Chapter 35

Noah~

I stood in the shadows like a creeper, watching Shea sleep, and it was a motherfucker to know that she was never going to love me and that I had only my own arrogance to blame for it.

After calling Keavy, asking her to speak with Shea, my way of trying to help Shea adapt to her new life, my cousin's wife had informed me that I had my work cut out for me when it came to convincing Shea that I loved her. Yeah, Keavy had agreed to help train Shea in self-defense and gun control, but that wasn't anything that me or any of my men couldn't have done. I'd chosen Keavy because Shea couldn't have anything against her, having never met her before.

At any rate, while Shea and Keavy had been getting to know each other, Donal and Odhran had gotten rid of our two dead Russians, and then Declan and I had returned to the manor to question Craig some more. However, when we'd gotten there, Cathal had already sent Craig into the afterlife, but not before finding out how those two fucks had gotten inside my building. Apparently, the original plan had been to catch Shea either going or coming from work, and Craig had given them the code to the building to catch her unaware. With it being too risky to try again at the hospital, they'd come here, taking the initiative to get the job done, which was what we assumed.

Declan had also sent the pictures to Kotov, and after he had confirmed that they weren't his men, we'd added to our assumptions that they must have been Klive's men. To make sure, Declan had also sent the pictures to Nero, asking him to have Morocco look into it. While we might not be able to verify that they were with Klive, the more information that we knew, the better.

So, after leaving Cathal and James to take care of Craig's lifeless corpse, Declan had gone home to do what it was that he did, and that had left me with nothing to do but face off with my wife again. I seriously had no idea how to make her see past all my dismissive bullshit when we'd first gotten married, and it really felt like every bad decision that I'd ever made in my life was coming at me with the speed of a freight train and in the form of my petite wife.

As I watched Shea sleep, I also wondered how in the fuck I was ever going to let her out of my sight again. Even though I knew the reason behind the hits on her life, that still didn't make it any easier for me to accept. She was scheduled to go back to work soon, and I honestly had no idea how I was going to be able to allow that without losing my motherfucking mind. I was expected to just let my wife go about her business, regardless of the past couple of weeks, and I wasn't entirely too sure that I was going to be able to pull that off.

Finally walking over to the bed, I sat down, then ran my hand over my wife's hip. I watched her stir a bit, the sheet sliding down her shoulder, giving me a glimpse of her white tank-top. She wasn't wearing a bra as I had instructed, which was fine since she was in the privacy of our bedroom, and I'd be lying if I'd said that I didn't like how she felt comfortable not wearing one. Shea Murphy was everything that I never knew that I wanted in a woman, but in all fairness, I hadn't been looking for forever with any of the women that had come before her. If I'd had, then maybe I would have realized that I really didn't have a thing for blondes a lot earlier.

As the sheet slid down her arm, I noticed that she didn't have her wound bandaged, and the stitched-up skin had anger licking down my spine again. I pushed her loose hair back, and then noticed how she'd chosen to let those stitches breathe as well. She was going to have a scar where her hair was never going to grow back, but I saw that as a good thing. While I had every intention of cherishing her for the rest of my life, her scars would ensure that I never took her for granted ever again.

Sliding my hand underneath the sheet, I felt her bare skin immediately, Shea having gone to bed in only her top and panties. I knew that she was tired and hated me, but those two facts did nothing to lessen my desire for my wife. I wanted her all the fucking time, and I didn't think that it was something that was ever going to change.

When she rolled onto her back, she unknowingly gave me access to every part of her, so I slid my hand down her panties, her nipples hard against the fabric of her shirt. I knew that her pussy had to be sore after everything that I'd done to her yesterday, but in light of what had just happened, I needed her more than usual.

I slid two fingers between her pussy lips, and I watched as Shea's back immediately began to stretch like a satisfied cat. As I made my way into her pussy, her hands latched around my forearm, but it wasn't to push me away. Shea was already moaning, and she hadn't even opened her eyes yet. She looked like she was having the dirtiest dream ever, and lust really did compliment her gorgeous face.

