13. Noah

Something pulls me from my sleep. Something dark and dangerous. Something foreboding. I wake and my chest is thumping as I turn to see Brighton sound asleep beside me. Warm memories rush back, and my cock jumps, remembering the way I took her in the den. Jesus, that was hot. We made it back to my room, but Camryn woke up.

Unfortunately, after I got her back to sleep and was ready for round two with Brighton, I came back here and found Brighton asleep. I didn't have the heart to wake her and send her back to her wing, so I set my clock early to make sure I was awake before Camryn, so she didn't find me and Brighton—her ‘new mommy'—in bed together.

Is that what's weighing heavy on my chest? The fact that Camryn thinks Brighton is going to be her new mommy? While it is, there's something else bothering me and I can't quite put my finger on it.

I quietly push from the bed, tug on my boxers and walk to the window. It's still dark out and cool early morning air seeps in through the panes and chills my body. What the hell is going on inside my brain?

Last night Brighton and I talked, and we came up with a solution to Camryn thinking Brighton was going to be her new mommy. Brighton said she wanted to remain a part of Camryn's life even when this arrangement was over. It's a good solution, one we shouldn't have had to make, but I wasn't able to keep my big mouth shut and wanted to give my mother her only wish. It might not be ideal or fair to Camryn or Brighton, but I really am glad the woman in my bed wants to remain in Camryn's life, because I think it will be good for my daughter.

So, what's niggling at you, dude, that it has you up before the crack of dawn?

"Hey, Noah. Are you okay?"

As soon as I hear Brighton's soft, sleepy voice, that's when it hits me. Holy fuck. I spin, and the moonlight shining in through the crack in the curtains lights up her body. While there's no way she can see my distraught expression with the moon to my back, I'm sure she can pick up on my distress, which is why she's jolting upward.

"Noah?" her gaze leaves me and darts to the door. "Should I go?"

"No." I cross the room, and the bed dips as I sit on the edge. "It's not that."

"What…what is it?"

"Last night…we didn't use protection," I blurt out. "We had sex." I gulp. "No condom." Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? I should have been smarter, should have thought about what a mistake would mean to her. Jesus, I made all kinds of mistakes last night, didn't I?

She goes quiet, and glances down, as my words hovering in the space around us, squeeze the air out from between our bodies. "Are you…" Her head lifts, and worried eyes meet mine. "You know…clean?"

"Yes, I'm clean," I assure her quickly, and while I'm positive she is too, it's the thoughts of an unwanted pregnancy that's knotting me up inside. "I use protection." I cup the sides of her face, smoothing her hair back. "I always use protection."

She crinkles her nose. "Not all the time."

"I used protection then, too. The condom broke."

Her brows pull together. "Oh, Noah. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I love Camryn and have no regrets."

Her warm hand lands on my cheek. "I can't believe we didn't think…" She shakes her head. "I'd never been caught up in the moment like that before."

While I want to cheer to that, and puff my chest out like a damn neanderthal, we have a serious issue at hand. Brighton doesn't want kids. Neither did Shayla. "I know you don't want kids and I can't have something like this happen, not?—"

"It's okay, Noah. I'm actually on the pill and it's been a while since I've been with anyone. You know that."

"Okay." I let loose a relieved breath. I'm about to let this go, but she keeps talking.

"I don't know what happened with Allan, to be honest. I guess I put my career first, and I think he just lost interest in me."

"I'm sorry."

She swallows. "I know I lost weight?—"

"You're perfect, Brighton. Besides, relationships are more than about physical appearances right." She swallows again, and her throat makes a sound as her gaze moves to the old scars on my face.

"I know that. It's just, when I lost everything, he bailed. I wasn't enough for him, you know."

"You're enough, Sunshine. He left for reasons of his own, and if it had to do with you losing this resort, you're better off without him."

She chuckles and sniffs. "Melanie said the same thing."

Jesus, she's not disagreeing with me. Maybe she really is still in love with the asshole.

"Melanie?" I don't remember seeing her with any friends. Honestly, I didn't think she had any.

"The bartender at the rooftop bar," she explains. "She's a sweetie. Doing her master's in psychology. Don't get caught alone with her or she'll analyze you, and sometimes it's hard to hear the blatant truth."

"Yikes, I'll try to avoid that." I laugh as she looks down, her curtain of mussed hair hiding her face.

"Maybe I'm just not loveable." She lifts her gaze and peeks at me through a layer of hair. "Maybe I deserve everything I get."

"Not true. My mother loves you."

"Of course, she does. She thinks I'm going to be her daughter-in-law."

"Right,"' I agree with a roll of my eyes.

"She doesn't know me, though." There's a new sadness in her tone and I can only guess she's thinking of her own mother, and how she abandoned her. It's sad that she and Camryn have that in common.

"Hey," I say and hug her. "You're loveable, Sunshine. You've just had shitty people in your life." She makes a noise, and I continue. "And you're really fucking desirable. If you don't believe me, ask the guy between my legs who has no brain and only acts on what he wants."

Her body practically quivers with excitement. "Oh, great idea."

I go up on my knees and I push her back until she's on the pillow. "Now, since you're on the pill and we're both clean does this mean we don't have to use protection?" I'm ready to fall over her until she shakes her head no.

"Wait," she says and starts to sit back up. I have no idea what she's up to but the grin on her face tells me it's something devious and delicious and I'm either going to love or hate it.

She settles herself on her knees before me. "Before we get to that, I have to ask him?"

She blinks up at me all innocent. "I think you lost me, Sunshine."

"Him." She points to my dick as it peeks out from the band of my shorts, begging for attention.

"You want to do what?"

