by A. M. Myers
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
I drop my head back and yell, “Thought you didn’t like me mauling you!”
“Woman!” he roars and I giggle as I take off for the bedroom with him right on my heels. He tackles me onto the bed and rolls me to my back as he wedges himself between my legs. “You’re fucking sassy tonight. I think you need a spankin’.”
“Just try it, LeBlanc,” I threaten as I narrow my gaze at him and he laughs as he thrusts his hips forward, taking me by surprise. I gasp and my eyes close as I reach for him. He laughs again.
“Big, bad Kady turns into putty in my hands,” he taunts. Pushing him, I try to scoot away from him but he holds me steady as he leans in and plants a kiss on my lips. “Are you wet, baby?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Liar.” He hooks his arms around my legs and positions them on his shoulders before leaning forward again and letting his lips brush over mine. “Know what I think? I think arguing with me turns you on just as much as it does me.” He wraps his hand around my throat, not squeezing but just holding it. It’s enough of a tease that heat floods my body as my pussy clenches. “I think if I stuck my hand up under your skirt right now, it would be covered in your sweetness.”
“Noah,” I moan loudly, bucking my hips against him and he gives my neck a little squeeze that has my pussy clenching again.
“Tell me you need me.”
I glare up at him. “Fucking make me.”
“Don’t ask for things you don’t really want, Kady, baby,” he warns but I won’t back down. Not now. Not ever. We stare at each other for a few seconds and everything else stands still. Finally, he smiles. “Fine.”
My stomach flips as he peels off his jacket and reaches for the bottom of his shirt before pulling it over his head. As he tosses it across the room, he grins and reaches for his jeans. I watch as he unbuttons them and stands up to shove them down his legs. When he’s naked in front of me, I can’t help but gawk a little. The Noah I knew seven years ago was as Hannah put it “stupid hot” but the man standing in front of me, he’s so much more. His muscles have filled out and the lines in his face are harsher, making him even sexier than I remember but it’s the confidence that he’s always had that really does it for me. Noah tackles everything in life full force… even if that includes me.
With the grace of a predator, he stalks around the bed and stops next to me. “Stand up.”
“Why?”
He arches a brow. “If you’re going to lay down a challenge, I’ll beat it. Now, stand up.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I say, rolling to my knees and scooting across the bed until I’m in his arms. “What if I just want you?”
“You think this is my first day? I know you and I know how damn sneaky you are so don’t even try. You asked me to make you need me and you can bet your sweet little ass that’s what I’m going to do. Now. Stand. Up.”
My hands tremble as I climb to my feet and I slightly regret my big mouth as he reaches down and pulls the dress over my head. The sound of fabric ripping greets me but he doesn’t stop long enough for me to inspect it. He leans in, his eyes deadly as he towers over me, his hands reaching around me to unhook my bra as he presses the tip of his nose to mine. My chest heaves with labored breaths as I imagine all the spectacular ways he could completely disarm me and my insides clench with need.
Shit.
“Whatever I do, don’t you dare sit down. You hear me?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“So agreeable already,” he muses and I grit my teeth. Damn him! “Remember what I said.”
He drops to his knees in front of me and I suck in a breath as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs. I step out of them and they go flying through the air as soon as he gets them off. He looks down at my heels for a second before glancing back up at me with a grin.
“Leave those on and turn around.”
I think about challenging him for a second but I’m already overcome with need and as much shit as I’ve been talking tonight, I don’t think I could handle him teasing me for much longer so I do as I’m told. When I’m facing away from him, he runs his hand up the back of my thigh before smacking my ass hard.
“Bend over and plant your hands on the bed.” He slaps the inside of my thigh. “Spread your legs.”
I’m gasping for breath as I follow his directions and when he grabs my ass in both hands, my legs begin to shake.
Oh, God.
I’m going to combust.
“You just let me know when you’ve had enough, okay?” he asks but I don’t acknowledge his question and he smacks my ass again just before shoving his face between my thighs. My body jerks in surprise. He smacks my ass again and my pussy clenches.
“Don’t.” Smack. “Pull.” Smack. “Away.” Smack. “From me.” Smack.
I nod, my knees wobbling as I grip the sheet beneath my hands. His hands are firmer as he grabs my hips and pulls me to him, his tongue darting out to tease my clit and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Noah.”
He hums against my pussy and the vibration from it adds to the teasing of his mouth as stars dance in front of my eyes. I’m already so close. I moan loudly as he sucks my clit into his mouth and my muscles tense to the point of pain for just a moment before my body erupts and I scream his name again.
“Fucking Christ,” he whispers, standing up and pulling me against his hips. “You’re so goddamn sexy, baby. Ready to concede yet?”
I shake my head and he laughs.
“I was really hoping you’d say that. Lie on your back on the bed.”
Following his instructions, I lie down on the bed and he climbs on top of me before shoving my legs apart. Our eyes meet and his smile is downright devious as he slips two fingers inside me and groans.
“Thought you weren’t wet, baby,” he teases. I ignore him, too focused on the gentle pressure of his fingers slowly moving in and out of me as my body aches for more. Whimpering, I lift my hips, trying to get just that and he laughs.
