Tammy gives me a nasty look, but I ignore her.
Noah smiles at me suggestively.
“Hi,” he says.
OK, she definitely hasn’t told him yet.
“I was just about to tell Noah something about you,” says Tammy.
“Oh!” I say, overenthusiastically. “Hi Tammy! How are you doing? I haven’t seen you in ages. Look, I’m sorry to interrupt, but Noah, I really need to speak to you outside about something.”
“We’re kind of busy here,” says Tammy, annoyed. “You’re really just kind of barging in here.”
“It’ll just take a minute,” I say, tugging on Noah’s arm to get him out of his seat.
“You’re being really rude!” says Tammy to me. “Noah, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Come on, Noah,” I say, not letting go of his arm.
Tammy gives me a look that could kill. “I was just about to tell Noah something very important.”
She’s about to say that Noah’s the father of my son!
I’ve got to think on my feet.
I do the unthinkable. As spuriously as I can in a public coffee shop, I slide my hand right down the front of Noah’s pants.
My hand is inside his underwear, and it’s not hard to find his cock. It starts growing immediately and in an instant, it’s massive and swollen in my hand. I squeeze hard.
Noah gives me a look of surprise and pleasure.
“You’re a wild woman,” he says, his voice getting low.
“Come on, Noah,” I say. “I have to tell you something.”
I’ve got Noah coming with me. His hand slips down to my ass and he grips me hard.
We’re halfway out the door when Tammy desperately calls out, “Noah, I was going to tell you that you’re…”
The obvious end of the sentence is “James’s father.”
But we’re out the door before she can say it. I shove the door closed behind us, and her words fall flat.
“Come on,” I say. “Let’s go somewhere private.”
It’s Noah’s turn to get naughty. He slips a hand down, under the elastic waistband of my panties, and I shudder with delight as his hand touches me. I’m already wet from feeling his cock in my hand.
We rush away from the coffee shop.
For a moment, I’m lost in the sexual delight of the whole experience… it’s all mixed with the suspense, the nervousness I felt over the situation…
But I do know I’ve got to get Noah away from Tammy. I’ve got to get us to a place she can’t find us. The way she is, she’s bound to rush out of the coffee shop and just shout the news at Noah. She’s that desperate to have him back.
I could see the hate for me clearly in her eyes. She thinks I’m stealing Noah from her.
Good thing Noah only has eyes for me.
We rush through the train station, through a tunnel that leads to the other side of the tracks. The tunnel is full of graffiti that’s been here since the 1970s. It gradually gets painted over by other graffiti.
Noah leads me by the hand through the tunnel and out to the other side of the tracks, away from the coffee shop.
“In here,” says Noah.
He leads me through some bushes, and I have a flashback to that night of the party all those years ago when Noah led me through the bushes.
There’s a little space, a little clearing, much like the last one.
“You know all the secret places around town, don’t you,” I say, giggling.
“I’m just happy I can finally put this one to good use,” says Noah.
We’re standing facing each other. He holds each of my hands in his. We’re close, but not completely touching. Except for his cock. The very end of his hard cock touches me through his pants.
“So what did you want to tell me?” says Noah.
Noah
I can tell she wants to tell me something big. I can tell that it wasn’t just some trick to get me alone. I mean, I know I’m hot and desirable and she can’t wait to fuck me again. But there was something in her eyes. I can read her. She wanted to tell me something important. Either that, or she didn’t want Tammy to tell me something.
Tammy was acting weird as hell, but I thought that was just how she was. I remember her being kind of ditzy and annoying from high school, always going on and on gossiping with people.
“Oh,” says Hana. “I just couldn’t wait to see you again…”
I have a feeling that it’s not the complete truth, but when she sticks her hand down my pants again and wraps her fingers around my rock hard cock, I can’t protest. I don’t have any option but to just go with it.
Plus, I know it’s not just a distraction. I know she really wants me, just like I want her right now.
“We always seem to do this outside,” I say.
“It’s exciting,” says Hana, with a twinkle in her eyes.
I nod.
I kiss her, smashing my mouth against her. I can’t resist her for a single second more.
“Last night was incredible,” she says, as I move my head down and kiss her ear, and her neck.
“It was,” I say. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”
“I bet you even jerked off to me,” says Hana, her voice breathless with desire.
I chuckle.
“I did,” I growl. “I imagined you were fucking me again.”
This seems to excite her even further.
Her hand grips my cock tighter.
“I need to taste it,” she whispers throatily.
I glance around. No one can see us here.
“This is crazy,” she says. “Doing this out in public.”
“No one can see us,” I growl. “It’s fine.”
“I don’t know… I’m supposed to be a responsible adult now.”
“So am I,” I say. “That’s what makes it so dirty.”
She’s on her knees, and my pants are undone, hanging to the sides along with my belt buckle.
