Page 26 of Spring Forward

“Yeah,” Huxley calls out, “is there food?”

I follow behind my woman and my mom, my heart light while hoping this becomes another tether keeping Delaney and August right where they belong.

CHAPTER 11

DELANEY

Even though the house is quiet, I’m still cautious when I open my door. I peek down the hallway one direction and then the other like I’m a fucking super spy. I’m not. Honestly, I’m not even very discreet.

It wouldn’t surprise me to find out everyone knows what I’m up to at night. There have been very few nights where I’ve actually slept in the room I’ve been given at Limitless Ranch since I stopped fighting the pull I have toward Noel. I could say it’s just because I sleep better with him wrapped around me, but I’d be telling lies.

The way that man can play my body is unreal. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure. It’s an experience, one I crave.

When I heard about Clive and Ester coming home today to be here for Fletcher and Eden’s wedding, I wasn’t sure I’d still be able to sneak down to Noel’s room. There was no way I would bedoing this now if Clive and Ester weren’t out in their RV which makes sense considering it is what they consider their home.

And it’s nice in there, too.

After dinner tonight, we went on a tour. I’m surprised August didn’t pack his things right then and move in. He was practically vibrating with excitement as Ester showed him and Macklin around. I have no doubt there will be at least one sleepover for the boys before Clive and Ester get back on the road.

If they get back on the road.

There was something sparkling in their eyes as they interacted with Macklin. It wasn’t just Mack either. They looked at August the same way and made sure to include him, ask him questions, and give just as much attention to my brother as they did to the little boy who is officially becoming their grandson soon.

The way they opened up their hearts to August and me had me yearning to stay right where I am. Could it be this simple? Could this be my life?

Noel is sitting on the edge of his bed when I open his door a fraction and peek my head inside. He waves his hand to beckon me in with a soft smile on his face. Can he read my mind? Does he know how close I am to throwing myself into this thing with him?

“Come here, Freckles,” his voice is a sexy as hell rasp.

My feet move me into the room, and I close and lock the door behind me—you know, just in case. I glide right between his legs and his large hands come down on my hips. The way he touches me is filled with possession.

A small yelp comes out of me when he practically dives toward my chest and buries his face between my tits. His hot breath slides along the skin exposed by my tank top and causes my nipples to harden. I want this man something fierce and I can hardly stand it.

“Noel,” I murmur softly as I reach for him and slide my fingers through his hair.

He lets out a low rumble filled with pleasure. The way he responds to the simplest of touches blows my mind. I’m not any better—he can touch me and make my body feel things I didn’t even realize were possible.

“I need you to strip for me,” he mumbles against my cleavage.

“Are you sure?” My words are hesitant, “I just mean your parents are right outside.”

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his brown eyes dark with desire and a savage need that has my pussy clenching in anticipation. The way he studies me should make me squirm, but it just makes me want him more.

Has anyone ever seen me like Noel sees me?

“Oh,” he rumbles, “I’m sure. You have no idea how difficult it’s been to keep my hands off you all night while my family showed you just how loved and accepted you are.”

My breath hitches when he uses the ‘L’ word. Sure, everyone has been nice, but love? That’s huge.

I can feel my eyes go big and round as I look down at him. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t force me to accept what he’s placing at my feet. No, Noel Burns just waits like he has all day and night for me to catch up.

Maybe he does.

My hands shake as I start to peel my clothes off. The way he bites his lip while he watches me makes me even more turned on.

“Noel,” I whine softly.

He stills my hands when I’m about to peel my panties down over my hips and yanks me closer before easily lifting me until I’m straddling him. The fact that he’s still dressed and I’m only wearing a scrape of lace is a lesson in sinful contradictions.

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