A Winter's Date (29 page)

“Ye-yes . . . let me suck your cock, Noah,” she faintly replies and her head falls back. I continue to stroke her pussy with my heavy shaft when I feel her walls grip my dick tighter.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it . . . show me how you’re supposed to come, Heather.”

I growl and press my thumb against her swollen hood, caressing that bundle of nerves.

“Make that pussy cream, Heather.”

Her legs start to tremble and I know she’s going to blow. Quickly, I finger her creamy pussy while my dick pounds her. She’s completely drenched my fingers and I reach down and without warning, slip my middle finger into her tight, puckered hole.

“Oh fuck yes . . .” I growl low when I feel her hot warmth around my finger, stroking her tight ring with my slick finger. Her gasp and moan steal my breath, and I have to fight blowing my load.

She’s wholly losing herself to me, and I to her.

“Noah . . .” is all she can manage to say.

Seconds later an earth-shattering scream rocks the interior of the SUV when her body spasms around me. Her pussy has my cock in a vise grip as I slowly finger-fuck her ass to intensify her orgasm. I ensure that I take care of her before I surrender to my restrained climax.

I can’t stop pounding her tight pussy. My jaw is clenched, holding the sucker in my cheek as I look down at her. “Do what I say, Heather . . . keep coming all over my cock. You wanted me like this—now you’ve got it, baby.”

I ram up into her so hard, using her sweet, sticky pussy the way she wanted me to.

She throws her head back and screams, her lungs drawing in a deep breath as her body relaxes and then explodes again in another intense orgasm.

I smirk as her pussy quivers and clamps down around me. “That’s it, ballerina . . .”

“Noah . . . I can’t . . .” she declares, but I know otherwise.

I lean down and remove the sucker from my mouth, dragging it along her damp throat. “You like that in your ass, don’t you, Heather?”

I swipe my tongue over the sticky trail I just left before sinking my teeth into her neck. Her ass clenches around my finger and I still, relishing how it feels. She’s trying to speak to me, her lips are moving, but there are no words coming out of her lascivious mouth.

“That’s what I thought.”

She looks down at our adjoining bodies and mumbles, “I want to feel you.”

I have a slight grasp on my control at this moment and her words just about knock me out. My cock jerks inside her, and I pull my finger from her ass as I thrust my dick in to the hilt.

Jesus Christ.

I grab her jaw and slide my lips over hers. “Not yet, ballerina, but soon.” I start pounding away at her gushing pussy and quickly lose myself, groaning into her mouth.

She sags on the seat and in my arms. She’s completely worn out. I soon slow my advances to a complete stop and smile knowingly against her lips. I take the sucker and run it along her lower lip before I pull my length out of her pussy. I watch my release bathe her pussy lips; I can’t help the grin that forms on my face. I move what’s left of the sucker down her overworked, fatigued, and drained body until it lies between her lips. I push the deep blue candy inside of her once more, submerging it into our orgasms, and then moving it up to her swollen roseate lips.

“Suck.”

She ardently takes it into her mouth. The second our sweet and salty releases hit her taste buds, a sharp, carnal whine fills the SUV. Her eyes lock onto mine when I hear the remaining candy fragment under her bite.

“I’m glad to see you savoring this, little miss.”

Her lips curl up, and her gaze is glassed over. I can’t help but chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Fuck, Heather, I love you.”

“Mhmm, I love you, Greek god,” she musters and stretches her arms lazily until they are wrapped around my neck. “Take me to bed?”

“Bed? Baby, we’re not even remotely close to home or Southampton. Get dressed and I’ll find a hotel nearby.”

I lift my body off of hers and grab her clothes from the front seat. She’s already half asleep with her pretty little naked ass on the brown leather beneath her.

I decide not to attempt to put her bra and panties on because I’ll just have to remove them once we’re in the hotel room, so I grab my sweatshirt instead and help her into it. She slumps back against the seat as I try to get her leggings on.
Fuck, how the hell do women do this shit?
It takes me a good five minutes, if not more, to get them up and over her ass.

