Bending, she licked his shaft from root to tip. He jerked in his sleep, but he didn’t awake. Pulling at her nipples, she nuzzled his cock, inhaling his scent, amazed at the silken feel of the steel-hard rod. Taking the head of his manhood into her mouth, she sucked on it like a peach, letting her tongue bathe the tip. A ripple of bliss shot through her.
She was enjoying this and she wanted more. Taking his shaft in one hand, she bent closer and traced her nipple with the head, leaving a trace of precum on her areola. Immediately her breast tightened. Moving over slightly, she gifted her other breast to the same rare treat. God, she wanted Noah.
Hovering over him, her breasts dangled down—even to her own eye they were lush and aroused. Placing a hand on either globe, she settled the quivering mounds on either side of his cock and pressed them together, capturing him between them.
Noah groaned. Her eyes flew to his face, but he still slept. Taking that as a sign she should continue, Skye moved her body up and down, sliding his cock between her breasts. Looking down, she groaned. Never in her born days had she imagined doing anything so sinfully sweet. The sight of Noah’s cock nestled in the valley of her tits was arousing beyond the point of endurance. Wanting to taste, she lowered her head and kissed the tip, dallying her tongue in the slit, all the while moving her body so her aching flesh caressed the rock hard shaft.
Noah opened one eye.
Did she actually think he was sleeping through this? Could any man ignore such ecstasy?
“You’re killing me, Princess,” he groaned.
Skye bounced a little, which caused her breasts to jiggle, further exciting his cock. Noah groaned again. “Sweet Jesus.”
Meeting his gaze, Skye understood. She had him at her mercy. “Shall I please you?”
“I beg you. Don’t stop.” His voice was deep, husky, with a sexy catch which spoke of his excitement.
“I don’t want to stop.” She slid his cock between her breasts, licking the head, taking him deeper in her mouth. An ache began to pulse rhythmically between her legs. Letting go of her breasts, she got down to business. Clasping his stalk in one hand, she began to bob her head, hollowing her cheeks and sucking him unmercifully. Noah groaned, bucking his hips. A trickle of cream ran down her thigh, she could feel it. Skye was unbearably aroused. He was Adam to her Eve and she longed to tempt him beyond endurance.
Dragging her tongue across the swollen head, Skye pumped him with one hand and palmed his balls with the other. Unable to keep still, she rhythmically clenched her pussy, wishing she could feel him stretching her, burning her.
“Suck me, Skye. More.” Wanting only to please him, she laved the flared crest with the flat of her tongue before taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. All the way to the back of her throat, she took him, then slid him in and out, in and out, swirling her tongue around the ridge of his cock. “My God!” he bellowed as he filtered his fingers through her hair. She felt his thighs go taut. He was loving this and so was she. The feel of him heavy on her tongue was one of the most erotic things she could imagine.
Lovingly she bathed him with her tongue before taking him back in her mouth and sucking hard. She heard him hiss in appreciation. Skye was so turned on, she was shaking. God, he was so big, she massaged him with her fingers while her tongue lashed around the thick root. Quickly she learned there was a spot that drove him crazy, a hidden spot underneath the head, so she paid it special attention and he rewarded her with words of praise and promises of untold delights. Skye hummed her pleasure, memorizing every vein and every ridge as she worshiped his cock. “Skye! God, Skye!”
Noah groaned—a guttural sound erupted from his throat as if the pleasure he was experiencing was pure agony. Hot jets of semen shot into her mouth and she accepted it, loving him as his whole body gave in to the orgasm. In absolute harmony, her body reacted to the sights and sounds of his ecstasy and she came hard, crying out his name. “Noah!”
He couldn’t think for a few heartbeats, but when he could, Noah realized the gift Skye had given him. “Come here.” He pulled her into his arms. “I have no words.” He kissed her on the temple. “You are every man’s fantasy.”
She cuddled up next to him and sighed. All of those years of fantasizing had paid off.
