(Penny)

He looked even hotter holding the gun. I figured he would maybe be uncomfortable with it, but he seemed legit about shooting me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gotten so turned on.

I pointed to my bag on the counter. “I told you already. I’m a writer.”

“And what do you write about?”

There was no use in lying to Noah anymore. After all, he was the one with the gun.

“I write articles.”

“Like a reporter?”

“Sure. Call me that. I go for off beat stories. The fighting thing has been sort of an obsession for a long time.”

“Jesus Christ,” Noah said. “You’re following me and writing about what I do?”

“I’m not using names,” I said. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Plus, nothing has been printed. I doubt it will. This is my thing. My boss wants a personal story, but I haven’t given it yet.”

“A personal story?”

“You, Noah.”

Noah looked at the gun and then looked at me. “So you’ve been fucking me to get a story out of me?”

“I wanted something out of you,” I said. “I got that part.”

“Don’t fucking joke right now. That’s why Marcos wanted you. He found out. He had Seth grab you. And I stepped in.”

“You saved my life,” I said.

“I signed my own death warrant tonight,” Noah said. He slowly backed up. He put the gun away. “Holy shit.”

He walked to the counter, grabbed his beer, and drank the entire thing. He went to the fridge to get a new one.

“It has to be more than that,” I said.

Noah froze mid drink. He turned his head and curled his lip. “What?”

“My boss hasn’t done a thing yet. Yet he keeps asking about it. I haven’t given him anything.”

“But you’ve written stuff?”

“Of course. I’m a writer. He wants some kind of personal piece. Me and one of the fighters. You, Noah. To see the life and understand what goes through a fighter’s mind. But I haven’t given him a thing. So why would I be the enemy.”

Noah slowly smiled. He put the beer down. “You don’t get what you’re against here.”

“Then explain it.”

“Why? So you could put it in a story?”

“Does it look I’m in the mood to write?”

Noah moved at me, fast. His hands were at my waist. He lifted me and pinned me against a wall. He held me up so we were eye to eye. My hands grabbed at him, touching rock hard arms. The boulders that made up biceps were more than flattering as he just held me like I weighed nothing.

“You want to know what it’s like? It’s like death. You stand there and stare at another man. Another human. Someone who maybe has a family. A kid to feed. A wife. A girlfriend. Maybe a sick mother and they’re trying to make some money because they can’t afford to survive in this shit world. But the thing is… I assume I need it more. I do need it more. If I lose, I don’t lose money. I lose my life. My everything. It’s survival. It’s always about survival. Nothing else.”

I swallowed hard. I slid my left hand up his arm to his shoulder. Then to his neck. I touched the scruff on his face.

“Noah, it’s not what you think,” I whispered. “My boss pays me to dig around. I’ve never had a story like this. Meeting up with you is… it’s more personal than business. I swear.”

“You pissed off the wrong people. And I’m one of them.”

“You can look at anything I’ve ever written. Nothing about fighting has been published. I’ve given small pieces. I’m building it up.”

“For what? To lie to your boss? Or to lie to me?”

“I don’t think that far in advance.”

“Survival,” Noah whispered. “That’s what I see in your eyes.”

“Is that so bad?”

There was a pause between us.

I could tell he was angry with me. He had every right.

He didn’t know the real truth either. I had given him just a sample. Because I didn’t want my heart to be on line with this.

“What happens now?” I whispered. “With your boss?”

“I’ll deal with that tomorrow.”

“Until then?” I asked.

My body was already on fire. My fingers curled, digging at his face. Noah had the darkest, sexiest eyes I’d ever seen in my life. A man of toughness and muscle, but there was plenty broken inside. And that turned me on because he actually had a story to tell. A story I wanted to know.

“If I’m going to wind up dead tomorrow because of you, then I better enjoy tonight.”

He pressed his body against mine and kissed me.

Finally.

* * *

Our lips met and the kiss was instantly hot. I felt his cock growing in his jeans, pressing against me, throbbing from inside his jeans. His hands slipped around to my ass, digging through my jeans.

His tongue was strong, beautiful, kissing me until I was a mess between my thighs. As though he knew I was wet, Noah broke the kiss and ran his soft lips down my neck and around to my throat. His teeth grazed my skin for a second and he kissed my neck.

Then we were on the move.

