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I closed my eyes, savoring his touch, every inch of me tingling in anticipation. His lips trailed kisses down my neck, makingme shiver as he licked and nipped his way down towards my collarbone.
Suddenly, he grinned wickedly and rolled us both over so I was straddling him again. He cupped my ass with both hands and lifted me just enough for the tip of his cock to brush between my folds. We both groaned as he thrust inside me in one swift motion, filling me so exquisitely. With each moan that rumbled up from deep in his throat, his hips rocked up to meet mine. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me, and my body trembled with wanton desire.
His fingers dug into my hips, urging me to move against him, his hard length pressing against my core, aching for release. I could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as he pulsed inside me, driving me wild with anticipation. I gyrated my hips with abandon until I felt the familiar heat build deep within me. He kissed and nipped at my neck, sending tingles across my collarbone that made me gasp for breath.
“Noah!” I cried out, arching my back.
We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies becoming one in an erotic dance that left us both panting heavily. His hands roamed over my body like possessive claws, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His teeth nipped at my earlobe playfully but with an edge of dominance that made me want to beg for more.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned against my ear.
That was enough to send me over the edge. My orgasm exploded in my core, my inner walls clenching Noah’s dick. He moaned as he came with me, clutching me tight and burying his face in my neck.
As our breathing slowed and the world steadied around us, Noah kept his arms wrapped around me. The heat of his body created a cocoon of warmth I didn’t want to leave.
And I didn’t have to.
44
NOAH
Zoey’s leg bounced up and down, and she kept wringing her hands in her lap, glancing out the window, then at me as we drove to the airport.
“Mom, what’s Grandma like? Is she nice? Does she like dogs?” Ro asked from his booster seat, his little face scrunched up in curiosity.
“She’s very nice, sweetie. And she loves animals,” Zoey replied, turning to give him a tight smile. “You’ve talked to her on the phone before, remember?”
“Yeah, but that was a long time ago. Before Dad got mad when we tried to call her,” Ro said matter-of-factly.
Zoey flinched slightly, and I took her trembling hand in mine, interlacing our fingers.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay.” I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “I know this is a big step, facing your mom again after everything with Sam and George. But you’re doing the right thing. I’m really proud of you, Zo.”
She glanced over at me, her lips quivering as she mustered a grateful smile. “I haven’t seen her since before Ro was born. I don’t know if I can explain it all to her.”
“You don’t have to tell her everything at once. Just take it slow and focus on reconnecting. I bet she’s going to be thrilled to finally meet Ro in person.”
“What if she’s ashamed of me for staying with George for so long even though he was hurting me?” Zoey’s words were barely above a whisper, thick with fear and doubt.
My heart ached at the pain etched on her face. I knew the scars from her father’s abuse and George’s cruelty ran deep.
“She won’t be ashamed. If anything, she’ll be in awe of how strong you’ve been, how brave you are for getting yourself and Ro out of there. Just like I am in awe of you every single day.”
Zoey leaned into my touch and let out a shaky breath. “I don’t feel very brave,” she admitted, her usually bright eyes clouded with ghosts from her past.
“You are,” I insisted. “You’re a survivor, Zo. And today is the start of claiming your life back. I’ll be right there with you, every step.”
As we pulled up to the airport terminal, I sent up a silent prayer, hoping this visit would help Zoey face her demons and heal. She deserved that chance.
I gave Zoey’s hand a reassuring squeeze as we parked. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant, before she turned to me with a small smile.
“You know, Noah,” she said, “maybe you should consider reaching out to your dad, too. Have that talk, like we discussed the other day.”
Her words caught me off-guard. “My dad? I don’t know, Zo. It’s... complicated.”
Zoey nodded, her expression understanding yet firm. “I know. But I think there’s more to him than you believe. It could be good for you both to clear the air.”
My insides twisted into a knot. The thought of confronting my father, of dredging up the past, filled me with dread. Sure, things had been easier lately, but…
