Page 91 of Still Yours
Everybody stays to help with the cleanup. Ma falls asleep as soon as we leave her bedroom, Noa assisting with that by giving her nightly pain meds.
When the last plate is rinsed and put in the dishwasher, our guests say their goodbyes.
Aaron, unsurprisingly, is the last to leave, taking a bottle of my best whiskey with him to the B&B he’s staying at in town.
“I’ll be here until Sunday evening,” he says as he heads out. “Let’s have a meeting that morning for brunch. We can discuss your next steps.”
It’s unavoidable and a large reason he’s here. Millspace’s deadline is fast approaching, and I don’t feel any closer to finalizing the deal. My laptop is growing cobwebs. I’m risking millions by delaying and my reputation is on the line. Every drop of sweat I’ve put into my career, every sacrifice, everyreasonto leave Falcon Haven and Noa behind will be for nothing.
That alone should spur me into action, but the next morning, after a night on the pull-out instead of beside Noa, I don’t give a fuck.
It’s no great shock to see Noa fussing around in the kitchen when I wander in, rubbing the top of my head.
“You’re up early,” she observes.
She turns, and I take her in. She’s in running gear, tight leggings, and a form-fitting zip-up. I’d call the color bluish-purple, a spectacular complement to her dark hair and pale complexion.
Her breasts are squished up and held in the exact position they need to be for me to hold them in both palms and lick between the creases.
In fact …
Her gaze lowers to my midsection, where my hard-on is visible through my briefs.
“Stone,” she says, her attention staying on my cock.
I respond by crowding in on her and placing my arms on either side, pressing her back into the fridge.
“Mm. You look so fucking delicious right now.”
A small smile tickles her lips. “I was about to go for a run.”
I lower my head, sucking on the side of her neck. “I can think of a better way to burn calories.”
She moans, her head tilting so my tongue can have better access. “Stone, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Isn’t this what you want?” I murmur into her warm skin. “Good sex? That’s what we do, right?”
Her head straightens. “Um. Yes, sure, but?—”
“Then let’s fuck.”
I cup her ass and lift her until her legs wrap around my torso.
She lets me kiss her and mewls softly when I massage her ass cheeks, but she pulls away and wriggles out of my hold. “I can’t. Not right now.”
I release her.
“Use me.” I splay out my hands. “For your pleasure.”
Her expression ripples. “We can’t. I wanted to get a run in before your mom wakes up. I’m sure she will need extra caretoday after all the activity yesterday. She’ll be up soon, and I have pent-up frustration to release, too. It’s not just you.”
Point made. “You’re right. I’ll watch her. Get a run in.”
“Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
She pauses halfway through her turn to the door. “I want to.”
