Noah's Journey (Sawyer Brothers #3) (6 page)

Chapter Ten

Noah

“I can’t believe you,” Stacey said as she stormed down the steps of her parents’ porch. “You have a lot of damn nerve.”

I shut the truck door so Austin didn’t have to hear this shit. I guess I had given Stacey too much credit. I actually thought she would wait until he was out of earshot to start in.

“You wanna yell at me, fine. But you’re damn sure gonna wait until Austin is inside. If you call me names and pull your fucking drama, you don’t do it in front of him.” I narrowed my eyes at her, daring her to spout more bullshit. “I’m gonna get him out, and you’re gonna slap on a smile and take him inside. After that, you can pick up where you left off.”

All she could offer was a glare as she crossed her arms over her chest.

As I gathered Austin and his things, he began rambling about Storm and Uncle Jackson. I smiled as he shared his excitement with Stacey. She did as I asked, replacing her scowl with a forced smile.

“It sounds like you had a great time,” she told him as she knelt before him.

“I did, and Daddy said I could ride him again Saturday.” He looked back at me, and I nodded, assuring him he could do just that.

“We’ll see. I’m not sure what we’re doing yet,” Stacey said, and his smile slipped. I ground my teeth and held back from letting her have it. She wasn’t gonna keep him from me, no matter how pissed off she was.

“Hey, buddy,” I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you head inside and let Grandma give ya a bath?”

He nodded his little head as he turned and wrapped his arms around my leg. “I’ll see you Saturday,” I said as I leaned down and picked him up. Wrapping my arms around him tightly, I gave him a hug and kissed his forehead. “I love you, little man.”

“I love you, Daddy,” Austin replied as I lowered him to the ground. He ran off into the house, and as soon as the door closed behind him, Stacey started once more.

“Suing me for joint custody. Really?” she seethed, her nostrils flaring and her hands fisted. “You’re an asshole. All you had to do was ask me, and I would have allowed you to see him.”

I chuckled because I couldn’t control it. “Allowed me to see my son, how generous of you. But let me tell you something. I don’t need your damn permission. I’ve been waiting for weeks to say a few things to you, so now seems like as good a time as any.” I stepped toward her, and she took a step back.

“I don’t buy for one fucking second that you didn’t know he was mine. I think you found some sorry son of a bitch that bought your story and you sunk your claws into him. But when that shit blew up in your face, you had no other place to go. So coming back here and finally telling me I had a son was the next step.” Her eyes grew wide, but I sure as hell was not done yet.

“You won’t keep Austin from me. I will not allow you to tell me when I can and can’t see my son. You don’t get that power. I’ve put up with your shit for weeks now, thinking we had some chance of reconnecting. But I can assure you that will never happen. I despise you. You kept him from me, knowing every day you looked at him that he was, in fact, my son. I will never forgive that. I will tolerate you because you are the mother of my child, but that is the extent of our relationship.”

She looked up at me with wide eyes, and I waited for her to argue.

“We can do this outside court through our attorneys, or we can take it to court. But one way or another, you will never take him from me again.” At this point my adrenaline was pumping, and I was having a hard time maintaining my cool. I took in a deep, calming breath and hung my head to gain some control.

“Imagine what it would feel like to have him taken away from you.” I lifted my head, looking her directly in the eyes. “What it would be like to be told you could only see him one day a week. Could you do it?” I was getting more emotional with each word. “Because I can’t. He’s part of me, and not seeing him would break me. Please don’t make this hard for us. He’s our son, Stacey. I don’t want to take him away from you any more than I want you to take him from me.”

***

I stopped by Bill’s Diner and picked up two of their specials, hoping that tenderloins and fries would be okay with Alena. Every task I performed after talking to Stacey was almost robotic. I truly couldn’t remember the steps I had taken to get where I was, but there I stood in the alley outside Alena’s apartment, holding a paper bag with two Styrofoam containers tucked safely inside.

I don’t know how long I stood there, but when the porch light flipped on and the door came open, Alena stood in the doorway looking back at me with concern.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I stepped inside, and she backed up, creating enough space for me to stand within the entryway. “I’m good now,” I said in a whisper, bending at the knees just enough to lower my mouth to hers. Alena whimpered when I bit on her lower lip, lightly sucking on it. She sagged back against the wall, and I placed my free hand on her hip, loving the feel of her body beneath my palm. “I brought dinner,” I whispered just before pressing my body tightly against hers. “But suddenly, I’m not very hungry for food.”

