Winter Heat

by Kennedy Fox

  “This is beautiful.” I see no personal photographs hanging, nothing to show me who he is.

  “Thank you. I’ve only lived here for about a year, and I must say, no other houses are built quite like these old beauties.”

  “No, they aren’t,” I say.

  My family likes everything new and shiny. They upgrade their house every five to ten years.

  “Drink?” he asks, walking into his kitchen.

  I nod and lean down to take my heels off. After I get one off, I look up to see him watching me with a glass of water in his hand. I smirk.

  “Would you like to take off the other? I can’t seem to reach it.” I sit on his stool and put my leg up with the heel still on onto the stool next to me. My dress slides between my legs as he walks around the counter to face me. His eyes travel me, landing on my leg, and he smirks.

  “I knew you would be dangerous,” he says in a dark voice.

  “All the best ones are.” I lift my heel in the air, turn around, and place it on his chest. “Now, as you can see, I can’t quite reach it.” I smile.

  He bites his lip, and fuck me, I’m instantly wet. My G-string is soaked. I want him, and I will not be able to handle it if he says no to me tonight.

  One strong hand touches my heel, then slowly, so painfully slowly, it slides up my leg. I watch as he explores my leg before my heel drops, and he’s now standing between my legs. I reach for him, but before I can pull myself up, he’s on me. Noah’s hands slide to my waist and lift me from the stool until I have to wrap my arms and legs around him.

  “Dangerous woman,” he whispers before I lean in. He doesn’t move or stop me this time. So, I take that kiss, fucking steal it from him. I’m sure he can feel I’m hot for him between my legs. I do everything in my power to stay still as our lips touch, to not scare either of us. But before I can take a second breath and think of what’s about to happen, his lips start moving, and soon my hands that are around his neck are pulling him even tighter to me.

  I need him.

  Want him.

  And nothing is going to stop me from having him.

  His tongue slides into my mouth, and he tastes sweet. Our tongues dance, and our bodies touch in ways I’ve never experienced. I have been kissed before, more times than I can count.

  But this kiss.

  This one goes into those books of everything.

  His lips are powerful as they push onto mine, pressing into me with such force that it’s as if he’s stealing everything from me.

  And I’m willing to let him take it all.

  When our tongues slow down, he doesn’t stop. He bites my lip and kisses the side of my mouth before those kisses are all over my face.

  He puts me down but not to the floor. Somehow, without me even knowing, we are in a bedroom, and I’m being laid back on the bed.

  His hands disappear from my body, and he stands tall as I lay back on my elbows. I stare at him. With his perfect hair and chiseled face, he is literally my dream man, and here he is looking at me as if I’m his dream woman.

  I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but luck somehow plays a large role in it, I’m sure.

  His hands move to his shirt, which is still tucked in, and he pulls it out, followed by sliding his shoes off with feet. I edge up so I can see all of him a little better as he undoes his buttons. His shirt comes open, and I see his chest for the first time as he removes it.

  Toned, tanned, chiseled.

  Yum!

  I lick my lips as his hands go to his pants. He stops, though, and looks at me. His pause makes me move, fast. Before he can change his mind.

  Noah has demons, and I’m eager to hide them away. For tonight at least.

  Sliding to the edge of the bed, I stand directly in front of him and reach behind me for my zipper and slide it down. The dress falls to the floor at my feet. Reaching for his hand, I pick it up and place it on my very naked breast and press myself into him.

  He’s hard.

  Very hard.

  I know he wants me.

  Even his heated eyes tell me so.

  His hand squeezes my breast before I am pushed backward. The minute my back hits the mattress, he is there, on top of me. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me, fast, wet, and dreamy. I slide my hands up his bare stomach, then back down until I reach the top of his trousers and undo them before I start pulling them down.

  He never breaks the kiss while I do this.

