Page 34 of If The Fates Allow
Noah’s forehead dropped to her shoulder as if he couldn’t continue to watch. His breathing had turned heavy, and Willa’s hand curled at her side. She desperately wanted to reach behind her and touch him. To know if what they were seeing was affecting him as much as it was her.
“Paul is close,” he whispered.
“Close to what?”
Noah didn’t need to answer because just then Paulshattered.
There was no other word for it. Mouth open and face twisted into a snarl, Paul shouted as he worked Katie brutally up and down his cock. He drove into her without mercy, filling the woman completely until he shook like a leaf trembling in the wind.
Too lost in what she was seeing, Willa didn’t notice her brother exit the woods with Jennie on his arm until Cal’s laughter attracted her attention. He was saying something to Jennie, and whatever it was had her dropping to her knees and ripping at the ties on his trousers.
Willa turned away with a gasp. She pushed past Noah and found the trail again, walking towards the beach with every bit of her skin aflame with a needy desire she couldn’t put into words.
Noah kept his distance, giving her time to think. She was so very thankful for that because if she were honest, she wouldn't know what to do or say to him if he hadn’t.
Hope was waiting, the sky above now a deep shade of blue since the sun had already said its goodbye to the world. Going straight to the horse, Willa vigorously petted the animal’s snout, the emotions and sensations running through her needing an outlet.
Questions.
She had so many questions.
Was what she just witnessed normal? Would John Richards do those things to her? Would she do what Katie was doing to John Richards? Would it hurt? How did it work?
“Why do they always get on their knees?”
Her insatiable curiosity had the question slipping off her tongue. The mill worker’s sweetheart and Jennie had both fallen to their knees in the same manner, and Willa didn’t understand why.
Sensing Noah approaching from the forest, she kept her focus on Hope. “I once happened upon a mill worker who was meeting his woman in the forest. She got on her knees just as Jennie did a moment ago, and I have yet to figure out what they were doing.”
“Willa, look at me.”
His gruff tone was infused with whatever emotion was running through her bloodstream. That hidden primal part of her body recognized it immediately, pulling at something in her lower stomach and down to the throbbing pulse between her legs.
“Please answer my question.” She could not possibly look at him. “You’re my doctor and should be able to explain.”
“I’m also a man.”
“Pretend you’re not.”
His laughter shot out across the beach, startling both Willa and the horse. “After watching Paul in all his glory while holding you… that’s very much impossible.”
“Please try.” Willa glanced at him over her shoulder, somewhat shocked by the intensity staring back at her. He looked like a wire strung tight and ready to snap. “For me, Noah.”
Hearing his name on her lips had his eyes shuttering. “She was going to take him into her mouth.”
“But why?”
He muttered something to himself, almost sounding like he was asking God for strength. “Because the tight, wetness of the mouth simulates the feeling of being inside a woman.”
Hope grunted in appreciation as Willa spun around to give Noah her full attention, completely fascinated. “Really?”
“Yes,” he grated out, the tick in his jaw returning. “If done correctly.”
“But can’t a woman become pregnant doing this?”
“No.”
Concerned he would break his jaw due to how tightly he was clenching it, Willa shrugged. “Then what is the point?”