“Me either,” she said in more of a pant.

Alena wrapped her arms around my neck and began frantically climbing my body. The bag of food hit the floor as I gripped her ass in my palms and turned toward the stairs. She hooked her legs around my waist and anchored them together behind my back.

This was not the first time I had been in her apartment, so I knew the exact location of where I wanted to be. Our tongues tangled in a heated kiss as we bounced down the hallway, a mess of hands and lips. Once we entered her bedroom, I pulled my lips from hers long enough to find the exact location of her bed.

I had hoped we could move things along now that I no longer had to fear Stacey disappearing once again with Austin, but never had I pictured it going quite this fast. But being a man with needs, and Alena being the one I needed, hell if I was going to slow this down. I had held on long enough, and it was time to take all that was coming to me, without a second thought. I had lived in the past long enough.

I lowered her to the bed and wasted no time laying my body over hers. Alena gave a very pleased sigh and began gathering my shirt in her hands as she pushed it upward. “Off,” she directed, and I chuckled at her eagerness.

“You too.” I was only half teasing, but she did not hesitate. She removed her hands from my shirt and fisted her own. In one swift movement, her shirt was over her head and tossed to her left. I watched in amazement as she pinched the center of her bra, unhooking the clasp. Her breasts spilled out, and I fucking moaned at the sight of them.

She wasn’t even fully undressed, and I was already speechless. I ripped my own shirt over my head, lowered my mouth to her chest, and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Alena weaved her hands through the hair at the back of my neck as she arched her body up, pushing her breasts farther out.

My cock was pressing against the zipper of my jeans, and the restriction was growing slightly uncomfortable. When she lifted her hips and began rocking against me, I felt like a teenage boy. I was hanging on the edge of losing it long before I wanted to.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Looking up at her, I continued to suck lightly on her nipple, teasing the peak with a flip of my tongue. I released it and trailed my tongue along her stomach. Our gazes connected as she panted with need.

With a slow, teasing movement, I gently began to lower her pants, not yet letting my eyes wander from hers. The coloring in her cheeks showed how frantic she felt. This tension between us had been building a long time, and it had been placed on hold for long enough. In that moment, I was sure there had never been a woman I wanted more than I wanted Alena.

As I rose up enough to toss her pants to the floor, I reached for my wallet and fumbled for a condom. I had placed it there weeks ago when I had first taken Alena out, hoping the night would lead to us needing it.

She watched me closely as I took the opportunity to unbuckle my own jeans and remove them before tossing them onto the pile of clothes now covering her floor. I smirked as I allowed her the time to scan my body while I did the same with hers. She was fucking beautiful, and I was trembling with the need to take her and truly make her mine.

She parted her legs as I slid my hands up her thighs and stopped at the edge of her panties. The silky material was dampened by her arousal. I pressed my thumb over that spot and made a circular motion, and she moaned a needy yes while lifting her hips from the mattress.

“Please,” she whimpered, and I looked up to find her lips slightly parted, her tongue resting against her lower lip. “I want you,” she confessed.

No longer was she my sassy girl, she was needy and demanding. This sparked my arousal. I slipped my finger beneath the side of the pink silk covering her pussy and slid it through her wetness. “Damn, Alena, so wet.”

I pulled the material to the side, lowered my body between her thighs, and ran the tip of my tongue along the crease of her leg. I left a trail of kisses as I descended on her clit. As I sucked and bit it gently, she began rotating her hips, begging for more.

The moment I pressed my tongue inside her, she moaned. “Noah, yes,” she said as she rocked against my face. It took what felt like seconds before she fisted the sheets at her sides and tensed as she came.

The flushed tone of her skin was a sure sign Alena was riding high.

Chapter Eleven

Alena

I had never come so hard. I mean, yeah, I’ve had some pretty amazing orgasms, but that one took my breath away. It truly had to have been from the built-up tension I’d felt since I first met Noah. I had fantasized about this very moment for so long, and now I felt like a crazed woman.

I wanted more. God, I needed more.