Motherfucker.
“Had enough yet?” he whispers, adding his thumb to my clit and I cry out as I shove my fingers in my hair. When I don’t answer him, he picks up the pace and I moan as my hips lift off the bed. Just when I think I’m going to find my release again, he stops.
“Please!” I scream at him and he arches a brow.
“Is this you conceding?”
I think it over for a second before nodding and the relief on his face is evident.
“Thank fuck. I didn’t think I was going to last much longer,” he says as he rubs his cock over my clit and lines himself up with my entrance.
“You’re a real son of a bitch.”
“Isn’t that why you love me?” he asks but before I can tell that is absolutely not the reason I love him, he thrusts forward, burying himself inside me and we both moan.
This is one argument that can wait for later.
Chapter Fourteen
Noah
Opening my eyes, I release a heavy breath and squint up at the ceiling as bright morning sunlight streaks through the room and my mind sluggishly tries to wake up. I yawn as I rub my hand over my face and a soft snore next to me pulls my attention to the naked beauty next to me. I grin. She’s so goddamn cute when she sleeps, on her belly with one leg hanging out of the covers. Without wanting, she rolls over and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her into me as she sighs. Her back is pressed against my front and like she’s trying to torture me, she wiggles, rubbing her ass against my aching cock. I bite back a groan.
Fuck.
What I wouldn’t give to flip her over and sink into her but I can’t stand to wake her.
“Don’t even think about it, LeBlanc,” she mumbles, her voice still heavy with sleep and I glance up at her face as she cracks her eyes open.
“I wasn’t.”
She grins, rolling her hazel eyes as they sh
ine with amusement. “Liar.”
“Liar, huh? I’ll teach you to call me a liar,” I growl playfully as I grab her hip and flip her to her back. She giggles and the sound hits me like a ton of bricks. Since I showed back up in her life, her laughter has been rare and as I stare down at her brilliant smile, struggling to breathe through the intense love I feel every time I look at her, I make it my mission to make her laugh every damn day of her life.
Leaning in, I press my lips to her neck, humming as the scent of oranges fills my nose. Every day that I was locked up, I would close my eyes and just imagine this right here - being in bed with her, the two of us in our own little bubble, and it’s the only thing that got me through the difficult days. She threads her fingers into my hair as I drag my lips down to her tit, goose bumps racing across my flesh. My hands and lips explore every inch of skin I can reach, drawing sighs and softs moans from her that spur me on, making me need more. As I start a path back up to her lips, my hand brushes over some raised skin by her hip and she tenses underneath me.
“Please, don’t.” Her voice is desperate and as much as I would like to respect her wishes, anything that puts that much pain in her voice, I need to know about. Pulling back, I glance down and suck in a breath at the prominent scar in the shape of a “B” just above her hipbone. It’s almost like someone carved it into her skin.
“Who did this to you, baby?” I ask as my head whips up and our eyes meet. Tears fill her gaze and she reaches down, shoving my hand out of the way before covering the mark with hers.
“It doesn’t matter.”
My brows knit together. “It sure as hell does matter. Tell me.”
She stares up at me for a moment, both of us standing our ground, before she sighs and wipes away a few tears as they fall down her cheeks. “Oliver did it to me.”
“How? Did he cut you?”
“I wish,” she scoffs. “It was probably about two months after he’d taken me and he brought in this metal poker thing that was shaped like a “B” at the end…”
“He branded you?” I ask, my vision growing hazy as I push her hand out of the way and stare down at the mark marring her perfect skin. There’s a roar in my ears as I imagine him shoving the hot poker into her skin and I clench my teeth so hard I hear a crack. She nods.
“Yes. He tied me to a chair and made me watch as he heated it up over the stove, telling me how I needed a permanent reminder of who I belonged to.”
I shake my head, my past crashing down on me again. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“Stop,” she commands, pulling my focus back up to her gorgeous eyes. “There was a long time that I was, unfairly, mad at you but I’m not anymore and none of this is really your fault. The only person responsible for what happened to me is Oliver.”
“Why do you call him Oliver instead of Biche?” I ask as I lie next to her again. It’s something I noticed the other day. Never once has she called him by the name everyone else knows him as. She sighs.
“Do you know what Biche means?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“It literally means butcher.”
I roll my eyes. “Pretty sure he gave himself that name. Douchebag.”
“I know,” she answers with a nod. “But when I hear people call him Biche, it makes him more than he is. If I think of him as Biche, he becomes a monster - this otherworldly force that I’ll never be able to overcome but when I call him Oliver, it reminds me that he’s just a man. A man that can be hurt, killed, defeated.”
“You never have to worry about him again, baby,” I assure her. “I promise that he’s never going to get his hands on you again.”
Her smile is soft as she leans in and lays her forehead against my lips, prompting a kiss from me. “You make me feel safe, Noah. That’s something that I haven’t had since the last time we were together.”
“You’ll never lose it again. I promise you.”
“I love you,” she whispers, peeking up and me and I smile, relief washing through me. I had no idea how much I needed to hear those words from her - how much I was craving them. I kiss her forehead again.
