by Low, JA
We all rush to tell her, “No.”
“Do you like being married to him?” I tentatively ask.
“It’s nice coming home to someone. I’ve never had that before.”
“Does he go out a lot?” Lenna asks.
“No, not really. Anderson’s usually always home when I get in with a glass of red and dinner on the table waiting for me.” As soon as the words fall from her lips, Emma gasps. “You don’t think he…” She seems a little confused.
“Likes you,” Ariana finishes for her.
“He wouldn’t have stayed married to you if he hated you,” Stella points out.
“Do you like him?” I ask because maybe there’s more to this arrangement than meets the eye.
“What? No. Not like that,” she quickly adds. “I like his dick. That’s a thing of beauty.” And there she is, the normal Emma.
“I’m not going to be able to look at him now,” Stella teases. “Knowing he has a big dick.” We all burst out laughing. “I need a big dick. Does he have a brother?” Emma chuckles.
“No. But if you want a big dick, sweetheart, I can find you a big dick.”
“Yippee.” Stella claps excitedly.
“What happened with stripper man?”
“Oh, he was fun. He’s on my speed dial if I ever need him… his words.” I think Stella’s getting her groove back.
“Now, who’s ready for dessert?”
29
Noah
I’m so fucked. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t stop watching them. She looked happy dancing around her living room with a cocktail in her hand, and a huge smile on her face. She looked free.
Shaking my head as I turn on my heel and head to bed, I can’t begrudge her time with her friends. They have always been in her life, I’ve known that from the start—they are her squad. They were there for her over the whole Walker saga, whisking her away to New York and then onto her honeymoon, helping her rebuild her life again. It’s purely selfish reasons that I want to spend every waking moment with her.
She’s my drug.
I need my fix.
Finally, after most of the year being side by side, day in day out as friends and colleagues, I have her. Freely. Without barriers. Without trying to hide my feelings. Without fear. But I want more. I’m being completely irrational. She will be back in my bed again, night after night like she has every single night this week. Both of us sitting on the couch with our laptops open, working away, a nice glass of red beside us, eating take out, talking strategies and plans, finalizing things. May not be that romantic, but to me, it’s kind of everything I hoped for in a relationship if I were ever going to have one.
I jump into bed, grab my glasses, and open my laptop. Might as well finish up on all the urgent shit related to The Hamptons Estate.
At some point, I must fall asleep because footsteps through my house wake me with a jolt. My bedroom light is still on, my laptop has fallen to the side, and my glasses are on my chest.
Rubbing the foggy sleep from my eyes, a silhouette of a woman stands at my door.
“Did I wake you?” she seductively purrs.
“I’m most certainly awake now.” Taking in every inch of her glorious get-up, she has a Burberry trench coat on, fuck-me boots that disappear underneath it, and a deep ‘V’ displaying the swell of her voluptuous breasts.
“You’ve been working too hard. I’m here to help you relax.” Chloe smirks.
God, she’s cute especially when her hand misses the doorframe, and she stumbles forward a little bit, letting out a giggle. She’s tipsy. She straightens herself up and goes back into character. Slowly and shakily, she saunters over to the end of the bed.
“My poor, hardworking executive. Dealing with such important things all day long. You must be exhausted.”
I nod my head in agreement because yes, it is hard. I am tired. And I fucking want her so much.
“I am,” I reply, playing along.
“Lucky I’m here to help you, then.” She licks her lips.
Chloe unties her coat and lets it fall to the floor.
Holy hell, I was not expecting her to be buck-naked underneath.
My dick shoots to the sky against my boxers. My chest begins to hyperventilate, my heart constricts, my brain implodes from the extreme stimuli. She’s so beautiful. She’s sexy as fuck. I love that her confidence in the bedroom is growing. I’m excited to be reaping the benefits. I’m one lucky son of a bitch because she’s all mine.
She rips off the bed cover, exposing my tented boxers. “Take them off,” she demands.
Quickly, I do as I’m told, yanking them off and throwing them beside the bed.
Her eyes widen as she takes me all in. Her cheeks flush as her eyes zero in on my dick. “I don’t know what I want to ride first, your dick or your face.” I literally choke on her words.
Hottest thing a woman could ever say to a man as she taps her fingernail on her chin as if it really needs that much thinking.
“May I suggest—”
She cuts me off before I can finish. “No,” she states, giving me a heated stare.
Chloe moves a knee to the bed, and then the other, and crawls up over my body, stopping above my dick.
She’s going for the dick.
She’s going to ride me like a good little cowgirl, and I’ll fucking buck the shit out of her.
Chloe smiles at me and then begins to move past my dick.
Fuck yes.
Yes.
Sit on my face baby.
Yes.
She shakily stands up on my bed in her sky-high heels and takes the last couple of steps standing. Her pussy’s right above me. I can see it glisten like a fucking diamond, and it’s all for me. She’s just as turned on as I am.
I shuffle a little to where I’m seated closer to her. I can’t quite reach, my nose runs along her slit, taking in her feminine smell, but my tongue, my tongue can’t get there.
