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I growled in pleasure and lifted her hips as her small hands wrapped around my cock and lined me up with her core. Instead of a slow and steady start, I thrusted my hips upward so roughly her hands flew to my chest to keep herself in place.

“Fuck, Max. Yes, just like that.”

She lifted her hips and met my movements until she pushed me down and a light lit up her eyes that I had never seen before. She reached for her purse on the nightstand as she gently rocked her hips and before I realized what was happening, a small lipstick sized vibrator was in her hand. I reached for it and turned it on, sliding it between us so it was perfectly in line with her clit. Noelle’s head fell back, and she changed the way she moved on top of me. Rather than sliding up and down my cock, her walls clenched slightly around me as she rocked her hips with me fully seated inside her. Grinding herself forward with each movement, her breathing quickly became irregular, and I reached for her nipples, pinching and pulling them as she fucked herself with my cock, taking everything she needed.

“God, you are so fucking gorgeous,” I said as I pushed her long hair out of her face and held it in my hands so I could watch as she came undone. Her body trembled as her mouth fell open and the most beautiful sound fell from her lips as her pussy clenched around my cock, pulling my orgasm from me within seconds.

Noelle collapsed on top of me, and I held her tight. “My love, I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve you. This is heaven. You are an angel. A fucking hot as hell angel that turns my entire life on end, but still something otherworldly.”

Her soft laugh rippled through the quiet room, an antidote to the weighty silence that had descended upon us following dinner with the family. That sweet sound, so distinctively hers, lightened my heart, and I couldn’t help but return her infectious smile. If I could, I would keep her here forever, wrapped in our own protective cocoon, sheltered from the world and its disappointments.

As her breathing gradually slowed, I laid there in quiet contemplation. For the first time in my life, I was acutely aware that I had everything I had ever wanted within arm’s reach. My business was flourishing, secure enough to provide for her and our future family. Even though the family’s acceptance of us would take time, the most important approval, mom’s, was already secured. I had friendship with my siblings and of course, Rocco.

Added to that, I was blessed with wonderful nieces and nephews I adored more than anything. And of course, I had her, Noelle, the woman I loved more than life itself, safely ensconced in my arms. In all respects, everything was perfect. Almost.

The only thing casting a shadow on my happiness was the years I spent penning those letters to Noelle. The lengths I had gone to protect her, the wrath I’d unleashed on the men who had harmed her, all shrouded in secrecy. The guilt, like a dormant volcano, was bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment. How would she react if I told her everything? Would it shatter her trust in me? For now, it seemed wiser to leave it unsaid, even if the guilt gnawed at me, promising to slowly chip away at my peace. The fact that she hadn’t brought them up since the first night she came to me didn’t sit well. Did she still suspect it had been me all along?

A soft squeeze brought me back from my musing. “I thought you fell asleep on me,” I whispered, as I felt her arms tighten around me.

“That’s kind of hard to do when your dick is still hard and inside me,” she said with a laugh.

“Sorry about that. He has a mind of his own and it’s only centered on you.”

“I can get behind a one-track mind.”

I wrapped my arms around her again and flipped us around so she was on her back, thrusting my cock deeper inside her. Her laughter washed away any negative or concerning thoughts I’d had in the silence and my mind was once again consumed by all things Noelle.

“Let me show you what I can really do with him.”

Chapter Eleven

Noelle

NewYear’swasbetterthan Christmas. My siblings finally acknowledged the existence of Max and I as a couple. Dad even went as far as to approach Max at one point, engaging him in a conversation that left me puzzled and curious. Upon returning home, I asked Max about the strange interaction between them. He couldn’t quite decipher the exchange himself. All he knew was that Dad had made small talk, as if the past was simply water under the bridge, and I chose to view that as a promising sign. The men in my life were notoriously inept at admitting their mistakes, and my dad was no exception.

I pulled up to the shop with two bags of greasy burgers from Rosie’s. It had become a bit of a Friday tradition over the last few weeks, and I loved having the chance to spend time with Max in the middle of the day. When I walked in, he was busy talking to a guy who was dropping off a truck, so I headed into his office. Rocco wasted no time claiming two burgers before retreating to the back of the shop. Some days he ate with us, other days he gave us some space and I respected the hell out of him for it. I was setting out food when the phone started ringing and no one looked as if they were going to make a move to answer it, so I did.

“Max’s Auto, how can I help you?”

“Hi, I have an appointment to drop off my car tomorrow, but I was wondering if I could come earlier in the day,” the woman on the other end explained.

“Uh, sure,” I replied, slightly taken aback. “Let me take down your number, and I’ll have Max or Rocco call you back when they’re free.”

As I rummaged through the desk drawer for a pen and paper, my eye caught a hint of pink in the dark recesses of the drawer. It was as if some unknown force pulled me to them. The woman’s voice on the phone became a distant echo as my focus honed in on that familiar color. With shaking hands, I pulled out the edge of a pink envelope - the same shade, the same feel as the ones my secret admirer had been using for years.

The phone dropped from my hands as I extracted more and more envelopes from the back of the drawer. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood there, a growing stack of secret love letters held in trembling hands. Anguish washed over me, a torrent of betrayal and disbelief. How could Max keep this from me? Why would he?

In my blind panic, I knocked over the chair as I stumbled away from the desk. My mind was racing, and I felt the room spin. I grabbed my purse and made a wild dash for the door, just as Max looked up from his work and glanced through the glass window separating his office from the auto shop. He stood there, frozen, watching as our world shattered in a single moment. His eyes locked onto mine, and in that instant, I felt the fool I had been my entire adult life.

Ignoring Max’s shouts, I threw myself into my car and sped away. All I knew was that I needed to get away from him, from the shop, from everything that reminded me of him. The streets of our small town blurred past as I made my way to the highway, my mind whirling in confusion, heartache, and betrayal.

It had been hours since I turned my phone off and started walking through the mall when I arrived in Rochester. It was one of the larger cities near us and I needed to be some place where I didn’t know anyone who would look at me with pity once they realized that yet again I fucked things up and found a man I thought was honest and true. I found solace in a dark movie theater, watching a romantic comedy unfold on the screen while my own love story lay in shambles. I watched the few couples around me lost in their world, oblivious to my heartache. Bitter resentment bubbled within me as my dreams of a future with Max all came crashing down. An internal battle raged within me, between hatred for Max’s deception and an irrational urge to justify his actions. I knew he was scared to tell our parents about us being together. Could that have been what caused him to keep his distance for as long as he did? I thought back to the letters realizing the words that brought me happiness in such shitty times were still him and that hurt. It was like every good memory I had was tarnished by a lie. I loved Max so much and what he did to me just wasn’t fair. The second the thought entered my mind I heard my mother’s voice correcting me.“Nothing in life is ever fair.”She wasn’t always right but she was about that. The realization struck me that I wouldn’t know the truth unless I confronted him.

After leaving the theater, I was surprised to find that darkness had fallen. The screen of my phone was lit up with a barrage of missed calls and text messages. I dismissed them all and trudged towards my car.

Once inside, I put the key in the ignition and turned it just for nothing to happen. I tried again and the same thing. Lights on the dash would light up, but the damn thing wouldn’t turn over. I screamed. I screamed so loud that the woman walking by my car with her son picked him up and ran. Anger rose in me faster than it ever had and I beat the fuck out of my steering wheel. With no other option, I called my Eve. The relief in her voice was evident, but it did nothing to alleviate my emotional turmoil.

“Thank god, Noelle! Where are you? Everyone is freaking out.”

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