  I kick them off him as they sit around his ankles and he lets me. Now all that’s between us is my G-string. Which he reaches down and snaps as he bites my lip, then kisses down to my chin, biting me there. I wiggle underneath him, squirming and wanting him in all the right places. My hands find his bare ass and I squeeze, dragging my nails up his smooth back.

  “Dangerous,” he whispers before his mouth moves to my breast. He licks it, his tongue swirling around in circles over my nipple. I arch my back into him, giving him as much of me as possible.

  He takes it.

  I feel him between my legs, but he doesn’t press in. I start moving up and down against him, sliding my wetness all over his cock. It’s hard, and I’m getting anxious, filled with a need I can’t contain.

  “Noah.”

  He chuckles, knowing full well what he’s doing. One of his hands that was on my hips moves to between our bodies, and I feel him insert his dick into me. I gasp, my hands lifting to my hair, pulling it.

  Moans leave my lips, and when he stops what he’s doing, I open my eyes and look at him. He is watching me intently.

  “Noah…”

  “Fuck, you are beautiful.”

  I smirk and reach for him, bringing him down with my hand around his neck.

  “No more playing, I don’t have time for games.” Rolling, he goes to the side and I push him over, so he’s now on his back. “I’m so aroused, and you are playing games.” I touch his chest, my fingers stroking the edges of the smooth surface.

  “Who’s playing now?” he says, reaching up for me. I brush his hand away and sit up. His cock between my legs is now visible, as I’m not sitting directly on it. I touch it, my hand wrapping around the shaft and stroking up and down. Pre-come leaks out so I push back farther, so my ass goes down his legs as I lean down and taste him. He hisses when I do.

  “No playing. Enough.”

  I sit up and scoot back up him until I can feel him between my legs, right at that spot where I want him.

  “No more playing.” I grin, keeping my hand on his cock and lifting myself just enough to let him slide straight into me.

  The fullness is exquisite, and I haven’t even moved yet. He groans, but I have to wait just a few seconds before I can move to adjust. And when I do, he grips my hips and glides me back and forth. With each movement, my clit is stimulated, and his cock is hitting that perfect spot inside me. My movements grow faster and faster. Until he takes over and moves my hips himself.

  My fists are closed on his chest as the first orgasm hits me. My head drops to his chest, but he doesn’t stop. I ride it out literally on him. My body shivers while my hair falls in curtains over my face.

  “Not just yet,” he whispers and picks me up and flips me, so now my back is on the bed, and his body covers mine. He slides straight back inside and continues to fuck me. I look up and see him staring intently at me. I go to reach for him, but he leans down and covers my mouth with his, effectively shutting me up.

  Both with his mouth and his cock.

  What a way to be silenced.

  Chapter Nine

  I wake in his bed, but the mattress is cold and empty where he should be. I sit, pulling the covers up over my breasts. Glancing around, I see my dress neatly hanging up in the closet, which is open, and my torn G-string is nowhere to be seen. His bedroom consists of a dark bedroom set, a black headboard, and dark satin sheets. As I check around, I see the bathroom and get up to use it, not bothering to cover myself. When I wash up and walk out with a towel wrapped around me,
he walks in, two coffees in hand and a look of concern on his face.

  “Noah?” I question.

  “Sorry, I don’t sleep much.” He offers me the coffee, and I take it. His hand rubs nervously at the back of his neck as he looks me up and down.

  “Why?”

  “My wife died almost two years ago. You are the first woman since her to spend the night.” His green eyes hold onto so much pain.

  “How did she die?” I ask. The coffee now warming my hands. He could easily avoid my question. But instead, he walks closer to me.

  “Brain tumor. It was aggressive. We didn’t know until it was too late, and then it was quick.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I thought she was the love of my life. I love her, Rhianna. And I didn’t think I could even look at another woman again the way I looked at her.”

  “I can’t imagine your pain,” I say truthfully, even though those words hurt my heart just a little.

  “Believing I could never want someone again got easier and easier as time passed,” he says.