I shove a couple of the throw pillows under my ass which elevates me directly to the space I need to be. My hands reach out and cup her ass, moving her into the position I need to give her what she wants. The first swipe of my tongue has her falling forward and gripping the headboard. Honestly, I want to take my time, but I can’t, that first taste of her has me rabid. I feast on her like a starved man. Devouring her. Tasting her. Licking her. Sucking her.
My fingers grip into her peachy ass as my tongue assaults her pussy. Chloe’s panting, her breath is labored. Her hand keeps hitting the headboard when I hit the right spot. She’s just as feverish as I am.
Her legs begin to buckle the closer I get her to orgasm.
She can’t stand up for much longer. I need to take her over the edge, so I can fuck her, sink my aching cock right inside her fucking delicious pussy. One last suck of her clit, and she’s gone. She’s screaming my name while thrashing about above my head, and her orgasm fills my mouth with her deliciousness.
When I have rung every last bit of her pleasure out of her, I pull her down on top of me and fuck her like a wild beast. She holds onto my shoulders for dear life as I buck into her, her tits bouncing in time with each one of my hard thrusts. Fuck they’re beautiful, they mesmerize me.
Chloe begins to howl as she falls backward, her hand resting on my shin, her fingernails digging into my skin. The change of angle has me hitting that spot, that bundle of nerves which are like a firecracker in a woman. The perfect spot to make her soar over and over.
I hit it. My bullseye. Right in the center. Every damn time.
She’s panting. Cursing. She’s practically delirious with pleasure. I want more from her. I want to ring every last bit of everything from her body. I need her to know she’s mine. That I’m hers.
That no one can, or will, ever treat her the way I do.
No one can, or will, fuck her the way I do.
The thought of her fucking someone else sinks in my stomach like a lead balloon.
That thought makes me thrust into h
er harder, imprinting myself on her body, leaving my mark so she won’t ever want anyone else.
I’m so fucked up over her.
She’s turned me wild as we continue our fucking frenzy until she comes again all over my dick, her pussy clamping down around me, sending me spiraling to the edge where she takes me there over and over as I fill her up, staking my claim on her pussy over and over again, leaving my mark. These thoughts are so fucked up. I’m like a damn caveman reduced to base needs. I want her to walk around with me inside of her. I want her pussy to remember who it was that fucked it perfectly.
I want my seed filling her up until… until her belly is round.
That thought fucking halts me.
Where the fuck did that come from?
I’ve never wanted kids. It’s just the orgasm talking. I’m high.
Then the images of a white picket fence, a shaggy dog, me at the grill, Chloe waddling around the yard with a big old belly and a little blonde kid running around her feet.
Fuck.
Shit.
No. No. No.
What the hell is going on with you, Noah Stone? You’ve never wanted a family, not after what you went through with your father. Who the fuck are you? Chloe collapses against me, and she hums her satisfaction in my ear.
My body tenses up over my wayward thoughts.
“Let me get you a towel.” Gently moving her off of me, I rush into the bathroom and wash my face. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I see a man who’s happy and satisfied. A man who has the world in his hand.
So why the fuck am I freaking out? Because it’s only been a week, you fucktard, an inner voice tells me. You’re moving too fast. Slow the fuck down. That voice tells me again. She might not want kids. She may not want the white picket fence, that same voice reiterates. It’s right. Why the hell am I getting ahead of myself? Because you’re thirty-five years old, and you don’t want to be a dinosaur when you have kids.
I’m hallucinating. Good sex. No. Best sex of my life is making me crazy.
I wet a washcloth and take it back into the bedroom where Chloe is resting against the headboard with a frown on her face. She reaches out for the cloth, but I move it away.
“Let me.” She doesn’t fight me on it, and I ever so gently clean myself off her. Jumping back off the bed, I throw the wet cloth into the laundry shoot, grab a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt for her. Handing her the shirt, she puts it on. She looks hot with the boots still on.
“Are you going to tell me what freaked you out just then?” Her eyes are imploring me to tell her.
“It was nothing.” I’ve already told her I’m practically in love with her, hours after falling into bed with her. I can’t tell her I’m seeing kids in our future after a week.
“I thought we promised to be honest with each other.”
Urgh, she hits me with the honesty statement.
“I know. But I’m embarrassed.” Maybe that will stop her from poking. She reaches out, pulling me to her, her lips meeting mine in a soothing kiss.
“Was it something dirty? Do you have a secret fetish I don’t know about?”
If only.
“Yeah, something like that.”
She grabs my face halting me, her eyes stare into mine. “You just lied to me.” Chloe jumps up off my bed and grabs her coat, angrily tying it around her waist.
Wait, what just happened.
“I thought you were different, Noah. I thought we could tell each other anything. After everything I’ve been through lying is a no-deal for me.” Chloe turns on her heels and exits my room.
Shit. This is serious, so I run after her down the stairs.
“Chlo… please… it wasn’t anything that serious.”
She whirls around, and I run into her. “Then why lie? If you can lie about the small stuff, then you can certainly lie about the big stuff.” She attempts to walk away again, but I grab her by the waist pulling her back to me.