"Ask him." She shifts and nudges closer, looking a bit smug and proud of herself as she lowers my boxers and exposes my throbbing cock. She clears her throat and pushes her hair from her shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask as she takes my dick into her hand like it's a damn microphone. Her eyes lift.

"What do you call him?"

"I don't call him anything."

"Fine then if you don't like J-bone for you, that's what I'll call this guy." I shake my head at her antics, a laugh bubbling up inside me. "Okay, J-bone, tell me, do you find me desirable?" Her hot breath washes over my crown and pre-cum spills from the tip. She dips into it with her finger.

"Ah, since he has no brain or voice, this is his way of talking?"

"Uh huh," I grunt out.

Looking sexy and demure, she blinks long dark lashes over eyes full of need. "What's he saying, Noah?"

"Jesus, Brighton." Is she trying to fucking kill me?

Her eyes go big. "He's saying, Jesus Brighton." She purposely puts her mouth near my crown so her warm breath washes over my dick, and I grip her hair, ready to put him in her mouth, but she's having way too much fun with me, and it's nice to see her having fun. But seriously, this is the worst kind of foreplay ever.

"No, he's saying, put me in your mouth already, before I lose it."

"Wow, that's a lot of words in a bit of cum." As more cum spills, she swirls it down the length of me, then leans in to take a lick of my crown. My cock jumps as she bends and lands on the sweet little crook between her lips. "J-bone, is that true? You're saying you want me to put you in my mouth?"

Fuck me twice.

She exhales, and I stare at her. "Can you show me a sign?" He jumps and hits the side of her face. "Ooh, telekinesis, I like that." She lightly runs her finger from my crown all the way to my base, where she dips underneath and tickles my balls. "Wait, no. It can't be telekinesis. He'd have to have a brain for that."

Okay, enough is enough.

"Brighton," I grunt out harshly.

"Yes."

"Open your mouth."

A little grin tugs at the corners of her mouth. Damn woman loves messing with me, and driving me fucking insane. She inches back, lets go of my dick and puts her hands on her knees as she opens for me, and it's like Christmas and my birthday and every joyous occasion all wrapped up into this moment as she offers herself up to me like a goddamn goddess.

I take my dick in my hand and our eyes meet and lock as I slowly guide it into her waiting mouth. She closes her lips around my throbbing cock, her hair sweeping against my thighs.

"Brighton," I groan.

She rocks against me, her wet heat seeping through my dick and traveling the length of my body as moisture breaks out on my skin. Her sweet moan vibrates around my cock and settles in my soul. I clench my jaw, not wanting this to end before it begins, but this woman can arouse me like no other can.

"Sunshine," I murmur when I reach the back of her throat and she inches forward, trying to take more of me. I tug on her hair, letting her know she doesn't need to do that, but she ignores me and takes me impossibly deeper. Fuck, she's the sweetest.

I let loose a loud grunt, and one warm hand cups my aching balls. I inch back and begin the slow rhythm of fucking her hot mouth. Her sounds of enjoyment do the craziest fucking things to me.

"Do you like this, Brighton?" I ask. "Do you like my dick in your mouth." She obviously can't answer, because, you know…my cock is in her mouth, but she answers through actions and starts running her hands along the length of me, following the action of her mouth. She increases the pace and my dick throbs, dying to release down her throat. She must sense it and want it, because she moans a bit louder, her fingers slicking over the long length of me with determination.

"You want my cum, Sunshine? You want me to come in your throat?"

She nods, and I groan as my dick moves with the up and down movement. "I want to be inside you." She mumbles something incomprehensible, and I think it might have been later.

Later.

I like that we have later. That we can both be satisfied with this, because there will always be more to come. There won't always be, of course, not in the long run. But I can't think about that, not when her eyes are searching mine again, looking so warm and pleased as she takes me to the brink, like she really needs this as much as I do.

"Sunshine," I murmur quietly, and touch the side of her face. She leans into my hand and my heart thumps. Everything about this is deep, profound, dragging me into a place where I'm seriously fucking afraid of going.

Jesus what is happening to me?

My brain shuts down as all pleasure pours into my dick, and it thickens in her beautiful mouth. I push inside and she cups my balls a little tighter as my entire body lets go, filling her throat with my seed. A noise full of satisfaction and pleasure rumbles from the depths of my throat and I don't take my eyes off her as she drinks me down, a bit of cum spilling from her lips.

She swallows and I balance on my knees, my shaky legs damn near ready to give. I pant, she pants, and when I finally deplete myself she inches back and smiles up at me.

"I think you were right. J-bone did want to be in my mouth."

I shake my head and fall over her, kissing her sweet mouth. She kisses me back and just when I'm ready to climb down her body, to give her what she needs, she sits up and works to swallow.

I reach for the blankets to cover her up. "Let me get you a drink."

"No, you stay here. I'll go." She points to my still swollen dick. "You're not quite up to running to the kitchen."

"You mean I'm too up to run to the kitchen."

She chuckles. "Exactly." She slides from the bed, and tugs on my T-shirt and her underwear.

"Hurry, there are things I want to do to you."

"I'll be fast."

I adjust the bedding and wait for her. A few minutes later, she comes back with two water bottles in one hand, while the other is behind her back. My heart jumps when she walks through my bedroom door, looking warm and sexy and ready to go another round.

"That's an awful lot of whipped cream you bought, don't you think?" she asks.

"I thought it was best to stock up. You said it was your weakness, so I had no idea how many dishes, or desserts, or things you liked to put it on."

She pulls her hand out from behind her back and shows me one of the chilled canisters. With a sexy and playful grin on her face she asks, "Want me to show you?"

"I thought you said, not even in my wildest dreams."

She saunters toward me, accentuating her wiggle as she sprays a little cream into her mouth. "Right, but I didn't say anything about your wildest fantasies…"