She’s practically passed out from exhaustion, so I decide to leave her in the back. I lay her head down on the right-hand seat so I can check on her while I drive. Pulling her pink blanket off of the front seat, I lay it over her. I know how damn cold she gets, and I don’t want her waking up because of it. I get my clothes back on with great difficulty, wondering how in the hell I got them off in the first place.

I look back over my shoulder after I get seated, and she’s still passed out. I’m not the least bit sorry that I fucked her to sleep.

I look forward and am about to drive off when I realize I can’t see shit. The windows are completely fogged up from our lovemaking, and it makes me laugh. I hit the defrost button and within thirty seconds, the windows are clear. I pull back onto the expressway and drive in silence, taking this time to think and drive a little farther.

How the hell did we go from arguing and disagreeing on shit to using a sucker to please her? I shake my head and chuckle to myself. This woman drives me fucking crazy, but I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything in this fucked-up world. I won’t let what we have end up in a tragedy.

I glance back at my sleeping beauty and smirk. She’s getting bolder in this relationship, which is good I guess. She used to keep her walls up, and I tried all I could to get her to open up. Now . . . she’s got no problem broaching subjects that are off-limits.

I know there is no way in hell she’s going to drop the subject of Mae.

Now that she’s introduced the subject, though, I realize that it’s something that I’m going to have to deal with soon. I simply can’t keep pushing it off to avoid the unequivocal discomfort and distress it brings me. I make a mental note to contact Joel once we get back to the city to find out more about where she is being housed and if it comes down to it, how I will be able to visit her in the correctional facility.

I think Heather’s right when she said that I need to talk to Mae. It might be the only way that I will be able to fully move past this heinous part of my life.

I don’t know why I thought Heather would let me just drop the subject forever. But that’s what I’ve always done. You fuck me over, and I’m done with you forever. But not her: she’s the only one I’ve ever forgiven. And her huge fucking heart is weighing on me and forcing me to feel things for people, even if they’ve done me wrong. Hell, after the way Dani talked to me in London, I normally would have written her off—fuck you and goodbye—but she’s Heather’s sister, and I’m learning to give people second chances.

Content with my decision, I nod and look back at Heather. Hell, she’s gorgeous when she sleeps. I decide to buckle down and drive through the next hour and a half to Southampton, and to the address Henry gave me.

I don’t see the house at first, but I turn down the drive as far as the gate will allow and kill my lights. What I can see is a white Georgian-style home, landscaped with uplighting, and surrounded by towering trees and a meticulously manicured lawn. From what I can see in the dark, there are four wooden rocking chairs sitting on the front porch, next to white columns that support a large second-floor balcony. There seems to be another building behind the main house, possibly a guest cottage. This home is one of a kind and radiates love and comfort, two things I would give the world to feel from my
parents
.

My nerves just kicked into overdrive as I pull away from their house. This is where I was supposed to grow up and enjoy a carefree lifestyle, but none of that happened. I search for a hotel nearby and decide on the Maidstone Boutique Hotel. It’s a longer drive to Henry and Ellery’s house than the hotels around here, but I’m rather enjoying the thought of spoiling Heather.

I put the SUV into park and stare out at nothing in particular. Their house is burned into my mind, and I can’t help but think about what my life would have been like. What did they do for work? Do I have any cousins? Is my fath . . . is Henry some hard-ass who will be difficult to get along with? I find myself rubbing my jaw, lost in thought about my impending future.

Tomorrow, everything changes. Either I’ll meet and forget them for my remaining years, or they’ll be a part of my life forever. I exhale deeply and run my hand up the back of my head.

Fuck. I can’t do this.

I look back at Heather, and her lips are slightly parted while she dreams. I rest my head on the steering wheel and watch her sleep. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it before, but I could have asked her what they were like. What she remembers. Hell, she didn’t stay with them for much time at all. In fact, she couldn’t get away fast enough. Shit . . . this was a bad idea.

I can only imagine what Ellery is like. Visions of a snooty, rich woman who’s afraid to get dirty fill my thoughts.

Will I look like them?

Would I have played rugby or polo instead of football?

