Thorn: Carter Kids #2 (24 page)

“How come you never moved on?” I whispered, feeling my resolve falter.

“There’s no moving on,” he countered gruffly. “You should know that better than anyone.”

“Don’t act so stupid, Teagan. Do you honestly believe he’s not going to come looking for you when he gets out? Bringing with him all the danger and trouble that comes hand in hand with gang members…”

Uncle Max’s words of warning flittered through my mind, causing me to shiver and my walls of defense to rise up once again.

“You need to leave, Noah,” I whispered shakily, not even trying to hide the way he affected me. It was as clear as the nose on my face that I was a mess. “Please. Just. Go.”

Noah turned me in his arms so fast that I didn’t have a chance to stop him when he hooked me under my thighs with his hands and hoisted me up.

“I’m not going until I get what I came for,” he replied in a deep husky tone, walking us over to the wall, not stopping until my back hit the plaster with a thud. “You.”

And then he crushed his lips against mine.

The second our lips touched, a growl tore from the back of Noah’s throat and my whole body ignited in fire; an aching of desperation thrummed low in my belly.

The feel of his mouth on mine stunned me into submission.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I cupped his head in my hands and kissed him with a passion that had been burning for seven years. Everything I felt for him, all my pain, my desire ignited when his lips touched mine.

Being with Noah was like putting my hand in a fire and enjoying the burn, reveling in the pain, and daring the flames to burn brighter and blind me.

Maybe it was the alcohol running through my veins that was making me so reckless, or maybe it was temporary insanity, but for the life of me, I couldn’t think of a good enough reason to stop this. Nothing mattered in this moment except having this man inside my body again.

Shamelessly, I clung to Noah’s huge frame, allowing all the passion, pain and desire that had built up inside to spill out and duel with his as he walked us down the hallway and into my moonlit room.

Setting me down on my feet, Noah broke our kiss to drag my nightdress over my head, and I wasted no time in pushing his shirt down his broad shoulders to join mine on my bedroom floor, before clawing at his belt buckle and quickly undoing his fly.

“I didn’t even have a photograph of you,” Noah growled against my mouth, kicking off his boots. “All those years… my memories didn’t do you justice.”

Reaching one arm behind his shoulder, Noah tugged his vest off in one swift move. “But I kept you in here,” he told me, tapping his temple before slamming the palm of his hand against his chest. “And in here.”

“Noah, I…” I started to say, but my words turned into a gasp when he shrugged off his jeans and boxers and shoved me backwards.

My back hit the mattress followed swiftly by Noah’s weight as he landed on top of me.

“Don’t say anything.” He clutched my neck with his large hand and my pulse quickened, not from fear, but sheer excitement. It was like my body remembered Noah’s touch. “Not another word.”

Nodding in compliance, I brought my face up to his and poured everything I had into kissing him, letting him know all of the things I was too afraid to say aloud.

Noah kissed me back just as furiously.

Like he couldn’t get enough of me.

Like he sensed this was the last night we would ever have.

My fingers trailed over his rock hard stomach. My fingers touched each groove, memorizing the body mine seemed to call out for.

Shoving my legs apart with his knees, Noah knelt between them. “You’re mine, Thorn, and tonight I’m going to remind you of that.”

Reaching down, he cupped my pubic bone and stroked my wet folds, growling in approval when I jerked beneath him as bolts of desire rippled through me.

The instant his thumb touched my clit, my eyes rolled back in my head and my body began to rock against his hand. “Yes,” I begged, writhing in pleasure, buckling beneath his skilled touch, thrashing in pure unadulterated ecstasy. “Please, Noah.”

“You want more?” he purred, upping his pace, grinding his thumb harder against my clit, making the friction almost unbearable.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to weep, to cry out in joy.

This man, this beast of a man wanted me.

He was here for me, dominating me, taking me over, doing everything I had dreamed of him doing to me for as long as I could remember.

“Tomorrow,” Noah grunted, as he leaned over me and replaced his hand with his cock. “When you’re aching and throbbing and fucking shivering all over. Remember who made you feel that way,” he told me seconds before thrusting inside me. “Me, Thorn,” he hissed, filling me to the brim with his erection. “I’m going to fucking ruin you for all other men. You’ll only be good for me.”

“I will,” I cried out, pulling him closer, tightening my legs around his waist. “Wait,” I gasped. “Wait…”

He froze inside of me and groaned, “What?”

“Did you win the fight tonight?” I breathed, clawing at his back, pulling him closer.

Noah smirked. “Yeah, baby,” he rasped, plunging into me, filling me to the hilt, pounding me with thrust after remorseless thrust. “I won the fight.”

I felt so full; he was so big I could hardly breathe. “That’s…uh…wonderful.” He felt so right. Inside me, on top of me, his mouth on mine, his tongue on my skin. The taste of him. The feel of his skin. Flesh on flesh. It was everything. I wanted him. I couldn’t deny it. I wanted him with a fervor that bordered insanity.

I wanted to do to him more than any other woman could. Take him to new heights. The feel of his muscles flexing beneath his skin was arousing me more than I thought possible and I rocked against him, meeting his every move, pulling him deeper.

