Chapter 14

fourteen

Noah

“Noah,” Rose gasps, and I smile against her neck and nip her skin with my teeth.

“Yes, Petal?” I ask with a rasp as I move my hands to her hips and lift her, causing her to squeak.

I place her on the desk, suddenly very happy it’s just us in the music room, and that I locked the door. I pull back a little, smirking, my hands gently gliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up.

She grins. “We’re in school, Noah….”

I hum and gently move my nose against hers as my fingers toy with the lining of her panties, moving them to the side before my fingers find her entrance, and I chuckle. “And yet you’re wet, Petal….”

She gasps and then moans, gripping my hair as I push one finger inside her.

I expect her to pull me away when her grip on my hair tightens, but, instead, she pulls my head back, then presses her lips against mine, and I moan, tangling my tongue with hers.

Without care, I remove my finger and grip her soaked panties, and pull on them. She lifts a little without breaking the kiss, giving me the chance to pull her panties off, and with a little bit of trouble, I remove them from her legs as our kiss heats up.

Her hands move from my hair and go to my jeans, unbuttoning them while I grab a condom, all while my lips stay fused with hers, not willing to break the kiss.

Moaning when she pulls my cock out and grips it, I quickly move her hand and sheath myself, knowing her touching me will make me come instantly.

Gripping her hips, I bite her bottom lip and suck it into my mouth as I press my cock at her wet entrance, then thrust forward hard.

“God, Noah,” she groans as she breaks the kiss, and my lips go to her neck. I kiss and nibble her skin, thrusting fast and hard, tilting my hips to hit her magic spot.

Her moans get louder as her cunt tightens, and I quickly cover her mouth with my own to swallow her moans.

Her hands grip my arms as I move my right hand between us, needing her to come before I do.

My thumb finds her clit, and I press hard in tight circles, and she detonates. Wetness covers her, and I suck her tongue into my mouth, ensuring to swallow her moans and groans—they’re all for me.

My hips go faster and harder, causing her to get aftershocks, her cunt squeezing me tight before I come, filling the condom with my cum.

Fuck, that’s good….

Slowly, I stop thrusting but keep myself deep inside of her, and break the kiss, pecking her lips a few times, then her nose, cheeks, and throat, making her giggle. I groan as her cunt flutters around my cock.

“Sorry,” she rasps, running her fingers into my hair.

I hum. “Uh huh, ‘course you are, my Petal….”

Smiling, I nip her neck, causing her to gasp and grip my hair, and I hold her tighter to me.

This girl consumes me, and I fucking love her so much….

I blink as I look at Rose and grip the door frame tightly. I start at her bare feet, my eyes traveling up her beautiful, tanned legs to my shirt, just covering the middle of her juicy thighs. They go further up to her larger breasts, a few buttons undone, showing the swells, and my dick gets even harder before our eyes connect.

The memory is taking over, and the need to kiss her is pulling at me.

Her eyes stare into mine intently, before they go over my body like I did with hers, and I can’t take it.

“Fuck it,” I mumble, and she looks up just in time for me to grab her face with my palms and press my lips on hers for the first time in nearly two years.

Everything melts away, her sweet, soft lips centering me.

She gasps, and I push my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers, and I grip her cheeks harder, kissing her like my life depends on it until she moans, shocking me back to reality and the reason why I’m at her door.

I pull away before she can melt into my body, and I end up doing something she will most definitely regret; I turn, gripping my hair, and groan, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Everything, all the hurt, the pain, the fucking all-consuming love pulls too fucking hard, and then the guilt, fuck…the guilt.

She had my son, I know he’s mine, I just know it, he looks like me, and she had him alone , all fucking alone.

She’s living in a small fucking apartment, working two jobs, and doing part-time online college for a degree she doesn’t even want to do, all while being a single mom.

I called the guy Rafael hired; she’s working on her fucking business degree to become a fucking secretary so she can work her way up within the industry.

She should be dealing with animals, not people….

“Seriously, you’re freaking out over kissing me when you’re the one who left?!” she snaps, and I turn her way, not able to hide the absolute pain I feel right now.

