Noelle's Rock: A BWWM Holiday Romance (7 page)

“The real reason you didn’t want me to know who you really were after we had sex was because you knew deep down you would never see me again, right?”

Noelle deserves the whole truth if we are going to make us work. I decide the truth is better than a lie, even if it hurts.

“When you first left, I told myself that was it. We had our couple of days of passion. I wanted to immerse myself in practice and preparing for my tour with the band. I had no intention of ever seeing you again. Then the dreams started. I started seeing you in my dreams at night. I would wake up hard and throbbing to be inside of your hotness. I craved to feel your slick heat surrounding me as we made sweet love. I swear I could even smell your scent and taste the sweet stickiness of your juices on my lips and tongue.”

“Enough!” Noelle exclaims. I notice the hot flush to her cheeks in the dim interior of the limousine.

My eyes narrow on her beautiful, brown face. I notice how succulent her breasts look pressed against her shimmering blouse. I notice how her jeans encase her thick thighs like a second skin. My mouth begins to water, and I breathe deeply as if inhaling the scent of infinite sweetness.

I watch her watching me. Her brown eyes are like burnt, shiny marbles, filled with passionate desire burning deep into their embers. My nostrils spread with the hardening of my rising desire beneath my zippered, black jeans.

“Come here,” I order her.

“No,” she whispers.

“You dare defy me?” I ask with a smirk.

I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I am as quick as a lion devouring its prey. I reach for her and settle her in my lap into a straddle position. My big hands cup the softness of her well rounded ass and pull her center closer to my hard rod.

I can feel her heat eat through the material of our respective jeans. This only makes me want her more. Blood is raging and pumping through my veins as I look into her heated gaze. Our lips meet with one accord. My tongue plunges past her sweet, succulent lips. Our wet tongues meet in an excited greeting once again.

We explore each other’s mouths at leisure with the promise of more pleasurable things to come. I become swept up in Noelle’s pleasantly, sweet scent. Her scent is sweet and delicate, unlike the scent of Peaches’ nauseatingly, heavy-scented perfume.

Everything is perfectly balanced with Noelle. She fits in my arms perfectly as if God just formed her for me and only me. Her mouth is as sweet as honey as I continue to sip from her mouth and lips with the need to own her for more than one fleeting night.

My hands begin to itch and lead me to explore her soft, curvy body at will. She moans between slow, dragged-out kisses as we continue to sip from each other’s lips, giving life to one another through the exchanging of breaths.

I receive the exchanging of our DNA with gladness, and my heart swells to gigantic proportions as I fall deeper into this gem of a woman. She is ensnaring me without her even knowing how much she affects me.

Noelle begins to grind downward onto my stiffness. My hips lift automatically to meet her downward grind with my upward thrust. I groan beneath her soft, thick, kissable lips. My hand cups one beast in my hand. I can feel her pebbled, hard nipple through her clothing.

My lips move to her breasts, and my teeth bite through the material that is covering her nipples. Noelle moans so sweetly and throws her head back in pleasure. My mouth is leaving a wet spot on the clingy material of her delicate shirt, but I pay it no mind as I move to her other breast and give it the same attention that I gave the first one.

Our lips met greedily once again as the world closes around us, and we feel like the only two alive in this present moment. Our heated kiss went on and on, and the limousine filled with our heavy breathing as we fog up the cold windows. I need to finally come up for breath, and I am sure Noelle does too.

I pull my lips slowly back and stare at her full, kissable lips. She looks so sexy and wanton before me. Her lips are slightly swollen from my deep, drugging kisses. My hand raises to her hair, and I run my fingers through her soft, textured curls.

Her scalp is warm to my touch as I massage it. Her eyes close, and she moans as if I am making sweet love to her. “Can we start over?” I ask.

Her eyes pop open. She looks deeply into my eyes. It feels like she is looking directly into my soul and I into hers.

“Yes,” she finally replies.

Our faces are so close together that I can feel her sweet breath on my lips.

“My name is Beau Barringer, and I am a rock star,” I say in a way of reintroducing myself to this angel of a woman right before my very eyes.

“Hi, Beau Barringer the rock star,” she says with a teasing smile. “My name is Noelle Winters, and I am a lowly receptionist in a major company,” she smiles even wider as she continues to tease me.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Noelle Winters, but there is nothing lowly about you.”

Noelle’s smile becomes even wider as she reveals a set of perfectly white teeth. Her smile slowly disappears as my head moves slowly closer to hers. Our lips met once again in understanding as the fire builds between our bodies and hearts alike.

Chapter 9

Noelle

My Grown-Up Christmas List

I can’t believe I’m seeing Beau. I never expected to see him again once I left his home out in the middle of nowhere.

As I drove away on that snowy, Sunday evening of what seems like a faraway dream, Barry, as I knew him then, watched me as he stood in his baggy jeans and sheepskin coat to ward off the chill. He watched me drive away with a forlorn expression on his face. It was the same forlorn feeling that I felt in my heart, but I knew I had to leave and head back to the real world instead of some fairy tale I made up for the weekend with a passionate, sexy, and handsome stranger.