  My phone inconveniently picks this moment to start ringing, and we both look at it. I know that ringtone, it’s my brother. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t answer. Noah’s finally opening up to me, and I don’t want to lose the connection and the conversation we are having.

  “I have to get it, it’s my brother.” Noah nods as I reach for it and place it on speaker as I reach for my dress. “Beckham, what’s up?”

  “Rhi, I need you to get me. Rylee isn’t answering her phone, and the school will ring Mum next.”

  “What happened?”

  “I got into a fight.”

  I close my eyes. “Did you win?” I ask him.

  “Of course, I did. And he deserved it. The asshole pushed Paige as if she were a rag doll.” Beckham has had a crush on Paige for as long as I can remember.

  “Tell the school I’m coming.”

  “You don’t have a car.”

  “I’ll drive you,” Noah says.

  “Is that the guy?” Beckham asks upon hearing Noah’s voice.

  “I’ll see you in ten.” I hang up. “You don’t have to, I can call a taxi. I do it often.”

  “Let me drive you, Rhianna.”

  “Thank you,” I say, reaching for my heels. “I mean it. Thank you, not just for the ride, but for sharing what you did with me.”

  Beckham laughs at me as we walk out.

  “You do know that’s not everyday attire, right?” he jokes, staring me up and down. When we walk out the front, Noah is standing by the car. He pushes up and walks over to us. “Oh, Mum is going to like him. He dresses in suits.” Beckham chuckles.

  Noah raises an eyebrow at his words.

  “Imagine that, you with someone who Mum will like. I bet his job is fancy, too.”

  “Lawyer,” Noah answers, clearly amused by Beckham.

  Beckham’s eyebrows raise. “See, love him.”

  I shove Beckham as I shake my head at his words.

  “I’m pretty loveable,” Noah says, stepping back and opening his car door.

  Beckham nods. “I guess we will find out soon.” Beckham gets in and shuts the door behind him as Noah opens my door.

  “Where to?” he asks as I get closer to him.

  “My house, I need new clothes.” I lean in close. “And underwear,” I whisper, so Beckham can’t hear.

  “Hmmm, let’s not.”

  I slide in, and he shuts the door behind me and walks around the car.

  “Mum’s really going to love him,” Beckham says.

  And he’s right. Who would have thought I would pick someone I like so much that my mum could possibly have chosen for me if she had the chance?

  “So, you and Paige a thing yet?” I ask him.

  “No, we’re just friends,” Beckham quickly says. “They were picking on her because of her brother again. Because he’s trash, they think she must be, too.”

  I turn away from Beckham to look at Noah. “Paige has a brother in jail. You may have heard of him. August,” I say, to which Noah looks at me with eyebrows raised.

  “Yes, I have,” he responds dryly, and I smirk at him.

  “Don’t let anyone influence your feelings for her, Beckham. Paige is a good kid.”

  “So is her brother.”

  “I doubt that,” I say, chuckling. “From what I remember and have heard, August was the ultimate bad boy. Everyone feared him, but everyone wanted to be him. It was strange.”

  “You knew him?” Beckham asks.

  Noah listens as he drives.

  “No, not really. I think Rylee had a crush on him, though. Could you imagine that, the good girl with him? Imagine how our parents would have reacted to that.” I chuckle. “Maybe she should find someone new. Anyone at all is probably better than Anderson.”

  “That, I agree on. Fucking asshole he is,” Beckham says.

  I look back at him.

  “What’s she not telling me?” I ask Beckham. “And what do you know that I don’t?”

  Beckham looks out the window. “She covered hand marks on her wrist, but I saw them. Where do you think she got those from?”

  “This is one of your jokes, right?” I ask.

  No way in hell she would have kept that a secret from me.

  “Why would I lie about that?” Beckham bites back, completely serious.

  “Fuck.” We come to a stop out the front of my apartment. I give the keys to Beckham, who gets out of the car.

  “Thanks, man. See you this weekend?”

  “Sure thing.”

