Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I set my empty plate on the step beside me. “The stories allowed me to escape into other worlds. My life was unpredictable and scary. When the homes were really bad or my mom was high, I would take my sleeping bag and camp out in the library at night.”
Noah wraps his arm around my shoulders. The weight of his touch gives me strength to continue telling my story. “My favorite library had these glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling in the children’s section. I used to sleep under them. I promised myself that when I had a real home with a real family, I would put those stars everywhere. On all of my ceilings.” I shake my head, thinking about the little girl I was. “It’ll be different for our kids, right?”
“Fuck, yeah, it will be. Our kids are going to have two parents that adore them and each other. They’ll always be warm and safe and loved.” His voice hitches on the last word. I think that like me, Noah has spent his whole life wondering if anyone loves him.
I wish I were braver. I wish I could find a way to tell him how I feel about him, how strong and kind and brave I think he is. But the words are stuck in my throat and won’t come. Since I can’t find them, maybe I can show him how I feel.
I press a soft kiss to the side of his neck, inhaling his calming scent of pine needles and leather.
He continues, “We’ll do fun family stuff together. Like camping and fishing. I’ll teach them how to…” His voice trails off when I suck on his warm skin.
“Does that feel nice?” I purr. I’ve never thought of myself as beautiful or sexy, but Noah makes me feel like that. He makes me think I could be a seductress. I run my fingertips down his abdomen.
His body shudders underneath my touch as I drop to my knees in the soft grass next to the porch steps. He calls my name with a groan when I flick the button on his pants open. “Wait…”
I run my fingers over the jean-clad bulge, anticipation thrumming through me. He’s gotten his hands and tongue all over my body. It’s only fair that I get to touch him. “Do you not want me touching your big cock?”
As soon as I say the words, my face goes red. I’ve never tried talking dirty with anyone, but Noah growls in the back of his throat as I continue stroking him through his pants. “Not sure…how gentle…I can be…”
“I want everything you can give me.” With those words, I reach for his zipper and free his cock from his pants. His skin is hot against my palm, and I love the weight of him. He’s so thick that I can barely work my fingers around him.
A bead of moisture is already clinging to the tip. I duck my head, licking it from his body. He tastes salty and warm. I’m surprised by how much I like this. Leaning forward, I run my tongue over his shaft to a chorus of his moans. I love knowing I have control over this big, strong cowboy with just my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck…that’s too good.” He grips the wooden steps so tightly that his knuckles turn white.
I slip the head between my lips and swirl my tongue around the tip. Slowly, I ease more and more of him inside until he’s bucking against my throat. His head is thrown back as he stares up at the darkening sky, saying the filthiest things about how good I feel and how well I take his big cock.
He tries to pull away when he’s about to come, but I don’t let him. I drive my nails into his thighs, holding him closer. I want to give this man every second of pleasure I can. I want to take care of him the same way he always takes care of me, so I swallow every drop of his come.
After, he pulls me into his arms, holding me against his chest. I can hear his pounding heart, and I can’t help smiling. I did that to Noah. I drove him crazy and made him that way.
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “You’re my girl.”
Cuddled here in his arms, I feel a little bit hopeful. Maybe I can finally have the family I’ve always dreamed of. Maybe Noah and I can make cute babies together, adopt a few more cats for Mr. Darcy to play with, and spend our days building a family right here on his farm.
Three days later, Noah stops his truck outside of his mom’s house. We’re here for a family dinner. I wanted to get out of it, but I couldn’t think of an excuse that wouldn’t hurt Noah’s feelings. He’s spent the last three days so happy. But as his happiness grows, so does the knot in my gut. The one that says this can’t be real. It’s not my life. Every day, I’m waiting for the moment that he decides I’m too much trouble.