"Noah…" she moaned, and my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. Even in her sleep, my wife knew me.

"I'm here, baby," I assured her as she clamped down on my fingers.

Shea kept her eyes closed as her hips began to move, already reaching for the euphoria that only I was ever going to be able to provide for her. I let out a groan of my own as she dropped her knees open for me, spreading herself wider, making sure that I had plenty of room to finger fuck her. In fact, with that invitation, I slid a third finger inside her, causing a whimper to escape her perfect lips.

"Noah…please…"

"What do you need, lass?" I coaxed. "Do you need to cum? Do you need a fourth finger? Or do you need my cock?"

"Don't stop…" she panted. "Just…don't stop…"

"Such a good girl," I praised. "Even when your pussy is sore, you still beg for it."

Her fingers tightened around my forearm as her breathing picked up, her hips really reaching for that kaleidoscope of pleasure that you could only get from sex. My wife was using my hand to get herself off, and it was the next best thing to watching her use her own hand, something that I wanted to see from her soon. Though she was good about letting me do whatever I wanted to her, she still didn't trust me enough to show me just what kind of dirty slut she could be.

"Cum for me, baby," I ordered. "Give me something to lick off my fingers."

"More…" she demanded. "Just a little bit more."

Sliding my fingers as deeply inside her as I could, I curled them upwards to manipulate that sweet spot that I was addicted to, and within seconds, my lovely wife was cumming for me, my name a beautiful symphony on her lips.

With her tight cunt still pulsing around my three digits, my thumb reached upward to play with her clit, and that's when she finally opened her eyes. "Noah..."

"Cum for me again, baby," I told her. "Give me a mess that I can clean with my tongue."

Shea's eyes rolled back before they closed again, and when her hands let go of my arm, it was to grab a fistful of the sheets, her body arching in pleasure, her tits making my mouth water. My dick was also hard as fuck from just the lewdness of having my hand inside her panties, fingering her. There was nothing else quite like playing with a woman's body that did something for a man. At least, that's how I felt whenever I touched my wife; I liked driving her crazy as I made her wait for my cock.

As soon as Shea was done cumming for me a second time, I pulled my fingers from her cunt, taking her panties with me. Though I was still fully dressed, that didn't stop me from climbing on the bed, then placing my face between her thighs. My wife was a gorgeously soaked mess, and I was her servant. I was here to lick her all clean, only to dirty her up again with my cum.

With the first swipe of my tongue, Shea's body was arching again, and I had to wrap my hands around her thighs to keep her still. I knew that she was sensitive, but that was okay. I wouldn't mind another eruption from her before I stuck my cock inside her tight pussy.

"Oh, God…" she mewled. "Noah…"

"That's it, baby," I whispered against her dripping hole. "Let me make you feel good."

Shea's hips began moving faster, making my fingers dig deeper into her flesh, my tongue working as fast as it could to lick her clean. I could spend hours down here and still never get enough, something that Shea was going to learn eventually. No matter how she felt about me, my feelings for her were as certain as my name and place in this world.

"Noah…" she choked out as she came for a third time. "Oh, God…"

As Shea let the pleasure take over, I scrambled off the bed to remove my clothes as quickly as possible. The entire time, my eyes never strayed from my wife's twitching body, her chest heaving as she rode out her orgasm in stunning fashion before me.

Before she could come to her senses, I was back on the bed, my body covering hers. Bracing my weight on my left elbow, I pushed her top up, revealing her tits, the sight making me groan with need. Luckily, Shea was coherent enough to work with me, and within seconds, we both had her top off, and she was lying underneath me, completely naked.

"You're fucking perfect, lass," I told her, and I decided that I was no longer going to react to her not believing me. I was going to love her the only way that I knew how, and she was just going to have to deal with it. "You're fucking perfect," I repeated, my cock already sliding inside her.

Christ, if she'd only believe me.