“I want to fix it. I’ve let him down in the past, been the asshole when I had to be, for his own good. A couple of times I’ve not been there for him. It’s time that changed. He also agreed to do it.”
“To rebuild the relationship?”
“No, well, hopefully. But I mean the tattoo.”
“You’re getting another tattoo?” He stares at me until I get his meaning. “Me?”
“Yeah, it’s kind of a thing.”
“What does that mean?”
He grins at me. I’ve never wanted a tattoo, and I don’t want one now.
“You’ll come round, Cherry,” he cups my face and turns it to him. “You’re a part of the club now.”
“Is this some kind of MC ritual?”
He smirks and I roll my eyes. A tattoo is insane, it’s permanent. As he stares into my eyes, I melt a little, he has a way of doing that. I’m not a pushover though, he knows he can’t order me around the way he does with his men.
He pulls me up and stands me in front of him, running his hands up my thighs. It’s not so easy for us to be alone lately, with Oscar coming to live with him full-time.
He explained his mom took off and wasn’t coming back. It hurt to think a woman could leave her child like that and Noah was pissed for a while but now he’s happy.
It means we have to be careful, and then I’m still at my place a lot of the time. I’m really not ready to let go of my dad’s home. Not yet.
“Strip.”
I glower at him, but it doesn’t last long. When I step back and start removing my clothes, Noah slides off the bed and sits on the floor, watching me with hooded eyes. He crooks his finger when I’m fully nakedfor him and I walk over, placing my feet on either side of his thighs.
Seeing him in his cut used to make me nervous, now it makes me hot. He leans forward and presses his nose against my pubic bone, running his hands up the back of my thighs, he tugs me closer.
“You remember the first time I did this?” His tongue probes inside of me, then he pulls back.
It’s taking everything in me not to fall down.
“You told me you didn’t like it, Cherry.” He flicks at my clit making me jolt and grab his shoulders. “Said you couldn’t come from having your pussy licked.”
“I remember,” I breathe out.
“You don’t believe that anymore, do you?”
God no. I shake my head and move my hips slightly, making him laugh against my hot skin. I’m so wet, it’s starting to run down my inner thigh.
“You smell like fucking heaven,” he brings one hand around and uses his thumb and forefinger to spread me open, staring so intently it should embarrass me. Nothing this man does embarrasses me anymore. “Hold on tight, Cherry, I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll forget your name.” He licks me from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit, making me whimper. “But never my name. Right, Cherry.” He pinches my clit making me cry out.
“No, Noah.”
“Fuck my face, Cherry,” he growls, never being able to resist hearing me breathe out his name. “Show me how fucking much I’ve made you love this.”
I push my hips at his face and he spears his tongue into me. He doesn’t stop till I’ve fallen apart twice for him, barely able to stand but his strong hands on my waist kept me upright.
He is staring up at me, his face is soaked and his eyes are hooded as he strokes a finger inside my thigh, through the wetness.
“Here,” he says, his eyes still on me.
“What?” I ask, still half dazed.
“This is where you’ll have my name tattooed on you.”
