Chapter 21

twenty-one

Noah

I reluctantly walk into the green room despite everything telling me to turn back around and carry Rose outta here, sort our past out, and get everything off our chests.

Seeing her wear my shirt from prom, watching us from the stage side with pride and tears in her eyes…

Fuck me, it’s everything. It’s what I needed all along, what I’ve been missing, what I needed to truly enjoy what we do, to get the true thrill of it.

It was her, it’s always been her.

Fuck, then that hug, her legs wrapped around me again…. I never wanted to let her go, and it fucking killed me that she cried, but I knew she needed to be here, to hear my words, to see that she’s all I thought about since we met six years ago.

She brought the blood back into my cold, dead heart….

“Hey, shit dude, you’re Noah Scott…” some skinny guy with bright ginger hair says from beside me, and I give him a tight smile, shaking his outstretched hand.

He gasps, shocked that I actually shook his hand, and I say, “Yeah, it’s good to meet you, man. You got some paper, I’ll give you my autograph.”

His mouth opens in shock, and he freezes before one of his friends shoves him, and hands me four pieces of paper.

I hold in my snort and sign them all before taking pictures with the guys. I walk to where Joel is waving me over to some fans near the table full of food and drink, but before I get even two steps toward them, lips that are not my girl’s press against mine, a body knocking into me hard, shocking the shit outta me. Funnily enough, this has never happened to me before.

I shove her away hard, causing her to stumble as Barnett snaps, “What the fuck?” and everyone quiets, looking our way.

The girl smirks, popping out her hip, causing her short dress to ride up a little as she twirls her dark hair in her finger, her dark brown eyes full of lust, and for the first time in my life, I feel fucking violated.

“That’s fucking out of order; if a man had done that, he would have been arrested for fucking assault!” Cameron growls as Joel comes to stand by me, where I’m vibrating with so much anger that he has to grab my shoulder while two security officers flank the girl.

She ignores everyone and says, “I knew those rumors weren’t true about you having a girl; otherwise, you wouldn’t have kissed me back.”

My jaw flexes, popping at her obvious lie. Flaring my nostrils, I lift my left hand and turn it, spreading my fingers. The girl looks at me in confusion before her eyes go to my fingers, and she sucks in a breath at seeing the tattoo. I growl, “You were saying?”

“When you came in here, you signed a waiver,” Joel says, getting her attention, “it was explained to you what was in it, including an NDA, but one of the rules was not to physically touch the band unless they okay it. Now, I stood and watched as you threw yourself at the lead singer, surprising him, and so did the cameras posted in the room, which will also show him not kissing you back, and shoving you away within seconds. And this all happened while the girl he dedicated the concert to, the mother of his child,” everyone gasps while the girl pales, “is standing outside of this room and is due to join us shortly. We now have every legal right to sue you.”

The girl's mouth opens and closes as Barnett states, “As everyone in this room has signed NDAs, the information regarding Noah’s son with his high school sweetheart will not leave this room. It doesn’t matter how much money you would gain from leaking the information; you would lose that and everything you own if it gets out. Our nephew does not need cameras shoved in his face.”

There’s a murmur of agreement in the room as my eyes go to the girls' pass, and fury takes over as I growl, “Your name is not Gina Turner!”

She takes a step back, but the security guy grips her arm, and she stammers, “Y-yes, I-I am.”

I snarl at her. “Well then, little sister, I know we’re only half-siblings, but it’s still incest to throw yourself at your big brother.” The girl looks ready to vomit, and I state, full of sarcasm, “That’s also a lot of plastic surgery you’ve had as well, and for the swelling to go down so quick from when I saw you this morning….”

Her tears fall, and she admits, “She paid me….”

I scoff and growl, “Throw this girl out now.”

The men nod as she pleads, begging us not to sue her, and I shake my head as Joel calls legal.

Fucking Gina….

We spend the next hour ensuring the woman gets her comeuppance, including leaking the footage of her throwing herself at me ourselves. News outlets are already going wild over a crazed fan assaulting the lead singer of the Delinquents. Once that’s done, I’m free to find my girl, and deal with banning my sister from all shows and preferably from my life.