“I have to pack.” She sighed against his chest.
Taking her chin between his thumb and first finger, he held her still. “Don’t leave without texting me and I want you to come home as soon as you can.”
His attitude warmed her heart, but she needed to say her piece. Skye laid her hand on his cheek. “Thank you for last night and this morning. I’ll never forget it as long as I live.”
Noah frowned. “I don’t understand. After giving me the most spec-fuckin-tacular blow job in the history of mankind, you’re giving me the brush-off?”
Skye got up and reached for something to put on and realized she didn’t have anything except the dress she’d worn to the ball. “Dang.” Grabbing Noah’s white dress shirt, she pulled it on. “No, I’m not giving you the brush-off. I’m being a modern woman who can have a fulfilling sexual relationship with a guy and not expect a ring and a promise.”
Noah studied her. He wanted to argue, but what she was saying was exactly what he’d said he wanted…or thought he wanted. Now he wasn’t so sure. All he knew was that she looked like a wet dream in his shirt. “My request stands and I add to it. Text me before you go, be safe, and come back to me as soon as you can. Deal?”
Skye wondered if she was setting herself up for a fall. “Deal.”
***
His dad always taught him to be the bigger man, and while he’d never claim to be better than his brother, Noah knew he should make the first move. The elevator dinged when it reached the third floor and he exited, heading toward Jessie’s room. The baby was on another floor in ICU, and he was sure Jacob was running himself to death trying to be with both of them as much as he could. The family would stand by him, and do everything they could, but Jacob wasn’t the type to stand back and let someone else take care of those he loved best.
He walked up to the chart and verified Jessie McCoy as the patient. Tapping twice, he eased the door open. The room was darkened and he saw Jacob raise his head. He looked tired, but he smiled. “God, I’m glad you came.” He got up and came to Noah, embracing him.
Relief flooded Noah. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost the love and support of his brother. “How are they?”
“Jessie is resting good. But she’s worried.” He was whispering, but a movement from the bed caused them both to turn.
“I’m not asleep. Come hug me, Noah. Have you seen him? Isn’t Bowie beautiful?”
He went to her. “No, I haven’t seen him yet. But if he looks like you, there’s nothing else he could be.”
Jessie clung to him. “Get Jacob to take you down to NICU and you all go check on my little boy for me. I’m so worried.”
“Okay, I want to see him.” He hugged her back.
“I told you to stop worrying. Bowie is going to be fine. He’s getting stronger every minute.” Jacob squeezed her hand.
“Go.” She compelled them. “Go or I’ll get up out of this bed and go myself. I beg Jacob to just stay down there with Bowie as much as they’ll let him and just come check on me every once in a while.”
“You know I can’t stay away from you. Avery is coming this morning and Joseph this afternoon. We’re going to take turns.” Jacob looked at his wife with all the love in the world in his eyes. “Everything will be okay, the doctors here are great and the family will pray us through this.”
Jacob’s faith was great. Noah admired him. He wouldn’t say his faith had faltered, but the family sure had used their quota of prayer requests lately. “I want on the roster. I’d love to sit with you or Bowie.”
“Thanks, Noah. Just as s
oon as I can get out of this bed, I’ll be down there myself—full time.”
“You will take care of yourself, you’ve just had surgery.” Jacob was emphatic.
Jessie wiped tears. “Go see about Bowie.” She urged them from the room.
They left and started down the hallway to the elevator. “Tell me exactly what Bowie is facing,” Noah asked, walking closely to his brother.
Jacob punched the elevator button. “Lord, I’ve talked to the doctors and researched this thing and as best I can tell you, it’s his mitral valve, the one which moves blood from the left atrium to the left ventricle. Very serious.” He sighed as they stepped in and the door closed. “As far as valve problems go, this one is complex.”
“What are they going to do? Repair it?”
“We’ve had a specialist come in and study Bowie’s x-rays and he said the valve is beyond repair. The answer is replacement, but the mitral valve is a tricky one because there are a lot of critical structures close to it which will restrict what he can do.”