I fucking left her without confronting her, I should have, fuck I should have talked to her, but I fucking didn’t. I didn’t….

I swallow hard, and I whisper, “Did you cheat on me?”

Her eyes widen, and then her cheeks redden in anger, making me want to kiss her again, but I don’t; I value my balls.

She sneers, “You’re two fucking years late for that question, Noah.”

Ah fuck, she swore, which means she’s real fucking angry.

I take a small step back, really valuing my balls now, and I say, “I know, believe me, I know I just…. Did you cheat, Rose?”

She shakes her head, her eyes filling with unshed tears, and states, “No, Noah, I never cheated on you.”

I nod, my own eyes starting to sting, and I look down toward my feet, but something catches my attention on her left wrist. Underneath the bracelet I bought her for prom, which she has to cut off to remove, my name is tattooed on her skin, with a small date below it.

Above my name is our son’s, and I can just make it out….

Diego….

Everything in me pulls. I stayed away for two days because I needed time to process the fact that I have a child, the fact that Gina most likely knew Rose was further along than four months and decided to lie, and why? To make Piper happy? For a pat on the back?

“He’s my son…” I whisper, my voice ragged.

Rose crosses her arms over her chest as tears trail down her cheeks, and the most hurtful look flows across her face.

She’s disappointed, and I don’t blame her. I’ve just confirmed to her that I never thought the child was mine.

She nods once, not opening her mouth.

I clench my jaw. “You never tried to contact me?”

It comes out as a question, but she hears the way I ask it, the blame in my voice, and I don’t mean to say it that way, I really fucking don’t; I’m just hurt and feeling fucking guilty.

“I did, Noah.” I suck in a breath at her anger, her rightful fucking anger. “I called you several times. I called your manager, Joel, who told me I’m not the first person to claim pregnancy and won’t be the last, I also called Barnett several times a day to the point he told me not to contact him again, and blocked me.”

I flinch. “Rose I….”

She shakes her head, and snaps, “No. I tried everything to contact you, and while I was coming to grips with the fact you left me without even confronting me, and that my own father kicked me out all because I refused to abort our child….” My eyes widen slightly before my nostrils flare with anger at her confession. She whispers, “I had to deal with the fact I was pregnant at seventeen and alone, all while you were partying it up with other women.”

I shake my head. “Rose, it’s not—I-I didn’t….”

She cuts me off, “I don’t care. I don’t want to hear your excuses. Why are you here, Noah?”

I look down with shame and mutter, “I’m here to try and get some answers, Rose.” I look at her. “I’m here because I want to get to know my son, and make amends….”

She shakes her head and goes to open her mouth when a cry can be heard, and I suck in a breath, knowing exactly who that is.

“Please, Rose,” I beg, my eyes on her door. I want to run in there, to hold him….

Rose doesn’t say anything; instead, she shuts the door in my face, and I bang my palms on the door frame, ready to break it the fuck down.

I did this, I fucking did this.

Debating whether I should kick the door down or just sit and lean against the wall until she lets me in, the door opens again, and I look up, only to meet dark blue eyes.

I blink several times, trying not to cry, and stand up straight.

Slowly, Rose hands him over, and as carefully as I can, I take him from her and hold him to me. His hands go to my brow and lip piercings with curiosity, and I chuckle a little.

“Noah, meet your son, Diego Nicolas Scott, who will be one in a week.” I look at her in shock at his middle and last name, but she’s not looking at me. Instead, she’s looking at the boy in my arms, and she whispers, “You can be a father, but you and I, we were over the moment you got on that bus.”

I look at our son and see his eyes on me. I swallow hard.

She may think this is the way to go, but it's not. We were always meant to be. I fought for her when we were kids, and I should have fought for her two years ago. I made a mistake, a big one, but I’m not going to lose her. I refuse to lose her.

I press my nose against my son’s messy hair, and inhale.

He’s mine, and so is she, just like I’m hers. A year from now, my ring will be on her finger, and she and our son will be living in our home.

It’s a promise I refuse to break….