Noah (The Mitchell/Healy Family #1)(31)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I flipped her around so she was facing me. Her eyes, filled with both fear and excitement, glistened as the sunset came through the window. “Like I said, if I can’t play.”

I laughed and walked away, leaving her standing there vulnerable.

I tugged off my shirt, kicked off my jeans, and removed my boxers before I walked in the bathroom to take a shower. Shalan, who could only see the back of me, said nothing in response. If she wanted to keep playing hard to get, I was going to make her suffer.

The water beat down on my face. It was refreshing, but also a reminder of what I could be getting in the next room. I looked down at my rock hard c**k and knew I was going to have to take care of the problem myself. It wasn’t like I could ask her for assistance and expect it to get done.

I took matters into my own hands, literally, and closed my eyes, imagined the way her lips felt to kiss. I pictured them around me, sucking me off so hard. My release came faster than usual, probably because I was so pent up, or more so because the women in the next room was something I was eager to have. The truth was that women didn’t turn me down often, and I wasn’t about to let this one slip away without a fight.

What kept me motivated was knowing that, given the chance, I’d rock her world, and not just with a song, but with something I was sure she’d never experienced before with her ex. I was prepared to satisfy her first; to give her the best f**k of her life, if and when the time came.

The only problem with that plan, was the wait.

Noah

She looked gorgeous in the dress.

I’d purchased it after I took her out for dinner. It was difficult to convince her that she should dress the part. Finally she agreed, but only if I let her pay me back, whenever she could afford it.

I purposely hid the tag, knowing she never would have let me buy the dress if she knew it was a hundred bucks. It was just a little gesture, probably with less fabric than one of my fifteen dollar shirts. The whole thing was covered in this red shiny shit that I knew would shine from the lights above the stage. As soon as she put it on she began to sparkle.

Her hair was down for a change, and natural curls covered the ends. Her makeup, on the heavier side, still looked like perfection, contrasting those blue eyes. Now more than ever, I wanted what she hadn’t given me.

The place was jam-packed with people. Most had a table full of beverages, and seemed to be enjoying the environment. We’d walked in together, and after taking one look at her I knew she was freaking out. “Hey, cut it out. We’ll do fine.”

She grabbed my hand and continued looking forward. “It’s more crowded than it was yesterday.”

“Focus on me if you have to, darlin’. I’ll keep you straight.” I squeezed her hand.

“You’re just trying to get into my pants.”

When she turned to look at me I smiled. “I really don’t need to try, Shalan. Lets not kid ourselves. You’re stallin’ the inevitable. After this show tonight I’m goin’ to have you, whether you’re ready to admit it or not.”

“Keep telling yourself that, cowboy. I’m not as easy as you’re assuming.”

“You don’t have to be easy to wrestle in the sheets with me. I’ll take you places that you ain’t ever been before.”

She gave me these big, beady eyes. “Stop it. I need to focus on singing.”

The band members who had introduced themselves one at time previously, approached us. Shalan put on a professional face and started going over the song choices. I almost laughed at some of the things she’d decided for us to sing together, but noticed that the band thought her selections were spot on. For the most part, I’d sing backup, allowing her to take center stage.

We started about thirty minutes after meeting them, and the first song was an easy one. The music started to play, but Shalan didn’t budge. She was frozen on the stage, petrified to open her mouth in front of the new crowd of people.

I got up from the stool and approached her from behind. My hands slipped around her waist and I put my lips up to her ear, mostly so she could hear me over the loud background music playing. “Breathe, woman. You’ve got this.”

She looked back at me and I shot her a wink. With a smile and a prayer, she started swaying to the beat. Then she sang Joplin, like she’d sung the night before. Her voice, as angelic as the first time I’d heard it, did things to me. Every time I caught her looking my way I made sure to give her a nod. She was doing great, and deep inside that scared persona, she knew she was putting on a perfect performance.

After that things fell into place. Song after song she loosened up, even at one point getting the crowd to participate. I was in awe over her, suddenly noticing that no woman had ever captivated me the way she was doing.

After our first set, we all walked outside to cool off. The band members seemed pleased with our performance, but spoke amongst themselves about someone we didn’t know. Shalan, who was standing away from everyone, caught my stare. She smiled as I walked in the direction of where she was standing. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” she answered. “It’s a little overwhelming. I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

I leaned against the brick building right next to her. “You’re doin’ great. The crowd loves you. You’re a natural, you know that?”

She shrugged. “That’s what my mom always said.”

“She knew what she was talkin’ about.”

I looked toward her, spotting the sweat that was running between her cle**age. My mouth watered and I licked my lips, feeling a jump in my dick immediately. I faced her and ran one finger over the outside of her arm. Our eyes met, and her lips parted. “We need to get back inside, Noah.”

I pinned her against the brick and leaned my face forward until our lips gently grazed. “Not until I get what I want.”

She wasn’t scared of my acknowledgement. In fact, she kissed me without fuss.

I checked the street and noticed that everyone had gone inside except for us. Knowing that we were alone, I took my hands and ran them down her hips, lifting her dress until I felt her panties. I gripped her ass and pulled her against me, letting her feel what she was already doing to me. “You feel that?”

She nodded and looked me right in the eyes.

I lifted her with both hands still on her ass. “Tell me you want me, Shalan. I’m tired of playin’ games. We need to f**k so I can calm down. You’ve got me wired.”