re having.”
Me, too.
Noah opens the door to Belle and Darren. Darren has his arms wrapped around Belle’s massively round belly. With a cocked brow, I wait for her to explain. They’re all smiles as Darren pushes down on the top of her belly and out pops a pink helium balloon that says “It’s a girl.”
“Really?!” I exclaim, and Belle nods her head frantically. We’re instantly a puddle of screaming, hugging, crying women while Darren and Noah look on in amusement after their whole guy-hug-pat thing they have going on.
