Noah (26 page)

When I finally walk in the front door of my parents'
house the smell of corn bread and white chili fills my nostrils.
It's usually a dish she makes in the winter, but it's also my
favorite dish so I know she made it for me. I head straight to the
kitchen and see her and my father at the table enjoying their
dinner.

"It smells delicious
,
M
om."

She turns to look at me. Her short, silver and white
hair is pulled back with a headband and she's already wiped her
make-up off for the night. "I made it just for you. Did you have a
nice day?"

"I did."

"What did you do?"
s
he asks as her eyes appraise my appearance,
lingering on the grass stains on my shirts and small amounts of
sand stuck to my pants.

"I walked around, went to the park, and spent the
afternoon at the beach. I needed time to think."

"Did a day alone and back home help with any
clarity?" my father asks as he looks up at me under his
glasses.

"Actually, I think it did."

"That's great
,
honey. Now go on upstairs and get cleaned up
before you eat. The chili will still be hot when you come back
down."

I'd be perfectly fine eating the way I look now, but
my mother always made me wash up before sup
p
er. I can't expect that to change now that
I'm an adult.

I turn and run out of the kitchen, kicking my
Nike
shoes off and leaving them at the bottom of the stairs
as I take the steps two at a time to the second floor. When I walk
through my bedroom door I immediately notice the change in my room.
When I left this morning I didn
’
t bother straightening up or making my bed.

But my bed is made and on top of my pillow is...

No, it can't be.

I take a few steps over to my bed and pick up the
single, silver wrapped Hershey's Kiss. I stare at the candy in my
hand dumbfounded.

How did it get here? Did my mom find an old one
somewhere in my room and decide
d
to put it on my pillow? Is this some kind of sick
and twisted joke God is playing on me?

If it is, it's not funny.

As water threatens to shed down my face I hear the
most beautiful sound in the world and I'm honestly beginning to
think I'm dreaming.

"Happy Unbirthday, shorty."

I turn around and Noah is standing behind my door
with a single red rose in his hand. He's dressed in a Bar Forbidden
t-shirt. His hair is disheveled. He has large bags under his eyes
and his jeans are wrinkled and hang low on his hips. He looks like
he came straight from work, yet he's never looked sexier.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. I childishly move
one hand over to my forearm to pinch the skin and make sure I'm not
dreaming.

"I went to see you this morning after I left the bar
because I'm ready to talk. When I got to Kendall's place you
weren't there. She told me you went home to clear your head, so I
left Kaya with her and here I am."

"You followed me here?" I ask.

He closes the distance between us and hands me the
red rose. He raises his left hand and cups my cheek with his palm
as he looks deeply into my eyes. "I couldn't risk you being home
and changing your mind about us. I had to come and plea my
case."

"I...I thought..." I trail off, unable to come up
with a clear thought. This all just seems so unreal. After a moment
of comprehending and deciphering everything he's just said I
respond. "I thought you didn
’
t want to be with me. You haven
’
t tried to contact me once."

"I needed time, Skye, but not because I wasn't sure
if I wanted to be with you. I've always known I wanted to be with
you. I needed time away so you had time to decide what you wanted.
You needed time to come to terms with all the changes in your life.
If I had taken you home with me that night, I would have been the
rebound guy. I love you too much and for too long to be the rebound
guy."

"You never would have been–" I start to argue but he
interrupts me.

"I would have. You may love me, but jumping from one
relationship to the next without any room to breathe and be on your
own is a bad idea. I would have been the rebound. I never want to
be the rebound guy. I want to be the forever guy."

I drop the rose down on the carpet in my bedroom and
wrap my arms around his neck, never wanting to let him go. "Noah,
you are the forever guy. You'll always be the forever guy for me.
I've been in love with you since I was a teenager and I'm so sorry
I was so stupid and jeopardized the best thing that ever happened
to me.

