Page 36 of Noel I Won’t
“Oh, just give me a chance,” I said. “With a little recovery time, I’ll show you just how much better I can do.”
“Hmm. My toys don’t need recovery time.”
I jabbed him in the ribs, and he laughed. “Ow, what the—” I continued, digging my fingers into his side, watching him twitch and writhe. “Okay! You’re better than any toy. There. I said it. Stop tickling me!”
I lifted my hands. “That’s bett—ah!”
Hopper grabbed me and tossed me onto my back, then pinned me down and kissed me until I was breathless. He was bigger than me, stronger. I couldn’t dislodge him, so I didn’t bother trying.
I liked to top in bed, but that was mainly because I loved the idea of all that strength submitting to my desires. So, Hopper showing me just how much strength he had, and that he’d given it all over to my pleasure, was heady stuff.
“What are we doing?” he asked suddenly, eyes seeing me out. “Is this just some fun or…”
Damn. I’d hoped we wouldn’t have this talk yet. I didn’t want to burst the bubble. “I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” he said. “So are we one and done, then, or?—”
“Hell no.” I surged up and kissed him. “We’re on until I’m off to Chicago. I want a lot more of you, if you’re up for that.”
He broke into a relieved smile. “Yeah, I think I am. You always going to be so bossy in bed?”
“Pretty much always.”
He moved his thighs to either side of my hips, rubbing against my sated cock. “And what will you do if I want to strip you naked and suck your dick until you’re hard and desperate again?”
I groaned as I wiggled beneath him. “I’d say you’ve earned it.”
He grinned as he grabbed my sweater and yanked it up and over my head. “Good answer.”
CHAPTER 14
HOPPER
When I woke,Noel was gone. He must have returned to his room before dawn.
I couldn’t blame him. The Grisolds probably wouldn’t have a problem with us getting involved, but they might get their hopes up for more than a holiday fling.
It was going to be tough enough to manage my own hopes, so it was good Noel was gone, really. Even if I’d secretly hoped to wake with him warm and sleepy in my arms.
I showered and changed, then went to the kitchen. I was the first to arrive this morning, so I put on a pot of coffee.
The counter was laden with baked goods: loaves of cranberry-orange bread, raspberry brownies, peppermint bark, more cinnamon rolls, and dozens of Christmas cookie kits with frosting and sprinkles just waiting to be decorated at home.
The peanut brittle Noel had been working on when I got home last night still sat in the middle of the table. I scooped up that container and put it with the rest.
“Noel got busy last night.”
I startled and turned. “Uh, what?”
Ed blinked bleary eyes at me. “All the baking.” He rubbed his hands together. “Breakfast should be good today.”
“Oh, right.” I laughed, trying to ignore the tiny flicker of guilt that I’d fucked Ed’s son. Really, to be technical, Noel had fucked me—and loved it. But it was weird to look at Ed, who had been a better father to me than my own had, and know that I was doing dirty things with his son.
“He’s amazing,” I said. My tone came out a little too fervent, and Ed gave me a funny look, so I rushed to add, “With the baking, I mean. I can’t believe he got so much done.”
“Well, Maggie helped, of course,” Ed said with a rusty chuckle. “We’re not ready to go out to pasture yet.”
“Of course not.”