I sent Cam after Rose after the brunette was escorted out to ensure she was alright, but right now, I need my eyes on her. I need her body against mine.

I look around the room and don’t see her, and just as I’m about to grab my phone and call Cameron, he’s suddenly near me, making me jump. He grips my arm and whispers, “Rose is gone.”

I look at him sharply and demand, “What the fuck did you just say?”

His jaw ticks. “Rafael called. She’s on the train back to Fremont. She said she’s not meant to be part of our world and that you can see Diego anytime you want, that things just weren’t meant to fucking be.”

I chuckle darkly and confirm, “She saw what that woman did but didn’t stick around for the aftermath, didn’t she?”

He winces. “He didn’t say, but most likely she did, yeah.”

I tap my finger on my leg, the urge to smoke hitting me hard as I snap, “How fucking ironic that she’s gone and done exactly what I did two years ago….” He doesn’t say anything, letting me think.

She fucking left, and I’d bet my fucking bank account she knew it wasn’t as it seemed.

She fucking ran because she doesn’t want to hurt anymore, just like I did, but doesn’t she fucking realize that without each other, we’ll always hurt?

The past two years are proof of that!

A plan forms in my head, and I look at Cam. “Cancel my party and call the pilot.”

He nods and runs for Barnett while I run outta the green room, and head to our dressing room, quickly changing.

If she thinks I’m going to let her leave me, then she has another think coming. I made a mistake two years ago; I should have fought, but now I’m correcting it.

I’m finally returning to my girl.

Two hours, that’s how fucking long it took to get the jet fueled, in the air, then landing in Fremont.

I’m anxious, and yeah, I smoked four cigarettes since landing, which she’ll most likely smell on me and be pissed about, but it's her own fucking fault for running.

It’s time we both stopped doing that shit.

I climb the stairs to her floor three at a time. Cameron and Barnett came with me, both now at the hotel. Something about not spending my twenty-first birthday night alone.

Shaking my head, I go through the door and head to 5b. I don’t hear anything, but I do see a soft light underneath her dark green door.

I swear to fuck, if she slams this door in my face, I’ll kick it down.

It is difficult to knock without force, but I manage it, knowing our son will be in bed right now. I can’t have him awake; his parents need to hash things out.

Rose answers the door after I knock again, clearly not looking through the peephole by the surprise that shows across her face, and I slam my hands down on the door frame at the sight of her.

Fuck me….

My eyes take her in, hair down and wearing nothing but my black button down like the last time I stood in her doorway like this.

Fuck…. My cock twitches and grows, but I will it away.

“Noah…” she says in shock, then wrinkles her nose and asks, “Have you been smoking?”

I ignore her question and growl, really fucking growl, and snap, “You’re pissed at me for leaving you after taking an innocent picture out of context, and you have literally just done the same fucking thing!”

Her eyes widen before she narrows them at me and crosses her arms over her chest, showing me the fiery side I love.

She snaps back, “Actually, two years ago, your sister showed me a picture of you and Piper in your room with your arm around her, but I didn’t believe what it looked like, just like I didn’t believe the picture one of them sent me after your show tonight of you passed out with a liquor bottle lying next to you and Piper sprawled over you, naked, smirking at the camera.” My eyes widen, my mouth dropping open.

She did fucking what!

Violated, I feel fucking violated….

Rose scoffs, “I even know you didn’t kiss that girl back in the green room, even if I did leave before you shoved her away.”

I tilt my head. “Then why run, huh? If you didn’t believe any of that, why in the fuck did you just run? When you finally saw what you really fucking mean to me? Why run?”

Tears shine in her eyes as she drops her arms and admits, “Because I’m beneath you now….”

What the…?

She shakes her head. “I love you so much, Noah, that you are all I have thought about since I was thirteen. You are my heart, my best friend…but you left me alone, and now you’ve gotten yourself an amazing life with all the women you could ask for. I’m beneath you, and you deserve better. That life isn’t for me, and I know, without a doubt, that if you haven’t already, you’ll find the perfect match, who won’t struggle to trust you like I do….”

Silly, silly girl…

“You’re giving up, huh, just like that?” I accuse, and her face reddens, but I continue, knowing I need to rile her up to fight for us, for me, like I should have fought for her two years ago. “You're just going to sit down and bury your head in the sand like a scared little girl. You’re going to willingly watch some girl come into my life, wear my ring, and force me to cover over your tattoos, and be a stepmom to our son, huh?”

