Noah (The Mitchell/Healy Family #1)(41)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I unlocked the door and let her walk inside first. She kept standing, waiting for me to close the door behind me. “So you’re just going to give up on what you want? You’re going to settle for a life that you don’t want?” She leaned against the dresser, while I sat down on the bed facing her. “I just don’t understand how you can be so selfless. It’s very commendable. I’ll give you that. I just don’t understand how you can live out your whole life for the benefit of everyone besides yourself. One would think that you’d at least want to try something else before you settled.”

I placed my hands on my knees and looked up at her. “How do you even know there’s somethin’ out there that’s better? Maybe this is all I’m good at?” This was my decision, not hers.

“I’ve heard your voice. Don’t tell me that there’s no talent there, Noah. Have you even considered how good we could be together? I just know I wouldn’t even be here right now if it wasn’t for you. It seems unfair that I’d take this chance without you.”

“You need to. You said this is what you’ve always wanted.”

She walked closer to me, breaking the distance between us, and making it hard for me to concentrate on anything other than her body; and too close to not want to touch. “Don’t make me beg, Noah.” Shalan took her finger and raised my chin, obviously seeing that I was focused on her chest. “Please.”

In those beautiful eyes I saw fear, and I hated that I was considering leaving her all alone in the big city that she wasn’t familiar with. Still, I had to think about my family, and the fact that they’d have my back for the rest of my life, which was something that someone I just met couldn’t guarantee. In the end my decision had to be the right one for me. I wasn’t willing to run off on some whim to try and make it big singing, after two nights of filling in for someone. Shalan had a real chance at making it big. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever heard a more beautiful voice.

When I didn’t answer she moved back a couple steps and turned around. “While you’re thinking, can you help me out of this dress? The zipper is difficult.”

While my hand started pulling down the zipper, I couldn’t help but to look at the skin that was there underneath of the sheer fabric. I moved her hair to the side and leaned down to kiss the back of her neck. Shalan leaned to the side, allowing me even more room for my lips to explore.

The moment my tongue made contact with her sultry skin I knew I was in trouble. The urge for more was apparent as a jolt from my dick reminded me what it wanted. Shalan turned around, wrapping her arms around my neck, and leaning up to place her lips against mine. Kissing her wasn’t like any other women I’d messed around with. Something about her made the experience toxic for me. I knew that she was seducing me with her silky skin and sexy eyes, and so did she.

There’s only so much a man can take before he loses himself. There’s an extent we get to where we know when to walk away. I was crossing that line with Shalan, and I wanted to keep on going. She wasn’t a stranger any longer, which meant that she was becoming something else to me; something more.

I’d left Kentucky to find my place, and instead found her. I knew I had to go home, but the mere thought of walking away from such a woman was making me go crazy.

Our kissing became intense, both of us knowing where it was leading. Her dress fell to the floor, leaving me with only black panties and a bra to remove. Shalan tugged on the edge of my shirt and lifted it up to where I could pull it easily over my head. In between kisses, I fought with her bra until finally freeing her br**sts from it. She backed away and leaned on the dresser, motioning for me to come closer. I did as I was ordered and was swiftly flipped around and shoved against the piece of furniture. Shalan dropped to her knees and began tugging down my jeans. Once she had them down to my ankles I stepped out of them. With no warning she pulled the elastic of my boxers and freed my cock. The erection that faced her caused her to lick her lips. I licked mine knowing that she was about to suck me off. Instead, she ran her hands up my thighs until they wouldn’t go any higher. The back of her hand rubbed over my balls, soft enough where I could barely feel it. I felt her tongue rolling over the inside of my left leg. She lapped over the other side, focusing on only what she was doing. Her eyes came up to meet my c**k and I watched how focused she was on the tip. She pretended to lick it, not once but three times. I jerked it, causing a smile to cross over her face. I dug into her dark hair and yanked her back away from her next attempt to lick my skin. "Stop playin’ around, darlin’."

"I can do what I want, darlin’," she mocked me, reaching in for another attempt.

Someone knocking on the door broke our focus. I walked over to the door wearing nothing, and not really caring who it was. No one was going to screw up my night.

A hotel employee stood on the other side. “Excuse the intrusion sir. I was told to deliver this to your room tonight.” He started to push a cart with champagne and two glasses in the room. I grabbed the thing away from him and maneuvered my body behind the door. “I got this, man. Hang on, I’ll get you a tip.”

All of a sudden the guy turned crimson red and stared at something behind me. Shalan had gotten up and started to walk to the bathroom as the cart was being wheeled in. She couldn’t have known that the door would open so far, especially since I wasn’t dressed. Just as quick as she’d appeared, I watched her vanish. The kid backed away from the door and put up his hands. “Don’t worry about it, sir. Have a good night.” I couldn’t help but notice a smile across his face when he turned to walk away.

Shalan came out of the bathroom just as I wheeled in the cart. She picked up the card and read it, while I focused on nothing but her naked body. “It’s from the guys. They said congratulations, and that we better drink the whole bottle because it cost them a ton.”

I started laughing and picked up the bottle of champagne, opening it easily. Shalan sat down on the bed with her hands folded in her lap. The bubbly drink started pouring out of the top and I slurped it up enough to where it wouldn’t fall to the floor. Shalan giggled and I turned my attention back to her. Instead of using a glass, I put the bottle to her lips and lifted it to allow an easy sip. She licked her lips as I pulled it away. “I guess everyone wants us to celebrate.”

I sat down next to her and took another drink, all the while knowing I wasn’t being classy, whatsoever. “Seems so. It all just seems so unreal to me. I haven’t wanted to do anything in the music business since I was a kid.”