Noah could see the strain Jacob was under and he immediately forgave him for his outburst the night before. “What does all that mean?”
“What worried me most was that as Bowie grows, any valve they would put in would have to be replaced periodically, which means more surgeries. But Dr. Iman thinks he can use a Melody valve which is an expandable prosthetic valve normally used in the pulmonary area because it works when only partially expanded.”
“That sounds complicated.”
“It is.” They got off the elevator and Jacob pointed the way. “By trimming the length and cinching it down to its smallest size, he thinks he can use it. As Bowie grows, they can expand the valve by threading a thin balloon catheter into the heart and inflating it.”
“Good lord,” Noah breathed. Jacob opened the door to the NICU. “Let me get the nurse to let us visit him.” He stepped away and Noah looked around at all the incubators. Each one had a small baby who was facing much more than a tiny human should have to.
“Noah.” Jacob motioned him over to a small cubicle where his son lay. “Come meet your nephew.”
He stepped over to the incubator and looked at the small child. He had dark hair, blue eyes and was hooked up to more wires and tubes than Noah had ever seen. “He’s so handsome.” Despite the medical paraphernalia, the baby moved his little arms and legs, seeming to reach up for his father.
“Hey, buddy.” Jacob reached out to his son who wrapped his entire hand around Jacob’s finger, holding on. “This just breaks my heart, Noah.”
They stood together with a baby who had come into their world. “We’ll stand by him through thick and thin, you know that.”
“Yea,” Jacob agreed. “That’s just what families do.”
***
When Noah left the hospital, he felt better. He checked his phone. There was no message from Skye so he texted her.
NOAH: I miss you.
In a few moments, he heard a beep.
SKYE: I miss you, too. I’m getting pretty.
Noah laughed.
NOAH: You’re already pretty. If you’re going out into the wilderness, who are you dressing up for?
SKYE: Ha! You never know. I might run into Grizzly Adams. A girl always wants to look her best.
NOAH: Now, I’m jealous.
SKYE: You have no reason to be.
NOAH: Good. When are you leaving?
SKYE: It will be a couple of hours. I’m waiting till Lance returns so I can say goodbye.
NOAH: Okay. Don’t forget me.
SKYE: Impossible.
When he arrived back at Tebow, he remembered the certificate and plaque about Aron from the ball. He’d left it on the kitchen table. What was he going to do with it? Was there any use in trying to hide it? The news would make the local paper tomorrow, but would his family even notice? Life was beyond hectic these days. Should he throw the stuff away or keep it, just in case? Hell, he supposed he could store it in the attic. Before he’d left the hospital Jacob had asked him to go up and bring down a couple of boxes of their Dad’s papers. He wanted Noah to go through them and see if he could find anything else about Christian and their first cousins. The whole thing was still so new and if Sebastian had left more information about their mutual grandparents and how things were doled out, they’d know better how to proceed.
Noah knew Tebow hadn’t always been McCoy property. This land had belonged to his mother and her family. But he didn’t know as much about where Sebastian had come from and all of the McCoy side of the family’s dealings, and now he knew why. Divorce and misunderstandings can tear up a family for generations.
As he shut the car door, he noticed Nathan walking across the yard. His head was bowed and he looked upset. “Nathan! What’s wrong?”
His brother stopped, but didn’t say anything. Noah ran to him. “Are you sick?”
“No.” When he looked up, it was obvious Nathan had tears in his eyes. “Tina was in a car wreck. They don’t know if she’s going to live.”
“God, I’m so sorry. Do you want me to take you to the hospital to see her?” He racked his brain, trying to place Tina. He thought he knew who all of Nathan’s friends were. “What’s her last name?”
“Her last name is Quinn. They only moved here about a month ago. And I can’t go see her, they life-flighted her to Galveston.”