Her mouth touches the head of my cock and she pauses for a moment, looking up at me with those impossibly sexy innocent eyes.
She takes it in her mouth and I groan with pleasure.
You’d think she was the blow job master or something. The way she moves her mouth, her lips, her tongue, it’s just fucking incredible.
The pleasure rises through my body from my cock through my chest.
She’s bobbing her head and it looks so sexy. Her hair is hanging all around and I push my fingers through them and hold her head gently, moving my hands in time with her head.
The intensity of the pleasure overtakes me for a moment and I lean my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the sensations.
“I can’t take another minute of this,” I finally growl. “Or I’m going to come in that sweet mouth of yours.”
“Good,” she says, removing her mouth from my cock for a moment.
She keeps going, more intently now. One of her delicate hands grips the base of my cock tightly. She moves her fist back and forth, still using her mouth.
I gaze down at her and the image of her burns into my mind. It’s too much for me. She’s too sexy.
“I want to make you come,” she says, removing her mouth again. Although she keeps going with her hand, letting it move along the entire length of my cock. It hits the spot underneath, towards the head, the one her lips normally grasp. “And then I want you to fuck me. But I’m not lying down. These clothes are too expensive.”
I chuckle deeply. Ah, the responsibilities of adulthood. Now we have to think about our clothes. Or at least she does. If mine get dirty, whatever.
…But her knees are already dirty…
Sometimes weird thoughts come into a guy’s head during sex.
Maybe she doesn’t want to get her back dirty… Maybe the jacket is expensive. Who knows.
She puts her mouth back on my cock.
I’m close to the edge.
Very close.
; There’s something so beautiful about watching her perfect face taking my cock… Something so dirty that it just makes my cock start to throb intensely.
A moment later, I come, letting loose right into her mouth.
She takes it greedily, squeezing even harder with her hand.
“Wow,” I growl.
My cock is still massively hard.
I seize her and pull her up towards me so she’s standing again.
She’s wearing a knee length professional style skirt. But it’s tight around her ass and her thighs, showing off her beautiful figure.
I hitch it up farther along her legs and push my hand between her legs, all the way to her panties, which are soaked and hot.
“Oh Noah,” she moans, as I start to massage her through her panties.
I push them aside, and touch her bare naked hot skin, using my hand in circular motions to pleasure her.
Meanwhile, I hold her tight against me, enjoying the feeling of her breasts against me.
I can’t take it anymore and I remove my hand and pull her close, her skirt hitched all the way up around her thighs, exposing her underwear that’s pushed aside for me.
She wraps her legs around me and I hold her tight, my hands gripping her sides.
My cock enters her smoothly, plunging deep inside her. She lets out a moan.
The pleasure is intense, a hot feeling on my cock that doesn’t abate. I plunge it into her again, and she rocks and rides me, gyrating her body against mine. I thrust my hips forcefully into her.
She cries out, the orgasm overtaking her.
“Fuck!” she cries out as it hits her. Her whole body is shivering, and I feel it on my cock, which explodes inside her.
I continue to hold her against me for a minute, before she gets down and straightens her skirt as best she can, running her hands along it down her gorgeous legs.
“Wow,” I say.
“Wow is right,” she says, giggling.
“You’re on birth control, right?” I say. I assume she is. She’s an adult woman, after all.
“Yup,” she says. “This time I…”
Huh?
“This time?” I say. “What does that mean?”
“Oh, nothing,” she says, with the air of someone who’s hiding something. A strange look comes over her face.
Is she hiding something from me?
Does she mean that the last time we had sex she wasn’t on birth control? Or does she mean that she used birth control with me, but not with someone else who came before me? Maybe she’s referring to the father of James. I don’t know.
But I have a feeling that it’s something she wants to keep to herself for now. And I respect her wishes, so I don’t probe the subject.
“The last time I didn’t come inside you,” is all I say.
She doesn’t say anything, just smiles at me, a warm smile that fills my heart.
I want to tell her so many things right now. I want to tell her that I don’t want to leave. But it seems too soon.
I don’t know. It’s hard for me to commit. It’s hard for me to express my feelings.
That’s something that being a Seal did not help me with, not one bit. There are things you learn there, but they’re practical things, skills. It’s not like they want the Seals all opening up about their feelings during or after battle. That wouldn’t help any of them one bit. The Seals is about objectives: do this, don’t do that. Or: kill the other guy. Kill ‘em good, and don’t talk about it afterwards.
I know I should tell her now that I’m going to be leaving soon to head out to LA.
But I don’t have it in me.
Everything is going so well that I don’t want to ruin it.
“Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?” says Hana. “I’m sure James would love to see you again. He can’t stop talking about you.”
I nod. “That’s be great,” I say.
We kiss in the parking lot. I just so happened to park right next to her.
In the driver’s seat, I watch as she backs out carefully. Of course I let her back out first.