“You seriously want to know what freaked me out? Because once it’s out, Chloe, I can’t take it back. You will look at me differently. Maybe you might even change your mind about dating me.”
I can see this gets her attention.
“It can’t be that bad, Noah.” Her voice is soft, but I can witness the hesitation on her face. Reaching out, I touch her face. She wants to know, and if I don’t tell her, it’s going to ruin what we have, and if I do tell her, it will anyway. I’m fucked either way.
“When I came inside of you…” Chloe slightly stiffens, “… all I could think about was filling you up with my seed and claiming you as mine.”
“Oh.” Her face relaxes. “That’s kind of hot.”
“Good to know.” I give her a wink. “But then… things took a turn in a direction I never thought they would.” Her eyes widen. “I saw pictures of us in the suburbs, with a dog, kids running around, you with a swollen belly.” My stomach is turning as I tell her. Honestly, I want to throw up.
Moving away from her, I rush into the kitchen and grab myself a scotch, drinking straight from the bottle. My shoulders are heaving as my hands grip the edge of the sink.
“Noah.” Her soft hands touch my feverish skin.
“Maybe it’s best that you head home. Your friends are waiting for you.”
I can’t look at her.
I’m a fucking idiot.
Maybe I need to get some therapy. Maybe I have mommy issues or something.
Chloe’s hand falls from my shoulder, and silence fills the room. The ticking of the clock echoes through the kitchen, the mechanical whirl of the fridge cooling down comes through loud and clear.
“What kind of dog was it?”
Her question surprises me. Turning my head ever so slightly I think, Is she serious?
She tilts her head, giving me a warm smile. “Was it a Jack Russell? Golden Retriever? English bulldog?”
“A chocolate Labrador.”
“I bet we call it something ridiculous like…” she muses for a couple of moments, “… Frank. A dog needs a human name.”
“I didn’t get that far.” I’m now staring at her in disbelief.
“Food for thought then.” She smiles at me.
“You’re not freaked out?”
“Oh, no, I’m freaked out.” Her comment hits me like a punch to the chest.
“I should never had said anything.” Turning back to my scotch, I take another swig.
“Hey…” Her hand halts me as I swallow the shot. “You’re not alone with these thoughts.” This surprises me. “I’ve thought about us like that, and it’s scared me, too.”
“It’s too soon.”
“Yeah. Maybe to the outside world, but we have known each other for six months. We work together. We live next door to each other. We travel in kind of in the same circles. We’ve been interconnected from day one.” This is so true. “I don’t know what the future holds for us, Noah. But I think it might be good.”
“You do?” I smile.
“Don’t you?” She returns my question back at me.
“I’m wanting things I never thought I ever wanted, and honestly it scares the shit out of me but, in the same breath, it doesn’t.” Pulling her to me, I hold her tightly. “Can we forget what we think we should be doing for only being together for such a short time and just go with it.”
“Yep. I mean if Emma and Anderson can get married, then we can talk about ever after, after just a week.”
“They are kind of insane, aren’t they? Least we’re normal compared to them.” Chloe chuckles.
“You think Anderson has feelings for her?” she asks.
“Maybe. I mean it’s so out of character of him. But, then again, he’s probably thinking I can sleep with other people, and come home to my wife and not get into trouble.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them, maybe Emma hasn’t told her friends. Chloe eyes me suspiciously.
“You know, don’t you?”
“Know what?” I’m panicking.
“The thing we aren’t supposed to know or talk about.” Shit, she does know.
“Bro code thing.”
“Yeah, the girl code thing.” She gives me a wink.
“We’re talking about the same thing, aren’t we?” I ask because I might be confused with all this innuendo.
“The loophole?” Chloe adds. Oh, thank fuck she does knows.
“I couldn’t tell you. I know we just had a whole thing about secrets and lying but…”
She shakes her head. “It wasn’t your thing to tell. I don’t care about other people’s lies, I care about yours,” she reiterates.
“What do you think about the whole thing?”
“Is it something you want to do?”
I shake my head quickly. “Hell, fucking, no. I’m not sharing you with that shit.”
“Good, ‘cause I will cut a bitch if they touch you.” I chuckle. “I guess if it makes them happy, and it’s not harming anyone, I just worry that someone’s going to catch feels and—”
“I know, me, too. But they are adult enough to work it out themselves.”
“True.” She lays a small kiss on my cheek. “I better get going.”
Pulling her in for a kiss, she lets out a sigh when we finish.
I feel the same way letting her go.
I give her ass a good slap as she walks away, which makes her giggle.
30
Chloe
Holy shit! Noah wants marriage, kids, and suburbia with me. My mind is whirling with his confession. Deep down inside my romantic heart, I was thinking the same things, but I thought this was all too soon to have feelings like this. Maybe because we became friends first and got to know each other outside of a romantic capacity, and now we’ve finally gotten together, we feel like we are way further along in our relationship than we physically have been.
“You dirty little bitch.” Emma catches me coming back home.
“You fucking scared me.” I place my hand on my chest, trying to calm my beating heart.
“Look at you dressed like a whore. Makes me so proud.” Emma places her hands across her heart.