  Beckham shuts the door, and I watch him walk up to the apartment.

  “You don’t have to come.”

  “I do, and I want to.” Noah reaches for my hand. “I have to get to work. But later, can I stop by?”

  “Yes.” Before I can get out, he leans in and grabs the back of my neck and kisses me.

  His lips press to mine, and he steals whispers of breath that I didn’t agree to give, but I happily oblige.

  Every second was worth the wait for his lips to be on mine.

  They feel like they’re on fire, but also being put out with the touch of his on mine.

  “We can talk later,” he murmurs because his lips are still touching mine.

  “Later.” I smile, pulling back.

  Rylee doesn’t get here until later that day. I’ve showered and changed and am sitting on the couch watching movies with Beckham when she walks in. As soon as she does, I reach for her hand and pull her into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me as I look at her.

  “Has Anderson hit you?” There is no way around asking it, so I come straight out with it. And Rylee and I, we are the same, so why she would keep something like this from me.

  “Not yet,” she says, rubbing her arm. “I’m ending it after Christmas.”

  “Why wait?” I ask.

  “You know why,” she bites back.

  Our parents.

  “Stop trying to please them, Rylee. You don’t need to. You do that enough as it is.”

  “We aren’t teenagers anymore, Rhi. We are getting older. There are expectations of us… marriage, kids,”

  “Fuck their expectations,” I bark back at her. “Do you want me to go and break up with him for you? Give me your clothes, I will do it.” I reach for my shirt to pull it off, and Rylee just shakes her head.

  “He can tell us apart, Rhi, it won’t work. But it’s fine. I’m working it out, and soon he will be gone.”

  “And what if he hits you before then?” I ask.

  “Then I will kick him where the sun doesn’t shine.” She gives me a grin as she turns and walks to the door, opening it.

  Noah’s standing there waiting for me. My shirt is half on, and he smirks as he sets his eyes on me.

  “See, he’s clearly smitten and can tell us apart,” Rylee says.

  Noah’s face drops at her words.

  Rylee notices and looks at Beckham. “Time to go. You made my Mond
ay even better.” She winks at him, and Noah smiles at her.

  “You punch him square in his fucking jaw for touching her?” I ask him.

  Beckham nods at my words. I can see how close they are.

  A pang of guilt hits me that I missed out on that closeness with Beckham.

  “Love you both, bye.”

  Rylee nods to Noah, who has his back to her.

  “You love him,” she mouths silently, but she’s smiling.

  I roll my eyes as they leave.

  Chapter Ten

  “I’ll go with you if that’s what you want,” Noah says after silence fills the room.

  “It could be a nightmare,” I say, taking a step closer to him. “The men have to wear a Christmas themed tie or shirt. Your choice.” I wink.

  “The more important question is, what do you wear?”

  “Well, I wear the same thing every year just to annoy my mother.”

  “And…” He reaches for me and pulls me to him.

  “A green dress full of candy canes, of course.”

  His lip twitches. “Of course.”

  “Do you want to play a game with me?”

  “No, I want to play games on you.” I wink and reach for his cock between his legs.

  “I’ve thought about you all day. That’s dangerous.”

  “So while you were taking calls…” I stroke his cock through his trousers, ”… and do whatever it is a lawyer does, you were thinking about me? What part of me?”

  “Every fucking part, of course.” Noah picks me up, my hand leaving his cock and going to his shoulder. “I came to talk. You have questions,” he says, as my arms wrap around his neck. He moves so my back hits the wall. “So ask.”

  “It’s not my place to ask. You’ll tell me when you are ready,” I say to him.

  “We met at school. We were friends first before we became lovers. I knew I wanted her. She was a good woman. Stuck by me all through school, through all the years of coming home stressed, tired, and not even wanting to see anyone. She was there, always there to calm me down and just be there for me. I loved her with everything I am. I knew that. So as soon as I graduated and got my first job, I proposed. We got married straight away, just a small ceremony. And then, two years later, she died.”