Chapter 3

three

Rose

I smile slightly as I run my finger over the bracelet Noah placed on my wrist as he gently runs his lip ring over my shoulder, half my body leaning against his.

The silver is glittering, the dark blue rose is so beautiful, and the color matches his eyes.

It’s perfect….

"What did your dad say before we left, Petal?" he asks, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he gently grabs my wrist and runs his thumb over the rose.

I smile a little. "He said I look beautiful, and he's proud of me."

I feel his lips tilt against my skin as the limo slows to a stop, and my heart races.

The school paid for prom to be at Kingston Hotel, and it's quite fancy—not my kind of scene despite my father having money.

I didn't really want to go to prom. I mean, I know this will be my only chance. Ms. Dipper confirmed I've made it; I get to graduate this year with honors, which is amazing, but honestly, just spending the evening and possibly the night with Noah is all that I want, but I know he wanted me to have the experience.

"Are you ready, my Petal?" he murmurs, gently kissing behind my ear. I turn a little, smiling as our lips touch, making him smile back.

"Not really, but I'm looking forward to an evening with you," I reply in a whisper, adding, “and hopefully the night,” under my breath.

He hums, caressing my lips, the coolness of his lip ring soothing me as the door opens.

Sending me a wink, he climbs out first and leans down, offering his hand, which I gladly take. He then helps me out of the limo, ensuring I don't fall. I thank the driver before looking straight ahead, and grin.

"Well, don't you boys look sharp and dapper," I say as Noah wraps his arm around my waist. His best friends, who have become like brothers to me, stand tall, both looking handsome in matching black button-down shirts, and slacks.

Cameron grins wide, lifting the collar of his shirt, muttering, "Why thank you, sweetheart."

I laugh as Barnett smacks the back of his head, walks my way, and kisses my cheek. "You look stunning, Ro," he rasps, and I give him a big smile.

"Thank you, Barnett," I whisper, causing him to smile back, and then look at Noah.

He raises a brow. "How in the fuck did you manage to get this one?"

I snort, and Noah shrugs, admitting, "I have no idea. It must be my kissing skills."

I push him slightly, feeling my cheeks heat, making him laugh as Cameron adds, "Well, it can't be your looks, that's for sure; otherwise, she would have come my way."

Noah growls, and I outright laugh as his arm tightens around me.

Shaking his head, Barnett says, "We have to do the first five sets, and then the evening is ours, which is good because Lucy promised me head later."

I scrunch my nose up in distaste, making them laugh as Noah guides me up the steps toward the hotel, the boys following behind, shooting the shit.

We take photos, which I'm glad we did before going through the gold double doors. Everyone looks our way as Noah guides me into the massive hall decked out with balloons and different blues, from the flowers to the tablecloths, and the chair covers; the theme is underwater.

It kind of looks tacky but nice, if that makes sense.

Noah ignores everyone who tries to get his attention and guides me to a table closest to the stage. He gently kisses my lips and rasps, "Stay here, alright?"

I nod, and he grins and kisses me again before going off with his friends to the back of the stage. Both boys kiss my head as they pass. A few girls come and stand around me, trying to ask me questions about the band, but I just ignore them, focusing on the mic, ready to see my man.

Hours later, gently, Noah glides his hands into my hair as our bodies sway to the music.

"I'd better get you home, Petal; otherwise, you'll turn into a pumpkin."

After he sang five songs, he spent the rest of the evening with me. We laughed, danced, ate absolutely disgusting food, and danced some more. Even if the song was fast, he danced slowly, swaying with me in his arms, holding me close.

He dedicated two songs to me, making me blush, but I wouldn't have it any other way because this man consumes me.

I grin at his words. I can feel my heart race with nerves, but I don't back down, instead I wrap my arms around his waist, holding him tightly as I look up at him and admit, "I don't want to go home."

He closes his eyes and groans, placing his forehead against mine, "Rose…."

I squeeze him and ask, "Do you love me?"

He looks into my eyes. "What kind of question is that? You know I love you with everything I am…."

I smile. "And I love you, so what's stopping us?" His gaze flicks between mine, and I whisper, "I want to be all yours, Noah."

He sucks his lip ring into his mouth, watching me for a few seconds before admitting, "Nick paid for a room here for me and the boys, just in case we drank too much. Cameron's in the back with Ariel, who also has a room, and Barnett left half an hour ago with Amber…."

I cut in with furrowed brows, "I thought he went with Lucy?"

Noah snorts. "She gave him head, then he left with Amber…."

I scrunch my nose, and he grins before he gets serious again. "Are you sure about this, Rose? Because once I have you, there will be no going back…."

I snort. "There was no going back when I sassed you four years ago."

He grins wide but nods in agreement before stepping back, gently grabbing my hand in the process, and then walking backward, I follow willingly with a lump in my throat but no regrets.

I want him, all of him.

It doesn't take long before he's guiding me into a room with a double bed, dresser, and another door that leads to the bathroom.

I look around the room, my eyes lingering on the cream-colored bed before turning to Noah, who's watching me intently.

He's leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest, his right foot flat against the door, knee bent, chewing his lip ring.

God, he's a work of art and not even naked yet.

He tilts his head. "If you've changed your mind, then we can leave this room right now, or heck, we can just climb into bed and cuddle."

