CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

AMBER

It’s been a few weeks since I first met Noah. My life has changed immensely since then.

To my surprise, and my cousin’s, I’ve already moved in with him. So much for being known as the last wholesome girl from the Midwest. If they only knew.

“What if things don’t work out?” I asked my cousin before leaving. “Where will I live then?” Getting an apartment in this town is difficult.

“Worry about that if the time comes,” she answered me. “Take a leap.”

So, that’s what I did. Been great ever since. I love waking up next to Noah with his hands and mouth all over me. The mornings when he’s eating me out. Mmmm. Those are the best.

No one at work knows of my address change or relationship status, and I’d like to keep it that way. I guess Tom, my boss, knows, but he doesn’t count. He won’t say anything.

Kathy and I have lunch together almost every day. She’s becoming a close friend, and I should treat her as such by telling her about the man I’m dating and my living conditions. Not quite sure if I’m ready for that, though. We’ll have to see.

So, Kathy and I are on our way to the sandwich shop down on the corner, and we’re talking, so I’m not paying attention when the hip check comes. I slam into Kathy. Something clamps my wrist and jerks me right back. The profanity begins from there.

“You fucking cunt!” Yes, the c-word. “Go back to the fucking farm where you belong and stay away from my man.”

Why do people assume if you grow up in the Midwest, you grew up on a farm? Or maybe she doesn’t assume that; she’s simply saying it.

I stand unmoving with my mouth gaped wide, gawking at Farrah Conner. Her big hair is pulled into a ponytail, and her tanned skin is glistening. Muscles are taut. Arms are sculpted. She’s wearing a too-tight cotton sports bra and leggings from Versace. Just came from the gym, I suppose. Cute outfit, by the way.

Takes me three tries to break free of her grasp. Still haven’t spoken.

“Who do you think you are?” Farrah adds and steps in close.

My eyes are dead even with her collarbone. “Leave me alone, Farrah.”

“Get the fuck out of town,” she demands. “Noah Dalton is out of your league. And he’s mine.”

Kathy peels herself off the pavement and somehow gets between us. Shoves Farrah, clutches my elbow, and we fast-walk out of there.

“Leave him alone!” Farrah hollers after us.

“Who is that psycho?”

“Farrah Conner.”

“What’s this about Noah Dalton?”

“You know him?”

“I know of him; I don’t know him. He’s the biggest hunk in the city.”

“He’s nice, too.”

“How do you…?”

She notices my smile.

“Are you dating him?”

“Living with him.”

“Whaaat? Why didn’t you tell me? This is huge.”

“I didn’t want anyone to know.” I clasp her hand. “Please don’t tell anyone at work.”

“Noah Dalton?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

We giggle our way back to the office.

* * *

I’m still thinking about Farrah when we sit down for supper. How could I not be?

“Saw Farrah Conner today,” I finally break down and tell Noah. Don’t know why the delay.

“Is that right?” Noah cuts a piece off his ribeye and forks it. “Where at?”

“On the way back to the office. After lunch.”

“You talk to her?” He puts the food in his mouth and chews.

“She did most of the talking.” I play with my potatoes. “Have you ever known her to be violent?”

Noah swallows and drops his fork. “What did she do?”

I tell him what she did and what she said, and then I stare at my plate.

“I’ll talk to her.” He slides his chair back. “Come here.”

I rise and ease around to his side of the table, and he pulls me onto his lap. I’m facing away from him. I’m wearing basic casual shorts and T-shirt. No bra. I’d taken a shower when I got home from work.

Noah slips both hands under my shirt and rubs my back. Then he lifts the shirt up to my neck, and I help remove it. He licks my spine, kisses my shoulder. He leans back in his chair, pulling me with him, and massages my breasts.

I grind into him. His erection is strong and stiff.

He brings a hand down and creeps it under my shorts. Plays with my clit. My head flops backward, and he drives two fingers in and works me until I orgasm.

“Stand,” he orders after my climactic shiver.

I do as he commands.

He heaves out of his chair and swipes the table clean with an arm. Glasses and plates shatter against the floor. The silverware clanks.

“Bend over.”

I place my hands on the table, palms down.

He wrenches down my shorts and underwear, and I step out of them. Bends me further by applying pressure between my shoulder blades.

His hands glide to my hips, and I glance back. He drops to his knees. Nibbles my ass cheeks, then works over my vulva with his tongue, twirling and plunging in every way imaginable. Juices run down my legs, and I flatten against the tabletop, grip the sides, stand on my toes. This is a Kodak moment.

He finally finishes, and I’m thoroughly satisfied. I push off the table, and he holds me in place. “We’re not finished.”

His belt buckle jangles and his pants slide down. Lines his cock up to my pussy and enters. Hammers away from behind as I hang on to the table for dear life. He explodes inside of me. My body convulses. It’s amazing every time.

“Wow.” He pulls out.

“Yeah, wow.” I push off the table.

He kisses me long and hard and gazes into my eyes. By the way he’s looking at me, I won’t have to worry about Farrah anymore. He’ll talk to her, and she’ll leave me alone.

At least that’s what I hope.