I’m going to meet her at her house after she picks up James from school.
I head back to the hotel to grab a couple things, since I have the feeling that I’m going to be spending the night at her house. And I don’t want to seem like too much of a slob on my first night over at her place.
I slide my keycard in the door and the mechanism makes a clicking sound.
But something is different…
They always trained me to notice when things are different, when things aren’t quite as they should be.
My hand on the door handle, I pause for a moment, listening and waiting.
Is someone in my room?
I put my hand to my hip, reaching for the gun that was always there with me in situations like this.
But it’s not there. I’m a civilian now and I don’t carry a gun anymore.
Whatever. I can deal with a problem without a gun.
I push the handle down and bash the door open with my shoulder, rushing into the room. Better to confront a problem head on than just wait around for it.
My heart is racing in my chest. My whole body is on edge. I’m in battle mode.
Whatever’s in this room, I’m going to confront it and defeat it.
I scan the room, my head turning rapidly.
There’s no one here. The lights are off.
But the bathroom door is closed. The lights are on, showing underneath and above the door.
“Who’s in there?” I call out.
My hand again moves instinctively towards my hip.
Nothing there.
Damnit.
There’s no answer.
My hand reaches for the bathroom door doorknob…
Hana
“How was school today, James?” I say, helping James into the car.
“Good,” he says. “I did what Noah said.”
“What’s that?” I say.
“I stood up for myself,” says James.
“Good,” I say. “Very good. And I didn’t even get a call about it. I was worried you were going to punch someone. I don’t want you fighting. You remember that, right?”
James nods.
“I think Noah’s going to come over for dinner tonight,” I say. “Would you like that?”
“Yeah!” says James enthusiastically.
“Great,” I say. “I’ve already got some pork chops in the fridge defrosted. Does that sound good to you?”
“I don’t know.”
That’s what James always tends to say when he doesn’t want to say ‘no.’ I don’t know where he picked up the habit.
“You want some macaroni and cheese instead?” I say.
I usually don’t let James chose his own food, but I want everything to go well tonight with Noah over.
“Yeah!” says James enthusiastically.
“Great,” I say. “I have some for you in the freezer. I’ll heat it up for you and Noah and I will have the pork chops.”
My mind wanders on the drive home. I start thinking about that close call with Tammy in the coffee shop. I can’t believe I managed to get Noah away from her in time.
I know that I’m not going to be so lucky a second time. Especially if Tammy is really determined to tell him the news.
I have to tell him. I really need to tell him as soon as possible. But when will that be?
Things are going so well. I don’t need to create a huge divide between us, not right now.
I’ve already done something horribly wrong by never telling him. It’s something I’m deeply ashamed of, and I’ve lived with the guilt of this for many years now. I don’t need to be further punished for my actions, not when I finally have Noah back in my life.
Noah’s car isn’t there when I pull up.
But he said he was going back to the hotel to grab some different clothes, and then he’d head over.
I get James out of the car and brin
g him into the living room, where he has a little area with some of his favorite toy trucks.
“Is Noah coming over soon?” he says.
“Yup,” I say. “I’m just going to call him to see when he’ll be over. You just play for a little while, OK?”
James nods his head.
Sometimes, I can’t get over how much he looks like Noah. I’m honestly surprised that Noah hasn’t said anything about it. But then again, sometimes guys aren’t so good at knowing exactly what they look like. There’re not like us women, who tend to overanalyze every aspect of our appearances. That’s what the media and the magazines train us to do, I suppose.
I pull my cell phone out from my purse and give Noah a call.
There’s no answer.
Hmm, that’s weird.
My heart starts beating fast. Could Tammy somehow have already told him the news? She has his phone number, after all. And while she wanted to tell him in person, maybe she got frustrated and decided to call and tell him the news over the phone.
Maybe he’s so mad at me right now that he’s not even going to pick up the phone for me. Maybe he’s completely disgusted with me and won’t ever talk to me again. Maybe he’s going to leave town and never speak to either James or me again.
But I can’t let that happen. James needs a father. And I need Noah. I need him bad, more than I ever realized before.
I call again.
This time, he picks up.
“You still coming over?” I say, holding my breath as I wait for the reply.
This is the moment of truth, when I’ll learn whether or not he knows the news before I have a chance to tell him.
I swear to myself silently right here and now that if he doesn’t yet know, I’m really, really going to tell him tonight, no matter what, no matter how awful it is to do so.
Noah doesn’t answer. I can hear his breathing on the other end of the line, though. It’s rapid and heavy, as if he’s been working out.
Is he full of rage over what Tammy could have told him? To the point that he can’t even speak? Is he just boiling over with rage towards me right now?
“Noah?” I say. “Are you there? Are you OK, Noah?”
“I’m here,” he says. His voice sounds far off and strange and distant.
“Are you all right?” I say. “You sound weird.”
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