"You're amazing, Noah. I don't deserve you, but if
you want to try this with me I promise to work hard every day to be
the
woman you do
deserve. I never want to lose you again. I can't eat, I can't
sleep...I can't breathe without you. I never want to be without you
again."

His hands rest on my hips and he squeezes me gently.
"I feel the same way. It's always been you, Skye. I'm sorry I ever
made you doubt that."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who
messed this all up. I don't deserve you."

"That's probably true," he replies teasingly. "But
you're mine anyway."

He leans in and his beard tickles my mouth as his
lips crash
down on
mine,
and all the sadness I've felt melts away. I'm finally home. Warmth
spreads from my lips to my chin, down my throat and throughout the
rest of my body. His words are my aphrodisiac and I kiss him back
with an all-consuming need, savoring every second we're together.
I'm not willing to miss a single stroke of his lips.

His tongue darts out and parts my lips as he asks for
entrance and I let him in, tasting what I've missed for so long. My
hands pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, wanting to get as
close to him as possible. I can
’
t get close enough.

"So I take it you two made up?"
m
y mom asks, interrupting our make up
make-out session. I love the woman, but her timing is
horrendous.

Noah pulls out of the kiss and I sigh out in
frustration as I look over at my mother standing in the doorway to
my old bedroom. "How did you know we needed to make up?"

"Noah got here a few hours ago and we've had some
time to talk while waiting for you to get home."

Oh Lord. If they've talked then my mother must know
everything. She must think I'm a horrible person. She raised me
better than the way I've acted. I treated Noah horribly and cheated
on Caleb. She probably views me differently now.

Noah's beard brushes my cheek as he whispers softly
in my ear, "Don't worry
,
shorty. She knows none of the details. Only that we both love each
other and had a falling out."

As if to confirm what Noah whispered in my ear my
mother says, "I'm so glad you two were able to work through your
differences. Two people who love each other as much as you do
shouldn't let trivial things get in the way. You're meant to be
together. I've always known it and hoped one day you'd realize it,
too."

Shaking my head at my crazy, lovable mother I ask,
"Really? Then why didn
’
t
you ever tell me I was supposed to be with Noah?"

"Why would I do that? You needed to figure it out for
yourself. Now come on downstairs and eat dinner. I didn't make your
favorite meal for you to miss out on it and eat Noah's tongue
instead."

She turns around and leaves the room as fast as she
snuck into it and I'm alone with Noah again. I lean into his chest
and rest my head on his shoulder, enjoying being in his warm
embrace. I've missed him so much. While Michigan is home, Noah is
my home
, too
. I finally
feel like I'm whole again.

"I
’
ve
missed you so much, shorty," he whispers in my hair. "These past
several weeks have been torture for me, too. I never want to live
like that again. We've never gone that long without talking
before."

"I know what you mean. I won't be able to handle it
if we go through something like this again, so let's make sure we
don't."

He kisses the top of my head again before releasing
me. We go downstairs to enjoy the dinner my mom prepared for me.
I'd rather be up in my room with him, making up properly, but we
can't do that in my parents
’
house. It's disrespectful.

I watch Noah's tight ass as he serves himself a bowl
of my mom's chili and I decide that there's no way I'm going to be
able to keep my hands off him tonight. We're going to have to leave
and get a hotel room at the only hotel in town because I want to
show this man how much I love him. I want to express my love in the
most carnal way.

Quite frankly, I'm horny and don't think I can go
another night without Noah. His proximity ignites something deep
within and I can't stay away from him. I'm drawn to him in an
unexplainable way.

As I watch him lick the spoon with each bite he takes
of the chili, I've decided we're leaving immediately after we're
finished with the food. I want to spend the next several hours
tangled in his embrace and don't want to wait another minute to do
it.

Epilogue

Three Years later

"I want you to stick it in me, hard and deep. I'm
horny and wet just thinking about your long, thick cock pleasuring
me," I purr into the phone as I lay down on the new King size
mattress that was delivered today. I just put on the new fitted
sheet when I got a call, demanding some phone sex.