Noah carried me to his bedroom and put me on the bed. I sat there, almost eye level with the bulge in his jeans. My hands touched his legs and hurried to cup his dick. He reached behind me and took handfuls of my shirt. He ripped it off me and threw it over his shoulder. A second later, one hand touched the clasp of my bra. His other hand touched my face, his thumb stroking my cheek.

When our eyes met, we were battling. He was trying to figure me out, and I was doing the same to him. We had such an intense thing going on mentally, yet physically it was so basic. We both just wanted to feel each other.

With my bra on the floor, Noah gently pushed me down to the bed. He hovered over me, leaving me scrambling to grab at the covers. I squeezed tight as his mouth was just an inch from my left breast. I had always been self conscious about my chest size. I was one of the first to get breasts, but then they kind of just stopped growing.

I watched as Noah’s mouth slid over my left breast, engulfing me. When he sucked, I arched my back and groaned. It felt so fucking good. The tip of his tongue cut left to right across my nipple. I dug my ankles to the back of his legs, wanting us to be naked, wanting him to be inside me.

His mouth pulled away, his teeth touching my sensitive nipple, making me yell and shiver with the excitement of pleasure and a fear of pain. But he was perfect. Of course he was perfect. Before he could lift all the way up, I managed to let go of the covers with one hand and grab at his shirt.

“Off,” I moaned. “Off…”

Noah stood and stripped his shirt off.

The muscle was just unfair. I reached out and touched Noah, my mind trying to convince me it couldn’t be real. It was like he had been carefully chiseled. Wide shoulders, a round chest, stomach muscles that began where his chest ended… and stomach muscles that ended only because they were blocked by his jeans.

It was the first time I touched his body when it was dry and smooth. No nasty sweat or blood from fighting.

A second later, Noah was back at my body, kissing my other breast. Teasing with soft kisses down my breast, kissing my nipple, and then he kept moving down. When he touched my stomach, I shuddered. My breathing became erratic, stuck between pleasure and a ticklish feeling. He kissed down past my belly button and his hands touched the top of my pants. He opened my jeans and I lifted myself up. He stripped me down as he kept kissing me. My jeans were at my knees when the tip of his tongue curled at the top of my sex, pulling at me, finding my clit.

He applied the right amount of pressure as I wrestled to kick my pants and panties off. His hands then touched my knees, opening my legs, my body completely his. I looked down at Noah, those dark and wild eyes staring at me. His tongue slid down my folds, tasting my desire. As he licked up, he thrust, penetrating me. His mouth pulled against my sex, still moving slowly, up and down, leaving me in a state of torture.

When he moved away, I caught myself thrusting at him, not wanting him to leave.

Noah then stood up, towering over me like a monster. He reached back and took out the gun. I was on his bed, fully naked, my body raging for him, on the brink of orgasm. He didn’t break our stare as he put the gun on the nightstand. Then he opened his jeans and shoved them down.

His dick popped free, hard and ready.

I reached for him and Noah grabbed my wrist. “No. I’ll take care of it.”

I bit my lip, shocked at his intense power over me. I was usually the one in control. But with Noah, I was a mess.

He then placed my hand down to myself. My fingers slid along my wetness.

“Get fucking ready,” he said and gripped his cock tight.

I pulled at myself, opening as much as I could. Noah would have to do the rest for me.

Which wasn’t a fucking problem at all.

He touched me with the heavy tip of his dick. I was used to all this being fast and wild. Him sitting me on the bathroom sink, jamming two fingers into me, then ripping me open with his cock.

Now, he went slow.

Inch by inch, he thrust and pulled back. My thighs quivered, a tingling pleasure working from my core up through the rest of my body. By the time Noah was completely inside me, my back was arched again, my body falling off the edge of climax. His lips ran across my breasts again as he took himself halfway out and thrust forward with force.

That’s when he broke me.

The pleasure mounted and I started to come. My back hit the bed and I started to crunch forward. My body demanded release and relief, but I was full. I grabbed at Noah’s shoulders and held tight. My hips rocked left to right, my body accommodating all of Noah. I started to move back and forth, sliding my pussy against his steel shaft. He slipped a hand behind my neck and his other hand devoured my breast.

“Fuck, honey,” he whispered. “You’re a mess.”

“Shit,” I groaned. “It’s… good…”

Noah grinned and slid his hands to my hips. He then cupped my ass and lifted me off the bed. “You don’t know what good is yet.”

And he was fucking right.