Cruel Boundaries (12 page)

Chapter Forty-Three

Noah~

I call Uncle Garrett and he answers immediately, as if he’s been sitting by the phone, waiting for our call.

“It’s been four days, Noah! If I don’t get to talk to Amy now, I’m coming to get her!” he launches into the fight and I expected him to. She’ll always be his little angel.

“I know it’s been four days,” I keep my calm, trying to put myself in Uncle Garrett’s shoes, “but I had to give Amy time to just find her balance again.”

“She could have found her balance here with us! I don’t see why she has to stay with you.”

Deciding to handle the one problem first before I tell him I’m dating his daughter, I say, “I’ve had a talk with Amy and we’ve decided that it would be better for her if she didn’t hear about your past. It’s really something she can live without knowing. I don’t think it would do any good to tell her. I wish I didn’t know!”

Uncle Garrett cuts in, “Who the hell are you to decide what’s best for her. The two of you have been at each other’s throats since you were kids, why would you care what she knows and doesn’t know?”

Great, let’s just deal with the other problem while we’re at it. I was hoping to have some time. “Amy and I are dating, and I think that gives me some say. I promised to keep her safe and that’s what I’m going to do, even if it’s from you.”

“You’re dating my daughter?” he breathes into the line, and I can hear the shock. Well, join the club, buddy. It was a shock to me, as well.

“Yes, Sir, I am.”

I hear him take a sharp breath and then, “Fuck!” he curses under his breath. “You’re her fucking cousin! You can’t date! Fuck, this just keeps getting worse by the minute. I’m coming to get her!”

The line cuts out and I throw the phone to the side of the bed. I get up so I can go prepare Amy for the storm that’s coming.

I find her in her room, curled up on the bed with a pillow pulled over her head. I crawl onto the bed and curl my body around hers from behind. I lift the pillow and press my face into her hair, dropping the pillow over both our faces.

“Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey,” she breathes the word out. “Did you talk to my dad?”

“Yeah,” there’s no easy way to tell her this, “he’s on his way over. I had to tell him we’re dating and he’s not too happy about that.”

She turns in my arms and our faces are inches apart. She brings her arms between us and curls into me. I feel her breath through my shirt when she says, “You told Daddy that we’re dating?”

“Yeah.” I take hold of her chin and lift her face to mine. Her eyes are shimmering with tears. “Why, shouldn’t I have told him?”

A smile wavers on her lips. “I didn’t think you’d want to date me. It’s all still a bit confusing. The one minute we’re fighting, then Brad tries to kill me, then I get my memory back and things have changed between us.” She sucks in a deep breath. “Then the thing with that crazy bitch, and now I’m just left thinking…” her words trail off.

“Left you thinking what?” I ask, scared of what her answer is going to be.

“Do you really want me? Isn’t it just you feeling guilty?”

I bring both my hands to her face, and press a kiss to her lips. It’s not hot and heavy, but just a kiss for her to know how I feel. When I pull away I whisper, “Does that feel like guilt to you?”

She shakes her head but she still looks worried. “Talk to me,” I urge her on.

She sucks in a deep breath. “I’m not sure I’m good enough for you. Since I came to stay here, all these things started happening.”

I press a finger to her lips, stopping her from saying anything else. I shake my head, feeling gutted that she would think that. Brad got to her after all.

“Princess,” it sounds like a prayer coming from my lips, “there’s no such thing as being good enough for someone, you just have to be the best possible version of yourself. If someone can’t love you for you who you are, then they just don’t deserve to be in your life. There’s only one of you. Don’t let others tell you what you should be or what they think is acceptable. Live a life that makes you happy.”

A tear rolls down the side of her face and into my hand. I really hope she’s hearing me right now. “Having you in my life makes me happy, whether we fight or fuck. I’m just thankful for you, Amy. I just want you to be you, to be happy.”

“I love you, Noah,” she whispers. I watch the tears fall from her long lashes, and I’m just about to respond when there’s a knock at the door.

“We’re not done talking,” I say, and quickly press a kiss to her lips. “That must be your dad, let’s go.”

As we get up to go face Uncle Garrett, I’m not sure where I stand with Amy, as we didn’t get to finish our talk. I need for her to understand that she’s mine. The thought that she may leave with Uncle Garrett doesn’t sit well in my gut.