I set the phone down and put it on speaker next to me
and then use both hands to slip the flimsy pink thong I'm wearing
down my legs. I kick the material onto the floor with my feet and
then move a hand to my pulsing center, gliding my index finger
between the plump lips of my pussy. I drag the pad of my finger up
to my clit and stroke the aching bundle of nerves, attempting to
pacify my need for the man on the other side of the call.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to
walk for a week. Do you want that, honey? Do you want to be so sore
you can't walk? I'm going to fill that tight pussy and then when
I'm done with your pussy I'm going to jack myself off by squeezing
my throbbing dick between the juicy humps of your ass and then come
all over your back."

I let out a soft giggle and try to mask it with a
moan before continuing to pleasure myself.

It's too late
,
though. He heard. "What's so funny about
that?"

"It's nothing, baby, it's just I know you think I
have a small ass so when you refer to it as juicy humps I find it
humorous."

"Have you seen your ass lately? It's definitely
juicy...and waiting for me to fuck it and squeeze my cock between
it."

I can't control it this time and burst out laughing,
rolling uncomfortably onto my stomach as tears form in my eyes from
laughing so hard. I lift up on my forearms and arch my back, which
lifts my naked ass in the air as I try to muffle my laughter by
laughing into the sheets.

Suddenly the bedroom door bursts open and before I
have a chance to cover up or turn around
,
two arms are wrapp
ed
around me and Noah is kissing the side
of my neck. His beard tickles
,
causing me to laugh even louder, but when I feel
his hard restrained cock push into my backside the laughter dies
and I moan out in need.

"You think I'm funny, do you?"

"I'm sorry, Noah," I tease. "Let me just finish up
this call with my client. He has quite the ego."

I go to reach for the phone but Noah's faster as he
taps the screen to end the call and tosses my smart phone on the
floor. "I do not have an ego. It wasn't funny
,
it was the truth. You have a sexy, juicy
ass, Skye. You can't deny it. You can't even fit into your old
pants anymore."

I push against him with my ass and he loosens his
hold on me so I can turn around in his arms. He makes sure to give
me plenty of room since there is more of me to accommodate now.

"Are you calling me fat?" I pout.

"You'll never be fat to me, shorty."

"I'm only bigger because this baby inside me is
making me fat all over. I was hoping to be one of those women who
only gained weight in their stomach, especially since I was so
petite before, but this baby has my feet getting wider, my ass
getting fatter, my boobs getting bigger and–"

"Hey, I love your fat ass and big boobs. Stop
insulting my favorite new toys." He leans down and kisses the tops
of my two large, heavy breasts and then pulls each cup down to suck
on my erect nipples. "I love your tits
,
babe
,
and just thinking about your ass has me ready to cream my
pants."

His bare chest rubs against my belly. He must have
tossed off his shirt on the way to our bedroom. "So you
weren
’
t just saying that
on the phone to spice up our phone sex. You really like my
ass?"

The weight gain from my pregnancy has really brought
out some insecurity.

Noah wraps his arms around my hips and his hands grab
each of my ass cheeks. "I love your ass, shorty. I loved it when it
was smaller and I love it plump and juicy like it is now." He
lowers his mouth to my stomach and leaves a trail of open mouth
kisses to my belly button. His tongue darts in and out of my belly
button, something he won't be able to do for much longer as my
belly gets bigger, before he continues to speak. "And if it grows
even bigger in the last trimester I won't complain. It's even more
of you to love and more cushion for the pushin'." He winks at me
and I laugh at the way his dirty mind works.

The last three years with Noah have been more than I
could ever hope
d
for.
I've never been in such a secure and grounded relationship before.
We're a team and truly value each other for what we both bring to
our relationship. We're anything but traditional, but that's what
makes us a perfect match.