“I love you, too, Kady. Always have and always will.”
She sighs happily and leans in to press her lips to mine as she folds her arms between us. I’m able to completely cocoon her in my arms and I never want to leave. My mind drifts to the time she spent with Biche and I wonder what else that fucker put her through while he had her.
“Can I ask you something?”
Nodding, she glances up at me again. “I suppose but there’s no guarantee I’m going to answer it.”
“Yeah, I think I got that,” I answer with a laugh before my expression turns serious. “While you were down there, did he rape you?”
“Oh,” she whispers before sucking in a breath and nodding. “Yes. He raped me almost every night for the entire year I was down there.”
Jesus Christ.
I slip my fingers into her hair, massaging the back of her head as fire burns through my gut. I swear to God, I’ll make him pay for all the pain and suffering she went through - every last second of it.
“I’m so sor…”
“Don’t you dare apologize to me, Noah LeBlanc. I’ll say it again - this wasn’t your fault. Oliver is fucking delusional. He made me pretend that we were in a relationship and he was just coming home from a regular workday while I was down there.”
“For real?”
She nods. “Yes. He insisted that I have dinner ready for him when he got home and then we’d watch TV and he’d make me cuddle with him before taking me to the bedroom where he’d rape me.”
I think over all the stuff that’s happened between us since I got back and my stomach rolls. “How are you okay with me touching you, being with you?”
“I don’t know, actually.”
“Did you and Mason ever…” I ask, not sure I want the answer to this question. She shakes her head.
“No. I told him that I wasn’t the type of girl that slept around and that I’d been through some shit in my past and I needed to take it slow.”
All the tension releases from my muscles as I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Jealousy had been burning me up inside every time I thought about the two of them together and I’m fucking thrilled to just push that image out of my mind forever.
“But it’s not the same with me?” I ask, thinking about what we did last night and she shakes her head.
“No, Noah. You and I don’t seem to follow any of the normal rules. When we’re together, it’s almost like that year never even happened.” Smiling, she throws her leg over my hip and my dick immediately takes notice - not that her “fuck me” eyes were hard to interpret.
“You sure?”
She nods. “Oh, yeah.”
Planting her hand on my chest, she digs her nails into my skin as she rocks her hips against me and it’s all the encouragement I need. I release her and sit up in bed, scooting back until my back is pressed against the headboard before pulling her on top of me. With a grin, she straddles me and begins gyrating her hips, rubbing her wet pussy against my aching cock.
“Baby,” I breathe, dropping my head back as pleasure zips through me.
Fuck, that feels amazing.
I’m torn between urging her to go farther and just letting her do this for the rest of my life ‘cause goddamn, it’s magical. In fact, I imagine this is what heaven is like - just Kady and me in bed together, loving each other for the rest of forever.
She leans back, planting one of her hands on my thigh as she hooks the other around the back of my neck and pulls me forward, stealing a kiss. Any doubts I had about how she feels about sex vanish as she takes control, torturing me with the rotation of her hips. The head of my cock hits her clit and she moans, pulling one out of me as well as I fist her hair and give it a tug. She throws her head back, moaning again.
“Stop teasin’ me, darlin’.”
Pouting, she rocks her hips a littl
e harder. Silently telling me to go fuck myself. “Why? You didn’t stop when you were teasing me last night.”
Well, when she’s right, she’s right.
“Please, baby. I need you.”
“Noah,” she breathes, practically melting into my lap and I grin. Bingo! She releases my neck and leans in toward me as she rocks up on her knees and hovers over me. I grab my cock and rub the head against her clit one more time before lining myself up with her entrance. Bracing both hands on my shoulders, she slowly starts sinking down and I let out a long, drawn out sigh as my head falls back.
“Oh, God,” she breathes and I open my eyes just in time to see the look of complete bliss on her face - head thrown back, eyes closed, and her full lips parted in pleasure.
Jesus, she’s so goddamn beautiful.
She’s stunning perfection, a damn goddess, and the queen of my heart.
When she opens her eyes and sees me watching her, she bites her bottom lip and cups my face in her hands, leaning forward to press her lips to mine. She finds a steady, pounding rhythm that drives me out of my ever-lovin’ mind. It’s lazy but so damn intense as she lifts off me only to sink back down before circling her hips and doing it all over again. My heart pounds out of control as I slip my hand into her blonde hair again and pull it.
“Noah,” she moans and any restraint I had snaps. Grabbing her hips, I hold her steady as I flip her onto her back and throw one leg up over my shoulder with a grin as I slowly sink into her. She moans again.
“That feel good, baby? Or you want more?”
She nods. “More.”
I mimic the pace she set, slowly sinking into her with enough force to draw a gasp out of her and make her tits bounce each time I bottom out. Her hands dive into her hair and her eyes close as she tries to wrap her other leg around my waist but I grab it and pin her knee to the bed, holding her wide open to me.
“Eyes on me, Kady,” I command and she blinks up at me. “You take your eyes off me and I’m going to smack your sweet little ass, you hear me?”