“Fuck,” Noah hissed after a moment and it was a raw guttural sound that came from deep inside his chest. Freezing inside of me, I watched as a vein in his neck throbbed. “Condom,” he gritted out, jaw clenched tight and strained, as he stared down at me with eyes black with desire.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I cried out, clawing at his back, rocking against him. The familiar feeling of tightness was teasing my core, causing my thighs to tremble and my pussy to clench uncontrollably. “I’m so close…”

Relief flashed in Noah’s eyes and he began to move inside me again. “Thank fuck,” he rasped, fucking me harder than before.

Dropping his mouth to my chest, Noah claimed one of my pebbled nipples with his mouth and sucked hard as his hips flexed against me frantically.

“Yes,” I screamed, clutching onto the sheets beneath me as my orgasm ripped through me, shattering me, causing me to jerk uncontrollably beneath his beautiful body.

Noah didn’t miss a beat, continuing to pump into me as my release rolled through me, sucking him in deeper, pulling him harder, milking him until his big body shuddered and he emptied himself inside of me.

Pulling out, Noah let out a sigh of contentment and collapsed on the mattress beside me

A hot flush crept over my skin as I clutched the sheets, and desperately tried to scramble through my thoughts and make sense of what the hell had just happened.

Turning onto my side, away from Noah, I curled up in a ball and had a full blown panic attack – internally of course.

I thought I put it all behind me; every memory, the smell of him, the taste of his skin, the undeniable attraction that burned between us, and the danger he represented to my life.

But one hour had changed it all…

Noah Messina had been back in my life
one
hour and I had taken him into my bed – and into my body. And now I was aching in all the places he had told me I would.

“You have a tattoo.” His voice broke through the silence that had built up between us and my entire frame tensed up.

“Yes,” I whispered, tugging the sheet up so that my back was covered from view. The light coming from the hallway gave him a clear view of my nudity, and I was suddenly very shy around this man.

I felt the mattress shift under his weight and then the cool night air on my bare skin as Noah’s hand pressed against my back, gently pushing me onto my stomach.

Smoothing his hand across my skin, he pushed the sheet down further and trailed his fingers over my skin. “Tre…ach,” he sounded out ever so slowly out as he gently touched each letter that ran the entire length of my spine. “Treach…” he tried again. “er…ous…”

“Treacherous,” I filled in quietly, remaining perfectly still with my cheek touching the pillow, not daring to lift my face and allow him to see my vulnerability.

It was too much.

I was too raw around him.

“It’s a warning,” I finally whispered, forcing down the huge swell of emotions bubbling up inside of me. “A reminder.”

“Of me,” he said flatly. “Of what I represented to you.”

Noah’s hand left my skin, leaving me feeling empty, and I twisted around, watching him in all his naked glory, as he slid out of bed and began to dress.

“Treacherous,” he repeated, deadpan, as he slipped on his boxers. “That’s how you saw me.” Running a hand through his messy hair, he hissed with frustration before dropping his arms to his sides, hands balled into fists.

“Yes,” I replied honestly. “That’s how I saw you.”

“And now?” he asked, eyes torn and full of hurt, as he zipped up his jeans and shrugged his vest on over his head. “Is that how you still see me?”

When I didn’t reply, Noah nodded stiffly. “I should go.”

I wasn’t sure what I was surprised at most; the hurt in Noah’s brown eyes as he stormed out of my bedroom, or my heart that was screaming at me to
stop
him from leaving.

Rolling out of bed, I tossed my overly long, and overly knotted hair, back off my shoulder, and grabbed the sheet off my bed to cover my dignity before racing after him. I made it into the kitchen just as he was stepping through the doorway. “Who’s the one running now?” I called out in a much shakier voice than I wanted.

Turning in the doorway, Noah stared hard at me. His eyes raked over me, turning darker than they already were, and my cheeks turned bright pink. “Go back to bed, Thorn,” he finally said with a heavy, and almost pained, sigh. “It’s better this way.”

Tightening my hold on the bed sheet wrapped around my chest, I asked, “better for who?” The hurt in my voice was obvious, but I was beyond pretending. Him being here was throwing me. I couldn’t think rationally. I was drowning in emotion, losing myself to my feelings for him and I hated it.

“Better for the both of us,” he shot back in an irritated tone, gesturing wildly with his hand. “Look, I can’t fucking deal with this right now. I’ve had too much to drink to think clearly.”

“So you’re just going to walk away?” I asked, appalled. Shaking my head, feeling too exposed and too weak to argue, I walked back towards my bedroom, forcing myself to look impassive, while my heart was hammering against my ribcage. “Go ahead and leave then. At least I’ll know where I stand with you this time,” I tossed out, stopping in the hallway outside my bedroom door, unable to stop myself from throwing a jibe.

Dropping his hands to his sides, he balled them into fists and stalked after me. “See, this is exactly why I need to leave!” Rubbing his face with the palm of his hand, Noah took two steps towards me before stopping abruptly and letting out a groan. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you,” he groaned. “I need to clear my head and think about what the hell just happened tonight–”

“Then you go right ahead and do that,” I shot back, not waiting around to watch him leave – I couldn’t bear to. Instead, I slipped inside my bedroom and slammed the door shut before locking it. Rushing over to my stereo, I blasted it to the max, desperate to drown out his voice, and the sound of my perfectly concocted world shattering to pieces.