Page 144 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“I will be—at least until you make that impossible,” he answers and I frown.

“How would I do that?”

“I asked a question first,” he responds and I frown.

“I loved my best friend, although not like…that.It was more…like a safe place to experiment,” I tell him.“We were both seventeen and all of our friends had done it… we figured… why not?”I shrug, finding it hard to explain to a man who apparently hasa lotof sex why I chose to have my first partner.

“And the other two?”

“Grady, I loved.”

“Grady?Jesus, what kind of name is Grady?”

“It’s a nice name,” I defend—although to be honest, I don’t feel like defending Grady… about anything.

“If you’re a ninety-year-old overweight, corn farmer in Iowa, who wears suspenders and chews on a blade of grass while milking your cow because you know it’s the only tit you’re going to have in your hands for the foreseeable future… maybe,” Noah answers.

I look up at him, taking in all of his words and doing my best to try and stifle my laughter.I’m thinking Noah doesn’t need any encouragement at this point.

“Some people might not like the name Noah,” I tell him, and I might be able to keep from laughing, but I can’t stop my smile when I look up at him.

“Probably, Gorgeous, but could you see me in suspenders milking a cow?”

“Umm… probably not,” I agree softly, giving into a full smile.He grins down at me and those crinkles around his deepen and I feel an excited flutter in my stomach.“And can you see this Grady doing that?”It must be said that I could, though I didn’t confirm it.I’m pretty sure Noah, however, could read between the lines.“What happened to old Grady?”

“He had a permanent case of HIHA disease,” I tell him on a sigh.

“What’s HIHA?”

“Head in his ass,” I explain.

“Oh… I see.”

“I’m afraid it was terminal,” I answer, nodding my head.“It got so bad I couldn’t be in the same room with him for the smell.”

“Shoveled a lot of shit your way I take it,” Noah says.

“Loads and loads.So much the stench was toxic,” I confirm.

“Sorry, Gorgeous,” he says, giving me a squeeze.

“It’s okay except that’s the reason I ended up with Tony.”

“Not love?”

“I never loved, Tony.Not ever.I thought I could be happy with him, but I soon found out…”

“That he’s a fucking dickweed?”

“That he wasn’t the nice man he pretended to be,” I whisper.

“Alright then, before you get lost in shit you don’t need to get lost in,” Noah interjects, and before I realize what he has planned he’s shifted on the bed and pulled me down so I’m lying flat on the mattress—all in one very quick movement.

“I—”

“Not going to count the women I’ve fucked, Gorgeous.Not now, not ever.They weren’t numbers, they were people, and at the time they gave me something I needed—even if that need was just getting my balls emptied,” he states and I have to blink at the plain way he lays it out.“That said, there’s only been three women I’ve taken to my bed who mattered at all to me,” he says and I find myself staring up into his eyes, getting lost in the way emotions reflected in the deep brown.

“Three?”I whisper, reaching up to smooth out the groove on his forehead, not liking it there—even if I can’t explain why.

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