Page 28 of Stick Move

A laugh rumbles in his chest. “You don’t want me to go too fast, otherwise this will be over before it even gets started.”

I shrug. “Then I guess we’ll have to do it again, then?” Shoot, what am I saying? I don’t want to sound needy here, or for him to end this hook-up for other reasons.

“I guess so,” he says and braces his hands beside my head again as he pushes inside me, stretching me, filling me, and hitting places that have never been hit before.

“Noah,” I call out, and realize I might be yelling a bit too loud. I start chuckling and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s all the stress of the last few months leaving my body, or maybe it’s how crazy it is that I’m in Noah’s bed.

But that laugh dies an abrupt death when he starts moving in and out of me, creating heat with friction and warming my body up all over again. “Oh yes,” I murmur. He rides me, giving me every glorious inch, and with each downward thrust, his groin rubs up against my swollen clit. I like it. I like it a lot.

He grunts, deeply and unapologetically, and I love this animalistic side of him. “You are so wet.”

He’s right. I am. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so wet or so turned on in my life. My blood pounds through my veins as he increases the rhythm and pace, driving, seeking to bring me to the edge again. I practically claw at him, our hunger matching as the want I have for him scaring me just a little.

He angles for deeper thrusts and slides a hand between our bodies to caress my clit. I practically levitate as he plays with me, his cock hitting hard against my cervix. I begin to quiver all over, pleasure pounding through me as I open my mouth, my gaze locked on his face as he clenches his jaw.

“Noah, I’m…” My words turn into a moan as pleasure sparks deep inside my body, rolling outward until my body quivers around his cock.

He throws his head back. “Sunshine. Jesus. I feel you.”

“Yes,” is all I can get out as I cup his face and bring his lips to mine. Our kisses are wet, messy, sloppy in the most erotic way as I come all over his cock. He eats at my mouth, pumping harder and deeper, chasing his own orgasm as my comes to fruition.

He sucks in a breath as his lips go still, a light feathery touch as he explodes inside me with a heated grunt. Each pulse ripples through my body and I close my eyes, savoring the sweetness of his climax.

His arms slide under my shoulders, and I open my eyes as he holds me to him, rolling so we’re side by side. I shift, snuggling into his warmth as he slowly eases his cock out of me. I moan, missing him inside me as he reaches down, removes the condom and drops it into what I assume is a waste basket beside the bed.

“Hey,” he whispers as he rolls back to me, his arms going around me. God, I love the way he’s holding me as much as I loved the sex. Maybe even more. Which is so weird. But I guess it’s just that I haven’t felt safe, secure, or even relaxed in such a long time. I’ve had so much weight on my shoulders, and it’s nice not having it there for a change. I have no idea how long this will last, but I’m going to enjoy it while it does.

“Mmm,” I murmur in response, and he drops a kiss onto my forehead. I close my eyes, and sleep pulls at me. I fight it, because I can’t spend the night. I don’t want Camryn waking up, wondering why I’m in her father’s bed.

“Noah,” I murmur.

“Yeah?”

I lift my head to see him. “Why do you call me sunshine?

He laughs quietly, and my body vibrates as his chest rumbles. “Because your name is Brighton White.”

I crinkle up my nose. “I still don’t get it.”

“I always used to think of you as Bright White.” I eye him and he continues. “You always wear white. Well, you used to until you met my daughter.” He grins, and runs his fingers through my mess of hair. “You’re a natural blonde, and everything about you is like a bright beam of light, so…sunshine.”

“My mom called me Brighton because she liked shiny things.” I give a humorless laugh. “Like the sheik who caught her attention all those years ago.” He cringes, and I roll a shoulder like it doesn’t matter, like I don’t have underlying scars and abandonment issues after she ran off without a word. Not wanting to dwell on that when we’re having such a nice time, I continue with, “My father wanted to call me Lori, after his grandmother Deloris. Deloris is a very elderly lady name, so they settled on Lori and it’s my middle name. There were times he used to call me Lori, actually.” I chuckle, remembering my eccentric grandmother. “My grandmother grew up in the country. And loved goats and sheep. She even let them sleep in her house. I loved visiting her.” I glance at him to see if he’s bored with my reminiscing, but he’s raptly listening. I always wanted a farm of my own, actually. Some place to escape to…but…” I push that thought away and chuckle. “Some people thought she started to look like her sheep.”

He inches back, his eyes narrow. “I never met her, but I think you look like her.”

“Really? Why would you say that?”

He leans in. “I think I see a wiry chin hair.” Dark eyes narrow seriously, but I see a spark of mischief. “Is that…goat hair?”

“I do not.” I smack him playfully. “You are a horrible man.” Honest to God, it saddens me that I didn’t know Noah growing up. I think my teenage years would have been filled with smiles and laughter instead of angst and bullying. I always suspected he was pretty great. I just didn’t know how great until now. I smack him and he takes my hand, laughing as he kisses it. “I’ve been thinking.”

He shifts onto his back, and pulls me onto his chest as he adjusts the blankets. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing, Sunshine?”

“I think a good thing.” I lay my cheek on his chest. “You have a nickname for me, and let’s stick with Sunshine and not Deloris with the chin hair. We have bean and jellybean for Camryn. On the team, they call you Jonesburger, which you’ll have to explain to me. But I don’t want to call you that. It’s hardly cute or intimate, so I want to think up a different nickname for you.”

His body goes still, his muscles tight and that’s when I realize what I’ve said.

Crater Skater.

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