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Chapter Forty-Four

Amy~

Noah didn’t say the words back.

That’s all I can think of as we go to open the door. What does that mean? He said all those nice things about me just being who I am, but what does it mean in the end? Does he want me, or not?

He takes a deep breath and lets it out as he opens the door. Daddy comes right in, and then the whole family follows. Momma engulfs me in a huge hug, and it makes the tears come again.

She lets me go only for Daddy to give me one of his bear hugs. I miss those so much so I snuggle deep into his chest. “Angel,” he whispers on a sigh.

Daddy keeps his arm around me as we walk to the nearest sofa. We take a seat and Momma comes to sit on my other side.

Uncle Garrett and Aunt Riza take the other sofa, and I watch Noah lean against the wall. He looks very upset.

Daddy looks at Noah when he says, “What’s this madness about the two of you dating?” His voice sounds edgy, and very angry.

I glance at Noah, not sure what he’s going to say. I don’t know if he really wants to date me.

“Like I said over the phone,” Noah starts, as he crosses his arms over his chest, “Amy and I are dating. There’s really nothing to it.”

“Like hell there is!” Daddy shouts jumping up. “You’re cousins! Family members don’t date each other!”

Noah pushes away from the wall meeting Daddy in the middle of the room. “I’m adopted. She’s not my cousin.”

Daddy rubs a hand over his face, clearly frustrated. “Justin, talk to your boy.”

Uncle Justin gets up, and with all three of the men standing it’s making me nervous. The last thing I want is for our family to fight!

“Son,” Uncle Justin says, “you’ve grown up as cousins, nothing can change that.”

Noah glances at me, and I can’t let him stand there by himself, not when he’s fighting for us. I get up and go stand by him, and he quickly puts an arm around my shoulders, drawing me into his side.

“Fuck,” Daddy curses, shoving his hand through his hair. “This is not right, Amy!”

“Daddy, I never thought of Noah as my cousin. Noah and I …” I look up at him, finding strength in his deep green eyes, “we use to fight like cats and dogs.”

“Exactly!” Daddy snaps. “How can you go from hating each other to loving each other in a blink of an eye?”

“Uncle Garrett,” Noah lets go of me, and takes another step closer to Daddy. It’s way too close for my liking, “When did you realize you loved Aunt Kris? From what I understand she must’ve hated you, so when did it change?”

I frown, not having a clue what they’re talking about now.

Momma says, “I thought you didn’t want her to know, Noah.”

“I still don’t want her to know, but I want you to remember what it felt like when you started loving Uncle Garrett. Was it something you could control or stop?”

Momma shakes her head a small smile playing around her lips. “You’re right, Noah, there was no way I could stop those feelings.”

“So you understand that there’s no way I can stop mine?” Noah asks Momma. “You understand that I love Amy and nothing will change that, don’t you?”

I gasp and look up at Noah. “You love me?”

He looks surprised that I’m asking. “Of course I love you, Princess. Why would you think any different?”

“Because! She might not feel the same!” Daddy snaps.

“Daddy!” I snap, for the first time growing angry with him. “I told Noah I loved him. He knows how I feel. Stop trying to stop us from being together!”

Momma gets up and comes to stand beside Daddy. She takes his hand and once she has his attention she says. “You didn’t give me much of a choice, Garrett. You decided you wanted me and that was the end of it. You might have forgotten but I sure have not. If the kids love each other, and if they want to date, we are not going to stand in their way.”

“But, Kris,” Daddy says, “this is not right, they are practically family!”

“No buts, Garrett! There was nothing right about the way we met. And the fact that they are
‘family’
makes it even better, if you want to know the truth. We know Noah. We trust him. He is the best man for our daughter. Stop trying to stand in their way and be happy for them!”

My eyes dart to Daddy and I whisper, “I love him, Daddy.”

That seems to do the trick, because Daddy lets out a huff of air. “It doesn’t mean I have to like the idea of my angel dating,” he growls.

I throw myself at him, hugging him tight. “You’ll never like the idea of me dating. You’ll always see me as your little angel, and that’s fine by me.”

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Chapter Forty-Five

Noah~

Everything is pretty much back to normal. I returned to work a week ago, and Amy is trying her hand at writing a book. She says it’s her way of dealing with all that happened. She’s writing it out of her system.

I really hope it helps her heal.

