Page 39 of Sweet Surrender

“Let’s go.” Taking his hand, I pulled him along behind me, only letting go once we were out in the hall again.

“Remind me to return the favor later,” he told me in a soft voice before we parted ways.

As if I wouldn’t.

As if he would need to be reminded.

18

NOAH

“Noah.”

Nobody had ever whispered my name like she did, and nobody ever would. It was already close to dawn, and the light filtering through the windows painted her naked body, letting me admire the sight of her riding me.

She braced herself against my chest with both hands, eyes closed, mouth hanging open. I’d never been with anyone who lost themselves as completely as she did. There were no inhibitions, no self-consciousness. She wasn’t afraid to go after what she wanted.

At the moment, what she wanted was to come on my cock.

I looked down between us, watching my glistening shaft disappear inside her tightening pussy. Her tits swayed gently with each stroke. I teased her nipples, and she moaned, grinding hard against my pelvis.

“Do you have one more in you?” I whispered. I had lost count of the times she’d come, the two of us only stopping to doze off now and then before starting again.

I couldn’t get enough of her. The fact that she felt the same was beyond gratifying. There was something profound about it, the way we connected. The way I craved her night and day.

We’d come back here on Saturday afternoon, and she had yet to leave. I couldn’t let her go.

“I… Noah… I’m going to come…” she whined, her pace quickening as she rode me harder, throwing her silky hair back in those last moments. I managed to wait until she cried out and fell against me, and those tiny muscles began to milk me dry.

Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to it, filling her, savoring the broken cries barely audible over the roaring in my ears. I was too wiped out to speak or do much of anything but stroke her hair as she shuddered and moaned in the aftermath, draped across my chest.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I keep thinking it can’t get better, and then it does. I think I’m developing a habit.”

I already knew I’d developed one. In moments like this, it was easy to imagine this becoming the norm. No matter what happened out there in the so-called real world, we would have this to come back to. A sense of peace came over me, complete contentment, and I drifted back to sleep with her in my arms and a smile on my face.

By the time I woke with a start, the faint, gray light had turned to sunshine that spilled across the bedroom. My mouth was dry and my vision blurry. I realized my phone had woken me, still ringing as I fumbled for it on the nightstand. Sienna rolled away, muttering, still half asleep.

Dad. Shit. Only he would call at six thirty on Monday morning and expect me to answer. Considering I could already hear his shitty attitude in my head, it seemed a good idea to pick up. I did my best to sound awake when I did. “Hello?”

He wasted no time. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Any residual drowsiness evaporated at the sound of his snarling. This was hardly the first time I had been greeted that way by the man. Rose had always been his favorite. Nobody had to tell me that. I had known for years, ever since she first showed interest in the family business. She was his shining star, the apple of his eye and all that shit. I was the black sheep who didn’t feel like following in his footsteps.

“Good morning to you too.” I sat up, scrubbing a hand over my face.

“Sure. Play dumb. That’s what you do best. I was pulling for you, Noah. How could you throw everything away?”

He was serious. I turned my head, looking over my shoulder at Sienna. She rubbed her eyes, frowning at what must’ve been dread etched across my face. No doubt she could hear him. He was shouting, almost screaming.

And he was on a roll. “Tell me why. Why couldn’t you have been smart this time? Do you realize I’ve already gotten a call from Barrett? Your mother’s beside herself.”

“Okay, back up. What are you talking about?” This time, Sienna’s phone rang, and she scrambled to grab it before hurrying from the room. Normally, the sight of her bare ass would have left me staring after her like a slobbering dog, but I could barely pay attention with Dad shouting in my ear.

“Of course, I should’ve known better than to think you would be up and reading the news at this time of day.” The phone buzzed in my hand. “I texted you the article with the photos. Explain yourself.”

It wasn’t an article but more like a few lines of shitty text accompanying a series of images that made my stomach drop.

Images of Sienna and me, emerging hand-in-hand from the bathroom at the rec center two days ago, her peering out to make sure we were alone, and my goofy, stupid grins as she led me out. Where the fuck was the person who took it? I couldn’t remember seeing anybody. Had they been hiding in one of the offices, waiting for us?

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