Page 149 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“It’s still frozen,” I huff, knowing I was right.

“You have to stir it,” Noah says, as my body goes completely still.Noah is behind me and suddenly he’s pushing into me, I can feel his front to my back and touching everywhere that is physically possible.

He brings his arms around me, like he’s going to hug me, but instead one of them has a spoon and he stirs the topping with it, while resting his chin against my shoulder.Noah is taller than me, but he’s bending down to make this possible and he’s doing it while his warm breath fans out against my ear—which would feel good if he wasn’t such an asshole.

I try to ignore the shivers that move through me because Noah is so close.My head goes down and I look at my feet, noting strangely that I could use a pedicure, my toenail polish was starting to crack.

“What are you doing, Noah?”I ask him, my voice soft because I was still reeling from the hurt of having him treat me so coolly this morning.It’s a familiar pattern of course.There was no point in asking him.I’m not stupid.He is ice cold when his son is around, hot when we’re alone.

I’m such an idiot.

“Just helping,” he says.“It needs ten more seconds.”

Like an idiot, I put it in the microwave and give it the ten seconds.The minute I do that, Noah spins me around to face him.

“You’re an asshole,” I tell him, and surprise slides over his face.

“I’ve heard that before,” he admits and I just bet he has.

“I only wanted to fix Ryan something good to eat.I wasn’t trying?—”

Noah stops my words and he does this by kissing me.I don’t open my mouth for him, I’m too pissed and I use that as fuel to prevent giving in.Then he brings his hand up to gently hold the side of my neck.His thumb reaches out to glide back and forth on my cheek and he pulls back to look at me.

“I’m just dealing with some shit, Rory.It’s not fair and it’s not right, but you’re going to have to deal with it,” he says and I frown.I think over what he says and I come to a decision.It’s a decision I don’t completely like, but it feels like the safest one.

“I don’t want to deal with it.”

“Say again?”he says, sounding shocked.

“I don’t want to deal with it, Noah.I’m too old for the merry-go-round you seem to put me on.After the mess with Tony the last thing I want in my life is another man to give me more messes.I want a quiet life and I want that life to be…mess free.”

“You don’t,” he says, but his face doesn’t have that easy smile.

“I do.Which is fine.I mean we had one night of sex and I’m sure that happens to you often.It doesn’t to me.What we did together isn’t something I do on a regular basis.I don’t have a nightstand full of condoms or a freezer with whipped topping.I live alone and I like alone, because alone you can’t get hurt.”

“Gorgeous—”

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather you go back to calling me cupcake.I hate it, but at least when you call me that, I know exactly where I stand with you.”

“Where’s that?”

“You only call me cupcake when you’re going to be a dick or already a dick, so I can prepare a little more when I hear that name coming at me.”

“Rory—”

“Not that it matters, because I’ll be leaving today and we’ll not see each other again.If you think about it, this whole conversation is really kind of stupid since we really just slept together and then now is now and I’m leaving?—”

Noah stops me from rattling on by kissing me.I was in the middle of my tirade, hence my mouth was open.Noah uses that to his advantage and his tongue sweeps in and fills my mouth.I might have resisted the pull of him if his tongue had stayed out of my mouth.Like this I can’t.My knees instantly go weak and my fingers slide into his hair, that he has pulled up on his head and wrapped around in a bun.I’ve never liked men with long hair, I always thought it would be a turnoff to know they probably take longer to get ready to go somewhere than I do.I also thought it would really suck if a man had beautiful hair and thus, much prettier than my own.

Clearly, I’ve been insane.

Noah’s hair is beautiful, I love everything about it and I especially love how it feels when it scrunches up under my fingers while his tongue is forcefully taking over my mouth and depriving me of oxygen to my lungs.

We break apart and I slowly open my eyes.My heart is thundering in my own ears when I look up into his eyes.

“You aren’t leaving, Rory.”

“I can’t stay here, Noah.Tony won’t stop and he’ll have my brother’s help.I?—”

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