I’ve never had a problem initiating sex with a woman, but since that night Louisa forced us, I’ve been scared. I’m not sure what Amy’s reaction would be if I initiated sex.

So, I’m lying in bed wide awake, with Amy next to me. I’m rock hard and there’s not much I can do about it.

I listen to every breath Amy takes, wondering if I should take a chance and wake her, but then I decide not to.

Amy lets out a deep sigh and turns her back to me. I hear her moving some more, expecting her to settle back, but she doesn’t. The movement becomes rhythmic and her breathing picks up.

I turn on my side, moving closer to her. I place my hand on her arm and she goes riged. Can it be? Nooo, what would the odds be that she’s finger-fucking herself?

She tries to pull her arm back, but I stop her and let my hand trail down her arm. I reach her wrist and then follow her hand into her panties.

Oh, fuck, this is so hot!

I press my hand flat on hers against her pussy. I press my dick to her ass and groan, “You’re so fucking hot. Keep your hand there.” I let go of her hand for the second it takes me to shove my boxers down. I move a little down and grabbing hold of her knee, I lift it over my thigh. I pull her down until my dick is pressing against her panty covered pussy. I move her panty to the side and then I’m skin to skin. “Fuck, I’ve been so hard for you.”

I move my hand over her hip and then cover her hand again. I guide her hand down until she can feel me at her entrance. “Noah!” She breathes hard and it’s so satisfying knowing my girl needs me.

I thrust into her and it’s an erotic feeling with our hands right there. Once I’m seated to the hilt, I guide her middle finger into her pussy, alongside mine.

“Feel that, Princess?” my voice is hoarse as I keep our fingers inside her and then I pull my hips back, letting my dick slide out. I feel myself pull out and I know she’s feeling it by the way her breath catches.

“Finger fuck yourself with my dick in you,” I whisper, pulling my hand a bit back so it’s just covering her hand. I thrust back in. Her finger right there is making her so much tighter.

“Noah,” she gasps, “fuck I’m gonna come!” I press hard down on her hand as I thrust into her. Her hips start to do this sexy swiveling motion and then she’s clenching on me, her back arching with pleasure.

She’s hardly done when she starts to sit out. I slip out of her not quite done yet. I watch her get on her knees and then she leans over me. My eyes widen and my lips part as her mouth closes over my dick. Her hand grips the base of my dick and she starts to suck me off.

“I won’t last, Amy. Oh shit, I’m not going to last,” I groan the words out as pleasure sizzles up and down my spine. She sucks harder and it destroys all my self-control. I grab her hair and start to thrust into her hot mouth.

She moves her hand down my balls and then she presses one finger to the muscle right there. A wave of pleasure overwhelms me, like I’ve never experienced before. “Ahh … fuck … yeah, right there!” I groan around the words as I thrust faster and she presses down harder on the muscle right under my sack.

Her tongue swirls around the head of my dick and that’s all I need to come. My legs shake with the force of the orgasm.

I watch Amy lift her head, wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and then she straddles me. She starts to rub her pussy against my semi-hard dick, and I’m surprised by how fast I harden for this woman.

A smile graces her lips as she sinks down on me, and then she starts to ride me with a slow rhythmic thrust of her hips.

This is different. This time there’s no hurry and I get to watch her slowly ride me. She lifts her arms and grabs hold of her hair. It makes her breasts thrust into the air. Such a perfect sight!

She keeps the slow rhythm, her clit rubbing against the base of my dick. It’s so fucking sexy.

“Ah …” the sound is filled with sex and lust, and then she starts to moan, “Ah … Noah, fuck me hard,” she begs as her body goes tight. I quickly flip her onto her back and slam my dick into her. Her back arches off the bed, and she presses her breasts into my chest.

“Let your pussy suck me off, Princess,” I rasp the words between breaths as I keep slamming into her. She keeps tensing around me and then I feel her pussy clench around me, sucking me in deep, and it makes me come, filling her.

She pulls me down on top of her and whispers, “I want to feel you just for a moment longer.”

I love this woman so much! I love her strength. I love her body. I especially love her pussy and the way she makes love to me. She’s my match in every way. There’s no fucking way I’m ever letting her go.

I push myself up so I’m leaning over and then I press a kiss to her mouth. “I love you, Amy. Never doubt that I love you. You’re my life now.”

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