I smile a little. Trust him to think I'm changing my mind when, really, I'm just scared I won't measure up to whoever he was with before me. He may have only been fourteen when we met, but he was well-liked, and I know both Callum and Barnett lost their virginities when they hit thirteen with the same girl and, at the same time; a story I try to block out each time one of them reminisce.

With my heart hammering, I slowly walk over to him, trying to be brave. He doesn't move, he just watches me intently, even when I gently glide my hands up his chest toward his buttons. Slowly, I unbutton them, making him drop his hands, his foot lowering.

He doesn't stop me, he doesn't even touch me, he just watches, allowing me to take the lead as he straightens.

After unbuttoning every one of his buttons, I glide my hands up his torso toward his shoulders and gently remove his shirt, letting it drop on the floor. I run the tip of my finger over one of his tattoos, the lion over his right peck becoming my focus.

"The thought of giving myself to you, all of me, there's nothing I want more," I whisper as I look at him.

His gaze glitters as he rasps, "I'll be giving myself to you, too, Rose."

I furrow my brows and stutter, "B-but I-I thought?—"

He cuts me off, cupping my jaw with his right hand, his left going around my waist as he towers over me and admits, "I've only ever wanted you, Rose. The day we first locked eyes, I knew deep down you were mine. I don't want anyone else. So yes, I'll be giving all of me to you, too."

I tear up, and I rasp, "I hope you know I'm stealing your black shirt…."

He chuckles and states, "What's mine is yours, my Petal," then places his lips against mine, hard and rough, making me moan.

Despite the urgency of the kiss, he gently unzips my dress, and it falls to the floor. I allow it, not letting the urge to hold it up consume me. I try not to freeze up as he breaks the kiss to get a look at me, instead placing my hands on his muscular chest before looking into his darkening, gorgeous, mesmerizing eyes.

"Fuck me, you're a sight," he growls so deep I feel it rumble through my hands.

His eyes take in my strapless dark blue bra where my nipples are visible, and the barely their panties.

His throat bobs before his lips descend to mine again, and this time, he kisses me gently as one hand goes between us, the sound of his buckle clanging as he unbuckles his belt, the other going to my back, unclipping my bra.

I moan as the fabric falls, and step forward, pressing my breasts to his chest, enjoying the skin-on-skin contact.

He breaks the kiss and turns us, so my back is against the wall, then gently kisses down my neck to my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth, making me gasp at the sensation and the rush that shoots between my legs, wetness building.

He gives the other one just as much attention, nibbling it before gently kissing down my body. He looks up and makes eye contact as his lips touch my pelvic bone over the fabric. I don't look away as he glides the material down my legs, helping me out of them and the dress that was pooled at my feet, then removing my heels, kissing each ankle. He never breaks the contact as he glides his hands up the outside of my legs to my hips, and grips hard. He leans forward slowly, giving me an out before gently licking me, his tongue hitting the nub that's poking through my folds.

I gasp, breaking eye contact as I throw my head back, and he moans and spreads my folds before eating me like he is starved. My legs automatically shake as he groans, his hands moving and gripping my butt to keep me to him.

"Oh, my…." I gasp as my stomach tightens, and he sucks my clit into his mouth hard. I see stars as wetness gathers between my legs, which nearly give out as a feeling overtakes me.

My body shakes as he licks around my mound before I slide down the wall.

Noah catches me, picking me up bridal style, then lays me on the bed, his body automatically coming over mine.

I feel his member touch my leg, making me open my eyes.

When on earth did he take his slacks off?

His eyes are pinned to mine as he moves his left hand to the side of the bed, and I hear the crackling sound of a condom. Without breaking eye contact, he sheaths himself, placing the tip of his member at my entrance, then grabs hold of my hands, placing them on either side of my head, linking our fingers.

"Last chance, Rose," he says firmly, and I smile, squeezing his hands.

I reply, “Take me, Noah, make me yours, and you mine."

He smiles, leaning down, "Petal, we always belonged to each other, this just ties you to me always."

With that said, he kisses me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and making me taste myself, which isn't too bad, to be fair.

Slowly, he moves his hips and pushes inside, moving in and out of me bit by bit, my walls contracting, trying to push his very large member out, but I relax, not wanting him to stop.

He gets deeper each time he presses in, before he stops, reaching my barrier. He pulls away from the kiss, and I squeeze his hands as we lock eyes. He must see what he needs to because one moment he's watching me, and the next he thrusts forward hard, breaking through my virginity, and I gasp, a few tears falling, a sharp pain shooting between my legs, making me want to push him away, but I hold still.

He groans, keeping still, placing his forehead against mine. "Fuck, Rose…."

I breathe heavily and squeeze his hands again, causing him to look at me. I whisper, "Kiss me, Noah…."

He smiles, then leans down, pressing his mouth against mine. I open instantly, needing his tongue, his taste, and he obliges, allowing our tongues to massage against each other's until my body relaxes. As soon as I stop squeezing his hands, he starts to thrust shallow and slow, not once breaking the kiss.

Pleasure shoots through me as the pain subsides, and I start to thrust back, making him moan as we make love, not going too quick or too slow, just enjoying each other's bodies, learning what we both like. Nothing else matters now, only he and I becoming one.

The man overrides my thoughts and body, and I wouldn't have it any other way.