“Noah,” I whisper, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
I don’t wait for a response from him and continue to work my way down his dick, loving the noises leaving his mouth and the way he wraps his hand around my shoulder. He doesn’t try to speed me up or force himself deeper into my mouth. He lets me lead, lets me meet his body in a new and intimate way.
And when his warmth shoots into the back of my throat, I feel a smile spread across my face.
Noah’s eyes are wild with lust as I lick the side of my mouth.
But as if we read each other’s minds, he laughs. “Yeah, I’m not tasting you for the first time having you smothering your noises with a pillow. There’s no way.”
I give him a bashful smile, laying my head on his chest with a yawn. “Fair enough.”
Noah runs a hand along my spine, letting out a contented sigh.
Then he tells me a bedtime story about a giraffe that loves blue cheese. We giggle in the darkness at his terrible storytelling. I try to stay awake, to talk and giggle all night, but after a few hours, with one last kiss I’m lulled to sleep curled up in the arms of my best friend.
Twenty-Eight: Audrey
my home - AWIN
He bought the style of house I used to picture us living in, right down to the color and wraparound porch. I’m speechless. He knew what my dream house was, I spent half of my life talking about where I’d want to live, but I didn’t expect him to actually buy it.
Noah gives me a boyish smile as if he can read my thoughts. “You like it?”
I look at him with wide eyes. “I love it.”
I love you.
Connor and a few other guys from the team help Noah unload the boxes into the house, but as I step through the front door, it feels like they’re also moving me into my future home.
“Where do you want me?” I ask Noah as everyone else moves around.
“In the kitchen,” Noah replies quickly.
“Jesus, Noah. Are you implying my sister belongs in the kitchen?” Connor teases, earning a laugh from a bunch of the guys.
Noah shoves Connor. “No, because she’ll organize the kitchen stuff better than any of you dummies ever could. You’re here to carry the boxes and furniture in. She’s here to make the house a home.”
Aw.
They don’t argue with that and start moving boxes into the house.
He kisses my forehead, leading me in front of the oversized kitchen sink. “You okay here?”
I don’t know if he’s asking if I’m okay in the kitchen or if I’d be okay to live here someday, but the answer is an easy yes to both of the questions. The kitchen has a west-facing window that overlooks the large deck and pool. Perfect for sunsets.
“Will you stay the night tonight?” Noah asks.
“Of course. Why do you think I packed such a large bag today?” I reply with a playful smile.
“Okay. In that case, I’ll prioritize getting the bed all set up first.”
He gives me a devilish smile before heading out to help the guys.
I open a box of light-blue dishes, humming under my breath, arranging the kitchen one piece at a time.
“Hello!” a voice I’ve come to dislike calls out.
What is she doing here?
