Page 48 of Noah's Reckoning
“Come on, you have to at least try it,” Noah urged me. We were at a bar having a drink before we headed back to my house after another perfect day.
We’d gone out for brunch. Then Noah had taken me bowling. I was horrible, he was awesome. Shocking. When the gloating got to be too bad, I threatened him with a night of playing gin rummy instead of sex. He quickly shut up.
Now we were winding down after a dinner of burgers and fries at this dive bar Noah loved. I found I loved it too.
I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t think I’m going to like it.”
He leaned close to my ear. “You tried my cum and you seem to like that.”
“Noah!” My outrage was mostly fake. “Okay, fine.”
I took the glass that had two fingers of deep brown liquid and sipped it gingerly. Fire exploded on my tongue and I immediately started coughing. Which he thought was hysterically funny.
“I knew it! You were trying to trick me.” This time my outrage was real.
“This is top-shelf whiskey,” he argued. “Daniels would be offended at your reaction.”
“I’ll stick to my white wine,” I said.
“You’ve barely touched it,” he pointed out.
“Maybe I want to be sober enough to appreciate all those orgasms you’re going to give me tonight,” I told him. Which wasn’t entirely a lie. But if I was honest with myself, I was also thinking about the prospect of being pregnant. Why that wasn’t freaking me out more, I didn’t know. I only knew there was this calmness inside me. I couldn’t share that with Noah. No doubt, he would freak out that I wasn’t freaking out.
“Yeah, we’re going to break the twenty mark tonight.”
I shook my head at his audacity “I can’t believe you’re still keeping score.”
“My own personal game of pussy rummy.”
“Noah!” Real outrage.
“Hey, speaking of trying new things, maybe now is the time to bring up the subject of anal.”
My jaw dropped. “Noah.” This time I shouted loud enough to have other patrons in the bar look at us.
He chuckled and leaned in to me. “We can start with a little ass play, see if you’re into it.”
“Hard no,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Have I done anything to you that hasn’t felt good?”
“No,” I admitted grudgingly.
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and I punched his arm.
“Soft no, then,” he said. “And we’ll see where that goes.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Yes, but I think you like it.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Still, I had to pretend to be somewhat civilized. “We’re two highly educated people, we should be able to find something else to talk about besides sex.”
“Of course we could but it wouldn’t be as much fun.” He took a sip of his drink then and I could see he was debating whether to say what he was thinking. He obviously came to a conclusion. “There is one thing I wanted to ask you, though. How long do you think you’ll stay at Dyson?”
The question caught me off guard. There had always been a five-year plan. Work with Noah. See what he was doing that was so unique in the North Sea, then move on to a larger oil company.
