Page 154 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“I don’t see it.”

“It’s there,” he says.

It’s there.

“I don’t see it,” I tell him again.

“Then, you aren’t looking,” he whispers, bringing his mouth to mine and kissing me.

It’s a light kiss, sweet and gentle but he hit something inside of me.Something that struck right into my heart and I’d been holding a tight rein on my emotions.I’d been bottling them up for years.Whatever Noah hit, causes them to seep out.Not a lot… just a little, but the little that does would be painful—so painful I might not survive—except for one thing.

Noah.

He has no idea and I can’t tell him.

I just can’t.

Besides, he probably wouldn’t want to know.I don’t know what we are, but we’re not there yet.That point in a relationship where you open your heart and show the other person what’s in there.We’re not there and signs point to the fact that Noah isn’t the type of man who will ever open his heart and lay it bare.So, I can’t tell him that he’s managed to soothe scars inside of me that have been there for all of my life.I can’t tell him that when you hear that you are ugly, worthless, stupid….Over and over and from people who are supposed to protect you, nurture you and support you, that you begin to believe it.That those words, those insults sink down inside of you and go black, draining colors out of your life until everything is gone and you just exist in the gray area… trying to survive.

I can’t tell him that, because it’s too big.I can’t tell him that he makes me feel…beautiful and maybe even… worthwhile.

It’s stupid.He wouldn’t understand, because I don’t.Logically, I know I have worth.I know that I’m not stupid, that I am a good person.But, I’ve found no matter how much I try to reason with myself, it’s the darkness inside, the festering wounds left there by the people I love that always win.

Always make me feel… less.

Until Noah.

Still, I feel the need to remind him of something.Something I’ve found to be true over and over.Because there have been times in my life that I thought I held it, but I was wrong.There was always ugly waiting for me.

“Beauty fades, Noah,” I murmur, my gaze locked with his.

“Not your kind of beauty, Rory.Not in a million years,” he quietly insists.“Your kind of beauty is clean through to the heart.”

I rise up over him, tears sliding from my eyes, but I can’t worry about them.

Not right now.

I sling my leg over him, so that I’m straddling him, and I slide down just enough so his cock is pressing against the center of me.

Right where I need him most.

I stay on my knees, my hand wrapping around his semi-erect cock.

“Rory?”he questions, his hands going to my hips and his eyes go smoky.

I squeeze him, feeling his cock harden as I stroke him, our gazes never leaving each other.

“I don’t want coffee, Noah.”

“Okay, Gorgeous,” he says, searching my face.

“I only want you,” I tell him unnecessarily, as I guide him to my entrance and slowly lower onto him.

“Then take me,” he encourages.

He hisses a breath through his teeth as I take him all the way in, his hard cock stretching me, my wetness covering him, my inner muscles contracting and holding his shaft tightly.

“Noah,” I moan, rocking back and forth on him, my hips beginning to move.

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