Noah wrapped an arm around Nathan. “If she’s down there for more than a couple of days, I’ll take you myself. What happened?”
“I don’t know, but I’m worried.” He looked up at Noah. “She’s so nice. We talked on the phone last night for an hour. Her Dad came to her bedroom door and asked her if she wanted to go get ice cream. She didn’t want to go, she wanted to stay on the phone with me. But he insisted. And a drunk driver…”
Noah was at a loss. “I don’t know why these things happen. Life just doesn’t make sense sometimes.”
They walked into the house. “Want some breakfast, Noah? I saved you some biscuits and gravy.” Cady was wiping down the kitchen cabinets. When she saw Nathan, she immediately dropped the rag. “Nathan, are you all right?”
Cady was a natural nurturer. In a few moments, she had Nathan telling her everything. “We’ll call down and check on her.” Noah made a biscuit and sausage sandwich. Knowing Nathan was in good hands, he headed toward the den where he could hear raised voices. What else could be going on?
“I don’t give a damn about scheduling. I need twenty tons of mineral supplements every two weeks.” Noah sat down and listened to Isaac lay down the law to a distributor. The feed he was ordering was necessary to get the herds through the coming months when hay and winter grass just wasn’t enough to keep them in tip-top condition. “Good. I’ll look for it and send your money today. Thank you.”
“Problems?”
“Oh, just the same ole’ thing. They always try to substitute something cheaper if you don’t pay close attention.”
Isaac looked tired. “Have you heard from Jacob and Jessie?”
“Yea.” Noah crunched his biscuit. “I just got back from the hospital. They’re holding up, but it’s a scary nerve-wracking thing. Bowie looks so fragile and helpless.”
“So, you two are okay?” Joseph came through the door, as dirty and dusty as Noah had ever seen him.
“What happened to you? Did you get caught in a cattle stampede?”
“Nope, I just finished bustin’ a bronc. That stallion we bought last month, the one that had never been rode. Well, it has now.” Joseph took his hat off and knocked it against his jeans. A cloud of dust went up in the air.
“Stop that,” Isaac grumbled. “The women folk will have a fit. We have to be neat these days if we want the sex and the food to keep flowing.”
“Glad, I’m still unattached.”
Noah observed dryly.
“Are you? What about Skye?” Joseph flopped down on the couch. Another cloud of dust billowed around him.
Noah coughed. “Skye and I have a good time together. We’ve agreed to keep it causal.”
“Casual, but with sex, right?” Isaac raised an eyebrow, looking wicked. Despite his complete devotion to Avery, he still had that badass biker attitude.
“I don’t kiss and tell.” Noah took another bite of biscuit.
“You tight-ass conservative. You’re no fun,” Isaac grumbled.
Attempting to change the subject, Noah asked, “Did you find anything on your trip with Roscoe?”
“No, thank goodness. The body they found was about twenty years too old and six inches too short to be Aron.” He tried to be funny, but it fell flat. The subject was just too serious. “I wouldn’t say this to anybody but you. But I’m beginning to lose hope.”
For Isaac to say this, Noah knew he had to be feeling very much at a loss. “Do you think we’ll ever know what happened to him? When I repeated what Vance suggested…that maybe Aron didn’t want to come home—“
“What!?” Libby’s voice from the doorway shocked them all. She looked stricken. Tears started flowing from her eyes like a fountain. “Why wouldn’t Aron want to come back to me?” She stared at what she had in her hand. “And what’s this? Aron’s memory has been honored at the Cattle Barron’s Ball?” She stared at Noah as if he alone was at fault. “He’s not dead! And he loves me! Why can’t anybody believe that but me?”
Isaac went to her. “Nobody is giving up, Libby. I promise. Vance just has to cover all the bases and Noah can probably explain the memorial crap.”
Noah stood. “I had no idea they were going to honor him. When they called me to the front, I told the whole room full of people that we don’t believe Aron is dead. It was a misunderstanding. People are jumping to conclusions.”
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