Page 141 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

That doesn’t change the fact that now that it’s over instead of enjoying the after, I’m panicking inside.I need a little space.I have to sort through the mush that is my brain and figure out what I’m doing.Noah said I shouldn’t run.He wanted me to go meet with the judge and get the restraining order in place.I don’t think an order will work, not against Tony and not against my brother.But, they might slow them down if they catch up with me before I cross the state line.It’s also good to have a paper trail in case they catch up with me when I hit Mexico.

I’ve decided to go to Mexico—not because I necessarily want to, but because it seems like another country is a good idea where Tony is involved.I know some Spanish and I hear American money goes farther there—although I have no idea if that’s true, but it sounds nice.That’s the extent of my planning, but it’s there.First, I need to disengage myself from the neighbor I just tumbled around with in bed.I can’t afford to let him stay here with me, because he makes me want to stay even more.He makes me long for… normal.

There’s one thing I do know… my life has never been and willnever benormal.

“Can hear your mind working from here, Gorgeous,” Noah’s voice says, the words startling me almost as much as the way his finger is drawing lines against my stomach.

“I… Um…” Shit.I have no idea what to say.

“I’ve fucked a lot of women,” he starts and my body goes solid.On the scale of post sex talk this is not good.It’s like on the scale of negative a million on most desired post sex conversations.“Don’t think I’ve ever been with one that had freckles like yours,” he says and it must be said that I didn’t exactly like that comment either.I’m horribly self-conscious about my freckles.His finger keeps drifting across my stomach and he seems oblivious to the upset that he has delivered.I look down and watch his finger dance across my stomach and my breath stalls so quickly in my throat that it feels like my heart is swelling and trying not to beat.

Noah is drawing lines from freckle to freckle.Slow, easy lines, and his eyes are glued to the paths he creates.

“Fucking love them, Gorgeous,” he says and okay, that’s better and maybe if he hadn’t begun this with how many women he’s fucked I’d really love it.Right now, I’m only envisioning a sea of a million women standing in line for Noah’s dick and I’m the last one in the line.

Shit.

“Um… maybe…”

“I’m not going anywhere Rory,” he says, like he can read my thoughts.Since that’s exactly what I was going to suggest, maybe he can—but I’ll never admit it, not completely.

“I wasn’t going to?—”

“Yes, you were,” he says interrupting me again.

“Noah, you can’t tell me what I think,” I grumble, annoyed with him.

“You telling me that’s not what you were thinking?”he asks and I let out a large sigh.

“I was just thinking you should go back to the couch before Ryan wakes up,” I tell him, kind of lying, but whatever.

“Gorgeous, Ryan has to get up at six thirty in the morning for school.He’s not going to move until I go wake him.”

“You can’t be sure?—”

“If your moans didn’t wake him up, he’s good,” Noah says and mortification spreads quicker than lightning through me.

“Noah!I didn’t moan!”I hiss.

“Sweetheart, you did.”

“Well, even if I did,” I start, because I’m pretty sure I definitely moaned…a lot.“I?—”

“And you were loud,” he says, interrupting me again and countering my denial that even if I moaned I was quiet.

“Are you ever going to let me finish a sentence,” I growl.

“When you give me an honest one, sure,” he says and then he kisses my shoulder.That kiss feels almost as good as the way he keeps drawing imaginary lines on my stomach and for a moment I’m at a loss of words.

“Haven’t had better, Rory,” he says and there goes that icky feeling again.

“I’m kind of not digging the wholeI’ve-had-a-million-loversafter sex talk, Noah.”

I feel his body jerking beside of me and I look over at him and he’s laughing.He’s doing it quietly, but enough so the laugh lines around his eyes have crinkled and it’s jarring his body.Normally, I’d like it, but considering what he’s laughing at… right now…not so much.

“I never said a million, Gorgeous,” he denies and I find myself staring at the ceiling and probably rolling my eyes.

“You said a lot,” I remind him.

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