Noah (The Mitchell/Healy Family #1)(42)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“You didn’t tell me that. You wanted to be a singer?”

I chuckled and thought back to the moment I found out about my uncle. “Well, my uncle was in this band. It was pretty popular back in the day, and I thought nothin’ was cooler. I even learned to play the guitar so I could be like him.”

“Did he teach you?”

I shook my head. “Nah. My dad did. It was something we used to do on the porch of our house after dinner. I haven’t played for a long time.”

“Why? Where is your uncle now?”

I didn’t want to tell her. For better words, I couldn’t bring myself to. “It doesn’t matter. He used me for a publicity stunt and ruined a chance of ever bein’ somethin’ to me. He got into drugs, and alcohol, lost his wife, and any chance of ever livin’ a normal life. The business did that to him. I’ve hated him ever since, but I know being famous was the real culprit.” I paused for a moment and took another sip of champagne. “Besides, it was when my mom was sick. We’ve all tried to put that part of our lives behind us.”

Shalan leaned her head on me. “So, that’s why you don’t care whether you’re a part of this or not? You think that fame will make you like him?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. I just know it ain’t somethin’ I’ll like doin’. I know I walked away from the ranch, but that don’t mean I won’t want to settle down one day. I don’t want to be in some kind of spotlight. I just want to make my own decisions. Does that make sense?”

“All I’ve ever wanted to be was a famous singer. I think I wanted it because I never thought it was going to happen. Who would have thought that running away from a crime would land me here, with this opportunity,” she turned and faced me. “And with you, Noah.”

I could feel our connection, so I knew exactly what she was talking about. Though it had come by surprise, with both of us getting out of relationships, there was definitely something happening between us. I moved in and kissed her slowly on the lips, slowly allowing it to intensify as we sat there. When I pulled away her eyes remain closed. “Does this mean you forgive me for losin’ my shit earlier?”

Her lips answered when she reached in for another kiss. “Maybe.”

“I gotta tell ya, darlin’, it’s gettin’ real hard to sit here and have this conversation, when all I want to do is be inside of you.”

She backed up on the bed and let her arms fall over her head. I had a full view of that body and I couldn’t decide where to start.

Shalan

I couldn’t hold my excitement in.

How many people run away from something horrible and fall into their dream situation? I didn’t want to jump the gun, but I’d been given a real chance at something that I’d wanted my whole life. Noah was the reason for it all, and I couldn’t stay angry with him for his earlier rant.

The truth was that I already cared more for him than I should, more than I thought possible after only a few days.

It was possible that my attraction was out of thanks. I mean, he’d saved my ass, brought me to this wonderful place, where we’d been given this opportunity. It could have been all of those things. Still, when we were alone, something else was there.

I lusted for him, felt jealous when other women looked at him, and was drawn to him every way possible.

Champagne.

I’d never really been a fan until I watched it saturate Noah’s lips. Somehow, he’d made it less nasty to taste, almost like it was liquid sex, filling me with confidence to give him a night he’d always remember.

I wasn’t trying to seduce him into staying, and if it seemed that way, I didn’t mean it. Noah was a grown man, who’d obviously carried an opinion about the music industry for a long time. Since I had to appreciate his feelings in the matter, the only thing left to do was satiate each other with what we did best together.

Sex.

Noah brought the bottle to my lips again, filling my mouth with the bubbling concoction. He kissed me, using his slow moving tongue to get a rise out of me. “Lay down, darlin’.”

I followed his direction, lying on my back, but never taking my eyes off of his. Butterflies traveled from the tips of my hardened ni**les to my toes, centralizing right between my legs. I gasped when I felt the chilled liquid being poured into my belly button.

Noah reached down and slurped it out, lapping up the residual amount that had run over onto my sides.

The champagne was cold, which in turn made my pu**y become hotter. It was crying for attention and Noah was about to take care of that dilemma. He took the outside of the bottle and rubbed it between my legs over my sex. The freezing cold glass made me jump when it hit my sensitive skin. I took a deep, shocking breath and looked down at what he was doing. A smile formed across his face while he played with the tip of the bottle, as if he were going to stick it inside of me. “Don’t.” It was freaking me out.

He chuckled. “Darlin’, I won’t hurt you. Close your eyes and relax.”

“Don’t you dare stick that bottle inside of me. I will kick the shit out of you.”

I put one of my feet onto his shoulder. The bottle moved away from my pu**y as one of his hands grabbed ahold of my leg. He tickled my ankle with his stubby face before kissing it. Then he made his way up to my calves. I took my other foot and ran it underneath his balls, letting him know two could tease.

His hand pressed firmly over my skin as it worked it’s way to my inner thigh. I could sense his fingers so close to where I wanted them to be. My breathing intensified and I panted knowing it was about to be touched again.

Noah sat up and tilted the bottle, letting the champagne drip over my hot muff. The cold liquid caused me to jerk my body. Noah leaned down and licked it away. He moaned something as he did it, causing the sound to vibrate off of my skin. When he sat back up, I felt my lower folds being separated. He smiled and bit down on his lip while watching himself pour a few more drips in between my folds.

I felt so turned on that I reached up and began touching my br**sts, watching myself doing it.

While he focused on the lower part of my body, I massaged and gave the top equal attention. It didn’t take him long to notice what I was doing. Within seconds he was all about watching me. I stopped what I was doing and arched my body. He brought the bottle to my lips, pouring out so much that it trickled down the front of my chest. Before I could complain for him to be more careful, he was licking from my stomach up, paying close attention to my ni**les that hadn’t been exposed to champagne.