CHAPTER 18: ZOEY
This day was one of the most trying ones in my whole life. After the farewells, James fell into a sort of sleep that lasted for most of the rest of the afternoon. During that time, we waited patiently for James Jackson to pass away. And he finally did, peacefully. We all looked at him one more time before leaving, and I swear that I saw a smile on his face.
The only consolation I have is that he died knowing that he left his house in order. Also, I like to think to myself that the reason for the smile on his face was because he saw Bethany waiting for him by the gates of heaven. James was on his way home.
Noah hasn’t said a word the entire trip back to Fall Creek. Glyn is not with us. He had to get back to New York. He claimed it was for work. I think that he needed to be with Serge. There is no better place when things get tough or sad than to be with the one person you love most in the world.
I look over to my special person. Noah is sitting on the passenger seat of my car looking out of the window. We are nearly home, and I look forward to snuggling up close to him. We chose to sleep at mine because going to James Jackson’s would have been too tough today.
When we get back to the apartment, Noah rushes in. “I need a shower to wash off all of the hospital scent,” he says.
“Do you want some company?” I ask, half expecting him to refuse flatly.
He arches an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure.” He holds out his hand. I take it with a smile and let him guide me to my smallish bathroom near my bedroom.
When we get there, he starts to remove my clothes. He is so tender is makes me melt inside. “Are you sure that you are okay?”
He nods. “Now that you are in my life, I will always be okay.” He frowns. “Granddad left everything as it should be. I will miss him, but he wouldn’t want us to mourn him with tears. He would want us to mourn him with love and honesty. He wants…”
“Us and my sister and Hunter to stay together forever like he and your grandma did,” I say, understanding Noah immediately.
“That’s right. I never saw grandpa crying because of losing his wife. I guess he always believed that today would eventually happen and that he would be with her again.”
By now, Noah has removed all of my clothes and his also. We step into the bath that also acts as my shower, and he pulls the curtain shut. He turns the knob, and we wait for the water to heat up. In the meantime, he lathers his hands under the gradually warming water with soap. “Do you mind?” he asks, looking at me with a crooked grin.
I nod, revealing a small smile. He promptly starts to massage my skin with the sweet-smelling soap. He takes special care of my neck and shoulders. I moan. It feels so good. After for what seems like forever, he works his way down my back, massaging and kneading as he goes along. I want nothing more than to release myself to him but I feel it is me that should be doing the spoiling.
I slowly turn around. A smile flickers on my face when I feel the tip of his erection brush against my skin. “Let me,” I say.
Noah hands me the soap. I lather my hands and begin to massage his shoulders, coaxing the knots of tension from them. “Gosh, you needed this,” I whisper into his ear, not being able to resist a small nibble on his lobe. I relish in the feel of his stubble on my cheek. It sends electric shocks all over my body.
I feel a rush of wetness flow into my sex. It feels so good to touch his perfectly toned body. I run my hands all over him from his neck and shoulders, down his back to his ass. He shudders when I start to massage him there. Him just standing there and me knowing he is as hard as hell for me is making me insane with lust.
“Do you feel better?” I whisper
“Yeah, Much better. Only the water is starting to get cold.” Noah turns. This time his erection strokes my belly, making me want him even more. “Why don’t we continue this in the bedroom?”
I tilt my head. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”
Without another word, Noah turns off the shower and guides me out of the bath. He promptly begins to dry me off with a towel. While he is doing this, he moves closer. “I want you; I want us; I want to forget everything and only be with you right now. I need you, Zoey.”
I say nothing. I move closer and let him claim my mouth. Desire curls deep in my tummy, my pussy concurs with sweet tingles and more wetness. Our tongues are entwined, dancing around the other, slippery and sultry. Noah runs his hands through my wet hair. I feel his arousal pressing against me. I need to feel this man inside me. I want him to vent his emotions; I want to be the vehicle he needs to achieve this freedom.
Before I know it, Noah lifts me up and carries me to the bedroom. He gently lowers me down onto the bed. “Please…” the words come out like a plea of sorts. He answers with a slow stroke of my folds, dipping occasionally into my depth. I moan huskily in retaliation.
“You are so ready for me, Zoey.”
His deep voice rouses me, lures me back; it makes me need him more than ever. “Yes, I am ready for the taking. Do it now,” I snarl. I can see that he likes the way I responded. The expression on his face turns from soft to feral. I know he loves a woman’s voice. I lift my hips off the bead. He is so close to me that I can feel his throbbing erection brush against my sensitive skin. I press down.
Noah does the rest. With a cry, he enters me. He plunges into my depths without so much as a pause. I am, so moist with wanting that his entry is without pain, just unfathomable pleasure remains. Our bodies continue to crash together as we release ourselves to our carnal selves. There is nothing left of the civilized people we are in public, only our inner beast that howls for its mate from within and the harder we fuck, from without.
Despite a certain crassness in the way we couple, I can’t help but feel this immense sense of love floating all around me. It envelops him as it comes into contact with his feelings, creating a bubble in which only we reside. It is amazing. All I see is his face, his eyes that grow darker by the second.
I become louder and louder. So much so that it blots everything else out. All I feel is Noah. He is on my breasts, his breath is upon me, and I can feel him deep inside of me, filling me up to the brim. My cry turns into a wail. In seconds, as my climax reaches its apex, this cacophonous roar joins my wailing as Noah spills inside of me.
In this very moment, I know what it is to be loved. I know the reason for living. It has always been because of him. Noah always resided in my heart, and now I can finally lay a claim to it. I know that with this man I am on the precipice of something perfect and exceptional. James told me, and now Noah is showing me.
“How are you?” he asks with a smile on his face.
“Back from the best trip in the world,” I say, looking into those magnificent brown eyes of his. “The things you do to me.”
He chuckles. “I hope to be doing a lot more of that to you as the days turn into weeks and the weeks into months and the months into years. I love you, Zoey and I will never let you go.”
My heart melts with those words. It’s the second time he says it to my face. The other time was at the hospital. It means so much more having him tell me like this: him still inside of me and after what we just did. “I love you, Noah. I think I always have. I will never let you go either, my love.”
He slowly slips out of me and rolls onto his back. His breathing is even, and the thought that I will be listening to that sound for the rest of my life fills me with joy and warmth. Noah takes my hand. “Zoey…”
“Yes?”
“Where do you want to live? Here or in New York?”