My little ballerina stirs and reaches out as if she’s looking for me. I take a deep breath in, then let it out gradually.

I get out of the SUV and grab her purse, our bags, and my wallet. I lock the Range Rover while I go inside and walk to the front desk. The hotel is unique and gorgeous; I really think Heather is going to love this place.

A middle-aged woman with a silver pin in her pale blonde hair greets me. “Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation with us?”

“’Evening. No, I do not. I was hoping that you’d have a room available. I know it’s short notice.”

She checks her computer before giving me an answer. “Yes, sir, you are in luck. We have one room available. It is called the Edvard Munch room with a king-sized bed.”

“That will be great, thank you.” I take my wallet out and hand her my credit card and license.

Moments later a bellhop appears and loads our bags onto the cart.

“Thank you, Mr. Ryan, you are all set. You still have an hour to place your room service order for the morning, if you are interested. Please enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you. Have a good evening,” I add politely and follow the bellhop up to the Edvard Munch room. I open the door, and he brings in our bags. After I tip him, he thanks me politely and walks out. I follow behind him and head back outside to the SUV.

When I unlock the door and open it, she’s still sound asleep. I chuckle to myself and lean down to wake her. “Heather, baby, wake up. We’re here.” I brush my knuckles across her porcelain skin to try to stir her awake.

“Hmm?” she mumbles and reaches for me.

“I need you to get up and come to bed with me.”

Her eyes are still closed when she nods, and I help her to sit up.

This time I actually chuckle out loud because her wild hair is stuck to her face when she sits up. “Damn, you are adorable.” I reach up and move her hair away from her face as her eyes blink open slowly. I smile and help her slip her flat shoes on. “Hi, gorgeous girl. You ready for bed?”

She takes in a breath of the clean spring air and gives me the utmost glittering, sleepy smile I have ever seen. “I think so, but where are we?”

“Not far from their place,” I reply before taking her hand and helping her out of the backseat.

She steps onto the ground and wraps her arms around my torso, holding me close as she takes in a deep breath.

I reach into the SUV and grab her blanket before closing the door and leading her inside. I watch as she blinks a few times, attempting to wake up and take in this gorgeous boutique hotel.

“Noah . . .”

“Yes?” I rub her back softly as I walk her inside.

“This place is gorgeous. We’re staying here?”

“Yes, we are.”

I lead her up to the room and open the door; she gasps in quiet awe before walking in. The room is decorated in hues of gold and black with the king-sized bed taking up most of the available space. The black headboard is lined in a golden frame, and above it hangs four different sized and shaped mirrors. An antique leather chair takes up the space in the corner, and it’s all the room needs. Heather’s arms tighten around me, and I lift her, carrying her to the oversized bed and setting her down.

“Is this place going to work for the weekend?”

“Noah, it’s absolutely perfect.” She beams up at me and pats the bed. “Come sleep with me; you look exhausted.” She gives me a small frown and sits up, sudden worry flashing across her face. “What’s wrong?”

I pull my clothing off and get into the bed in just my boxer briefs.

“Nothing is wrong. I’m just nervous as hell. Would you mind doing something for me? Tomorrow morning when we’ve both gotten some sleep, would you mind telling me about them?”

I watch her as she undresses and crawls under the covers with me. She’s completely naked and looks momentarily confused about where her bra and panties are.

“Of course I will. Everything is going to be fine, okay?” she replies softly as she faces me, lying on her side.

“Thank you, ballerina.” I reach out for her and pull her onto my chest where she belongs. “Why in the hell do you think you’re sleeping over there?” I ask playfully as she settles on top of me and gets comfortable.

Her soft laugh makes me grin, and I reach over and turn out the light.

“I just thought . . .” she tries to explain, but I interrupt her.

“Yeah, well, you thought wrong.”

That gets her to laugh again before we both start to drift off into a comfortable place. I am moments from passing out while listening to her breathe when her voice startles me.

“Noah?”

“Yeah?” I reply with my eyes closed.

She hesitates before answering me in a harsh whisper. “Are you asleep?”

I breathe out and kiss the top of her head. “Not yet, baby.”