She takes a menacing step forward, and I shove off the door frame and get in her face.

“You’re going to stand by and listen to me sing love songs to another woman, declare my love for her in front of millions, and hold her in my arms, are you, Rose?”

She shoves me hard, not liking my words, but I grip her hands and pull her into me, making her gasp as the upper half of her body crashes into mine, and I smirk. “Yeah, I didn’t fucking think so, Petal.”

I slam my lips down on hers, her gasp giving me the perfect opportunity to shove my tongue into her mouth, massaging it against hers roughly.

Rose moans, and my cock strains against my jeans, two years without his tight heat making him weep.

I don’t think, only feel, as I bend a little and grip her thighs, lifting her.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and I walk into her apartment, shutting the door behind us before pushing her up against the wall.

I don’t stop the kiss as I put a hand between us and feel her panties. I groan into her mouth at how wet she is for me. I grip the fabric, tearing it from her body, making her gasp, and then moan when my fingers find her entrance.

I deepen the kiss, and I push one finger inside her, then add two, then three, slowly moving them in and out, loving how tight, how responsive she is as her cunt squeezes my digits. I remove them completely, then undo my jeans.

I quickly grab the condom that I always carry, hoping one day to use it with her, before my jeans fall to the floor, and I shove down my boxers, all while my tongue massages against hers, tasting her.

Quickly tearing the wrapper, I sheath myself, then place the tip of my cock at her entrance. I break the kiss, placing my forehead against hers, needing to see her eyes when I enter her for the first time in two years.

She blinks, and our eyes connect before I slowly push inside her.

Her mouth parts slightly as her cunt squeezes me, and I groan at how tight she is, while silently praying I don’t come, her walls gripping me hard.

Leaning forward, I bite her bottom lip, and push into the hilt, and she moans, her hands finding my hair as she grips it, mine going to her hips to keep her up against the wall.

Keeping eye contact, I move my hips back, then thrust forward again harder, and she moans loudly. I slam my lips on hers, and thrust hard and fast, knowing I’ll make love to her after this round, preferably in the shower.

Already, I can feel her cunt pulsing, and my cock twitches with the need to come. Deepening the kiss, I tilt my hips and thrust harder, moving my hand between us, finding her clit. I rub hard circles over it, and her fingers grip my hair tighter. She screams into my mouth, and I swallow the sounds as her cunt grips me so hard I’m worried my dick with pop off.

Wetness spreads between us, and I moan, thrusting faster and faster until my balls squeeze tight, and I explode, coming into the condom, suddenly wishing there was nothing between us, wishing I could paint her walls with my seed.

I stop deep inside her, and slow the kiss, before pulling back and placing my forehead against hers again, both of us breathing heavily.

“Fuck,” I rasp, and her fingers grip me even tighter. “Happy birthday to me, huh, Petal,” I joke, and she snorts, closing her eyes but not moving from my hold, giving me hope.

God, I love this woman….

I take her lips with mine, instantly our tongues tangling, and I carefully carry her away from the wall, stepping out of my jeans and boxers, before walking us over to the couch.

I lay us down and slowly pull out of her. I remove the condom, chucking it in the small bin near the couch, then breaking the kiss and making eye contact.

“Please fucking tell me you have more condoms because I’m so not fucking done with you yet, Rose.”

She smiles shyly and admits, “There’s an unopened box in my bathroom cupboard. I thought I could try to move on, but well, you know.”

I nod, trying to ignore the jealousy, and kiss her quickly. I lift her again, making her gasp.

“What on earth, Noah?” She wraps her arms and legs around me like a spider monkey.

I chuckle and state, “I believe we both need a shower….”

With that said, I kiss her again as I walk us to her shower, where I make her come twice with my tongue bar, and then again with my cock, before taking her to her mattress and making slow love to her before we fall asleep.

Come tomorrow, I know I’ll need to give her space to get her mind ready for us, and I’ll have to sort some shit out, too. Until then, I’m going to hold her tight.

Get ready, my Petal, because you’re coming home soon.