Noah (The Mitchell/Healy Family #1)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Noah

“Come on, Noah. Stay the night with me.” A finger trailed over my chest where she’d already unbuttoned my flannel shirt. I couldn’t help but watch her lips over-annunciate the words as she spoke to me. “I’ll make it worth your while. You know I can. Tell me you don’t want me to touch you. We both know you do. Let me give you a reason to stay. I can convince you if you give me the chance.”

I knew if I gave myself a second to think about it I’d change my mind. She was stacked in all the right places, and always aimed to please. My girlfriend, Perry, had the biggest heart and she knew just how to play me to get whatever she wanted.

She could also do this thing with her legs, by putting them behind her head and holding them there without using her hands. Thinking about it made my dick buck inside of my jeans. “Per, we talked about this.” We’d been dating for a while, and if the circumstances were different, I could have seen myself really settling down with her. She wasn’t perfect, but certainly not boring. I’d f**ked that all up a while back and there was no way out of the dilemma I’d made for myself, except to end things. She didn’t understand it, but I was trying to protect her, to save her from potentially hating not only me, but someone she cared deeply for.

Disappointment washed over her face while she used her body to try and sway me into a different decision. I could feel her tits pressing on my chest and one of her knees rubbing between the inside of my legs. If I looked down I’d be able to see the crease of her cle**age and maybe even her hardened ni**les poking out of the fabric of her top. Her bottom lip came out as she replied. “I know what you said, but –.”

She really thought that she could stop this from happening if we slept together. I had to give her points for confidence, that’s for sure. It wasn’t like she would have been wrong. Perry knew how I liked it and she never turned down the opportunity of trying out new things.

While concentrating on why I was there, I placed my finger over her lips to make her stop. At first she kissed it softly, but within a few seconds she had a hold of my wrist and was preparing to show me exactly what she was going to do to my c**k if I decided to stay. “But nothin’! This thing between us is over. It was probably over before it even started. You know it just as much as I do.” I was full of shit and she wasn’t going to accept it. She wanted the real truth; the truth that I wasn’t able to give her.

Her eyes began to moisten as a new type of pleading continued. I watched black mascara leave a trail over her cheeks. She wiped it away with her fingers. “I saw this night going differently.”

My hands grabbed both of her arms. We made eye contact while I began to try to reassure her. “I told you before why we had to end things. This has nothin’ to do with you, Per. You’re so god damn sexy, and I’m tellin’ you the truth when I say it’s goin’ to hurt me more than it’s goin’ to hurt you.” Another jolt hit my dick.

“Then don’t do it.” Her lips had begun to tremble when she spoke.

I did feel bad for what I was doing. None of this was her fault. I certainly could have pretended to work things out just to be able to get a piece whenever I wanted it. All I had to do was say the word and we’d be in bed, having amazing makeup sex.

Instead, I was trying to do the right thing. What she didn’t know was what was keeping her from telling me to go to hell. If she’d found out that I’d slept with her sister while she was out of town, she wouldn’t be standing in front of me ready to spread her legs.

It wasn’t like I planned on cheating at all. It just happened. I’d been out with a couple buddies and she was there, dancing on top of the bar. I let her have fun for a while until she began to take off her clothes. Knowing that she’d more than likely mention to her sister that she’d seen me, I felt obligated to get her home safely.

Unfortunately, once she was alone in my truck things went from innocent to crazy in a matter of seconds. While trying to keep focused on the road, clothes were being removed and thrown out the window. Being that we lived so deep in the country, street lights were non-existent. There was no way that I could get out of the truck and locate everything in the pitch black.

In my defense I did try to fight her off. It was difficult to do that with one arm, while driving with the other. By the time I’d pulled over the truck, she was climbing on top of me shoving her tongue down my throat.

I could have stopped her, forced her off of me, and called her sister to straighten her out, but I didn’t. I took one look at her naked body, that dark hair falling over her shoulders and the way her ass felt against the palms of my hands, and I couldn’t stop myself.

I took her right there, with no regard for the consequences.

What started in the truck, ended up back at her place. We both felt like shit the next morning, and it was then that I knew I had to end things with Perry. I was raised to be respectful, and accepted that my mistakes would come with sacrifices.

I liked her, but not enough to live with the lie for however long it would last. Plus, I knew that her sister meant the world to her. Losing me was something that she could get over, but losing her sister was something I was trying to avoid from happening. Taking myself out of the equation was the right thing to do.

We’d been arguing about the decision to break up for the past hour. I’d planned on saying my peace and leaving, getting the breakup over with before my parent’s big party that was planned for the next day. I may have been a cheating ass**le, but I was decent enough to not put her through a big event with my huge family when I knew all along we were going to break up.

Her cries were louder as she clung to my shirt. “I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t believe what?”

“The reason. We get along fine and you know it. This all started after I got back from Jamaica. Is that it? Are you breaking up with me because I went somewhere with my friends? Is there someone else?”

“Of course not,” I defended.

“Then what?” She got close to my face again and stared me in the eyes. I could see the hurt and distrust in them, and honestly felt terrible over it. I knew that while I was with her sister I never once thought about her, but instead enjoyed every minute of it. Sure, my alcohol consumption that night could have helped me get over that guilt hurdle quickly, but I still knew exactly what I was doing while it was happening.

Perry pushed me backwards until my knees caught the back of her couch. Before my ass hit the cushions, she was tugging off her shirt. I wanted her to stop, knowing that my anger was going to blow up shortly if this continued. She watched me while she let her shorts and underwear fall to her ankles.