CHAPTER 13: NOAH
I am walking back under a full moon to my granddad’s house after the best sex session in my entire life. It had taken a lot out of me to leave Zoey lying there in bed after she fell asleep. She looked so cute, blissful and content in the knowledge that I was with her. I feel a little bad for leaving her, but I have to get back. First, Glyn will have news from the company, and I need to be kept apprised at all times. And second, I don’t do sleepovers.
Thoughts of how we fucked cloud my mind as I tramp down the country lane toward Jackson land. After taking her in the kitchen, I had Zoey on her sofa. I can still taste the sweetness of her pussy in my mouth. After two quivering orgasms, she had pulled me up begging me to stop. I didn’t. Instead, I flipped her onto her belly and took her from behind. This nearly destroyed both her and me. It had not taken long for me to come all over her back and ass.
Wow, Zoey Brooks is one hot ticket. I try to think of ways to incorporate her into my life. She is so different from the other women I have been with. For starters, Zoey is fun. She may be strict with her views, but the moment you understand her, being around her is a dream. Could she be the one? Could she be the woman I never wanted to meet because I always feared commitment?
I stop in my tracks. Maybe, I should turn back and sleep over so that I can indulge in a small morning matinee with her and then walk out after to prove that I am still my own man. No woman is going to make me her slave. I vowed that back then that I would never succumb to the pain I felt when I saw her kissing another man. I noticed the same vileness creep upon me when I briefly thought Zoey was with Zac. I wanted to kill the guy.
Such sentiments are not healthy, I decide. It’s time I got back to New York and back to my life. All of that makes so much more sense than what I am feeling right now. I feel a little weird in my stomach when I contemplate the notion of leaving Fall Creek. Promptly, Zoey’s face appears in my mind. I love the ways she looks, the way she is and the way we laugh together. And man, do I love the way our bodies make music together. Could I ever live without that for the rest of my life?
“Looks like our boy sealed the deal of love.”I look up. Lost in thought, I walked the entire way from Zoey’s place to my grandpa’s. “So, sport, how was it? Will we be seeing a lot more of you around here or what?”
“Granddad what are you still doing up? It’s way past midnight.” I walk up to him and pick up the whisky bottle on the table. It’s half empty. “Oh come on, the two of you been drinking all of this?”
“Yep, we’re on our second bottle. Me And Glyn over there grilled up some steaks and killed a bottle of good old Jack Daniels. Finished that and decided it was not enough, so we cracked another one,” says grandpa happily.
“Glyn does not eat meat,” I say.
“Does now.” Grandpa slaps a half-conscious Glyn on the back. “Sit down, kid. How was dinner with your brother?” He winks at me. “Something tells me that you got your hands on something sweet for dessert after.”
I raise my hands in defense. I am about to say something but Glyn beats me to it. “Can I go to bed now? I feel a little sick. I think it’s those two steaks I ate.”
“Sure, Glyn. You go get some shut eye.” We watch him stumble to his feet and sway into the house. “Glyn, it weren’t them steaks…it was that second bottle of whiskey that finished you.” There’s no response.
“I swear, granddad, you are going to kill that poor man.” I pour myself some whisky. “And forcing him to eat meat because you were too lazy to fish. That’s harsh.”
“He insisted. No lies, Noah. Glyn said he hadn’t had the stuff in years. He wanted to taste a good steak again. I saw no harm in that, so I gave him one…anyway enough about that. How was everything with you?”
I tell granddad all about the dinner with Hunter and his family. He is over the moon that everything worked out so well and that I met my nieces for the first time. When I assure him that I will be coming to Fall Creek a lot from now on, granddad is calm. “What about Zoey? Did the sparks fly there yet?” he asks.
I have to think a moment. There were sparks, that’s for sure. But do I want to be in a relationship? I haven’t got the faintest idea what it’s like to be in one. One woman around day in and day out – holly shit that sounds scary. She would share my penthouse, my bathroom, my bed…my entire life. Is a man like me able to handle that?
Then I remember her voice, that sweet serenade when she jokes with me, when she tells me stuff and when she cries with lust. It has goosebumps appear on my skin even now with my granddad looking at me. I take a slug of my whisky to dull the sensation, but the image of her face is everywhere. Her scent lingers in my nostrils, and her words and views stick in my brain like one of those thoughts that never leave you for as long as you live.
“You know what, kid…”
I let my gaze focus again until I see my grandpa appear before me clearly. “What?”
He clears his throat. “Go to New York tomorrow. Glyn’s been telling me you got some important stuff to take care of. I swear to you after a few days everything will be a lot clearer.”
“What about you?”
“I will be fine. And besides, it’s not like you are never coming back.” He sips his whisky and lights up a cigarette, making me flinch. “Putting some distance between you and Zoey will put a lot into perspective…trust me.” He winks.
“Sort of like distance makes the heart grow stronger,” I say, smiling at the grizzled old man.
He chuckles. “Yeah, kid…and then you will realize that presence makes the heart grow fonder. And that is what you will understand when you get that first thing after a few days away from the woman you love.”