When the fog began to fade, I opened my eyes to find Noah hovering above me. As his lips crashed against mine, his hardness pressed against my sensitive center. I could taste myself on his lips, and the idea of what he had just done enhanced my need for more.

I wrapped a leg around him, urging him to give me what I craved.

During the time it took me to come down from my recent high, he must have taken a moment to put on the condom, because when he pulled back, I could see he was more than ready.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he pressed his cock against my wetness and began sliding inside me. “So good.”

It was like someone had yelled go, because he slammed inside me then, and we both moaned as our bodies began racing for more. More was all I could think of as I gripped his shoulder and rocked my hips with his.

I had never in my life felt more alive than I did right then.

***

My body felt like it was made of lead as I lay stomach-down against the mattress. I could barely hold my eyes open, and there was no way I could walk. I would surely collapse to the floor if I tried.

Noah was unbelievably giving—and an overachiever. I’m not complaining in any way, but I think if this keeps up, he may kill me. I could faintly feel a gentle touch along my shoulder blade as I attempted to lift my head. Noah’s deep chuckle filled the silence, and a smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. “Why are you laughing?”

“’Cause you are damn cute,” he said as he continued to trail his fingertip along my back and then back up again, over my shoulder. “You gonna make it?”

“Well, that depends.” My voice sounded muffled as my face was still partially buried in the pillow. “Do you plan on doing that again, or do I get time to recover?”

Once again, a husky chuckle filled the room. “Oh, darlin’, I plan on doing that and a whole lot more, over and over again,” he assured me.

I groaned, and he placed a kiss against my shoulder. “But I promise I’ll give you some time to reboot before I take over again.”

Like I said, he was a giving man.

***

I’m not sure how long I was out, but I woke to find Noah at my side. His head was propped up on his arm, and he was curled on his side, watching me. I suddenly felt slightly self-conscious.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“Mm-hm.”

“And?” My stomach flipped at the idea of what he’d witnessed. I’m not only a drooler, but a mumbler. I’ve been told I can carry on full conversations with myself, and the thought of him hearing that was terrifying.

“And,” he said with a smirk that told me I had a reason to be worried. “Almost two years. That is a long time, sweetheart.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, daring him to laugh.

He lifted his head from his hand and held both hands out in surrender. “Listen, I ain’t complaining, because I love the idea of being the man who got the chance to remind you how damn good it feels, but I’m just confirming that time length.”

I could tell he was doing everything he could not to laugh. I buried my face in my hands and groaned. “I hate that I talk in my sleep,” I confessed. “What else did I say?”

“I don’t hate it. It is actually very informative,” Noah said as he pulled my hands away from my face. “But I do promise you one thing.”

“Oh yeah?” I replied. “And what’s that?”

He rose and crawled over my body as he positioned himself between my thighs. “I promise to never make you go that long without it again.”

The fact he was hard and pressing against me made me forget I was aggravated in the first place. Lifting my hips, I rocked against him and watched his eyes grow hooded. “I only had two condoms, baby, and they’re both gone,” he whispered as I nibbled on his neck.

Disappointment hit me hard. “I don’t have any. I never had a reason to.”

He pulled back and looked at me, and I could see the disappointment in his eyes as well. “I’m clean,” he assured me.

“Me too,” I replied, and he smiled. “But—” His face fell instantly. When someone follows a statement with a
but
, it was never a good sign. “I’m terrible at taking my pills. Like awful, so we can’t go without protection.”

We both stayed in our current position staring at one another. All the satisfaction of our earlier sexcapades faded fast. Once again, we were filled with need, and nothing was open at this hour.

“Well, uh,” Noah said as he rolled off me. I instantly missed his body pressed against mine. “Maybe we should eat that dinner I brought.” He chuckled and clutched his erection. “After I take care this.”

He winked before he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed. When he stood, I placed my hand against his back. “Wait.”

He looked back over his shoulder in confusion, and I began crawling toward him. I pushed on his shoulder, indicating I wanted him to lie on his back.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a husky whisper.

Without answering him, I fisted his hardness in my hand. Our gazes met as I lowered my head and began sliding my mouth over his cock. He relaxed as he watched me with lust in his eyes.

“Oh, sweetness,” he whispered as he thrust his hips upward. “Amazing.”