The elevator doors swish open, bringing my mind back to the present moment. I look up to notice that the private elevator that Beau and I are traveling in has carried us straight up to a lavish suite on the top floor of this expensive hotel.

The penthouse level’s private elevator opens up to a gigantic lounge area. We take some stairs down to the main floor, covered with deep, soft carpet. There is a huge, decorated Christmas tree on display with its multi-colored lights twinkling in reverence to the coming, festive season.

“Wow, Beau. This place is beautiful. But why are you staying here instead of your house in the country?” I ask him.

“I need to be on hand and not too far away when I am performing; I also need to make myself accessible to the band if something pops up. Besides, we have another performance in two days in another city, and my band and I fly out tomorrow night.”

“That makes sense,” I say but feel my heart plummet when he says he will be flying out tomorrow night. I feel a sense of loss already.

“Don’t look so sad, baby,” he tilts my chin and looks into my brown eyes. “I will be back sooner than you think, and I won’t stay away from you again since I have finally found you.” He looks deep into my eyes with a look that I can’t define.

“How are you feeling?” he asks suddenly as he leads me over to a comfortable looking couch.

“I am feeling better.”

“I know it’s late, but I will feel a lot better after a doctor checks you out.” He walks over to a telephone and starts punching in some numbers. “This is Beau Barringer in the top penthouse suite, room 2052. Will you please send the hotel doctor up at once?” he says into the receiver of the telephone.

I jump off the couch in surprise. “I am fine, Beau,” I say as I walk over to him. “It is too late to be calling a doctor to check me out. I promise that I felt light headed because I didn’t eat much today. Plus, it was a shock seeing you on stage tonight,” I admit truthfully.

Beau gives me that sexy, penetrating stare once again. My body becomes warm all over from his heated gaze. I don’t even think he realizes the affect he has on me.

“I still feel the need to have a doctor check you out. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I will make it worth his while,” he adds before resuming his conversation. “Yes, thank you,” he speaks into the receiver once again. “Can you also have some soup and sandwiches sent up with a glass of milk? Great,” he says before replacing the receiver.

“Beau!” I say, crossing my arms across my ample breasts. “I told you I don’t need a doctor.”

My stomach takes that moment to grumble aloud. My cheeks flush a deep hue of berry against my brown skin tone.

“You must take better care of yourself. As long as I am around, you need to get use to me taking care of you. That’s just who I am,” he says, walking over to me and pulling me into his embrace. He squeezes me tightly, but not too tightly, against his chest.

My hands instantly spread across his chest as I look up into his eyes. His head comes down as his lips softly brush against my lips. His lips continue to brush butterfly-like, teasing kisses across my plump lips. My arms encircle his neck as my fingers brush through the silken strands of his hair near his neckline.

I breathe in his viral scent. The scent is of his cologne as well as his own scent of magnetism that draws me deeper into his strong presence.

There is a knock at the door that breaks us away from our intimate kiss. I moan with disappointment. Beau looks into my eyes and gives me a sexy smile before sauntering over and pressing a button to allow the doctor’s entrance.

A short, heavy-set man, with hair the color of corn silk, walks into the room. Round spectacles sit on the edge of his nose. “I am Dr. Denton,” he says, extending his hand in greeting towards Beau.

Beau clasps Dr. Denton’s hand in his own as he stands tall over the short doctor. “I am so sorry to disturb you, but I need my lady checked out. She fainted earlier tonight, and she is in the very early stages of pregnancy,” Beau tells the doctor as he walks further into the lounge. “This is Noelle, by the way,” Beau quickly adds.

“Hello, Noelle,” Dr. Denton says. “Let’s see what’s going on with you. Do you have a bedroom that I may give her a check-up in?”

“Oh, yes. Right this way,” Beau says, taking my hand into his as he leads us into a gigantic, luxurious bedroom that is occupied by a king-sized bed as well as a sixty-inch, flat screen television. I also notice a pair of sliding doors that lead out onto a patio. I can see a million lights sparkling through the dark night from the many tall buildings throughout the city.

“May I have some privacy, Mr. Barringer?” asks Dr. Denton.

Beau looks at the doctor as if he wants to stay, but I turn to Beau and tell him that I will be alright with the doctor checking me out alone. He nods his head once before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

“Lie back on the bed, Miss Winters,” Dr. Denton instructs me before going into his black, leather bag.

I follow the doctor’s instruction, and he takes my hand in his first to check my pulse. Dr. Denton has a serious look on his face as he then checks for my heart rate.

“Your pulse and your heart rate are normal, and that is a good thing. Are you taking your prenatal vitamins as instructed and keeping your primary doctor’s appointments as you should?” he questions as he lifts my shirt to press around my stomach with gentle hands.

“I am doing both.”

“Good…good,” he says. “How far along are you exactly?”

I continue to answer all of the doctor’s questions. He finishes his check-up and replaces his medical devices back into his black, leather bag.

“I am sorry Beau bothered you, Dr. Denton,” I say as I pull down my shirt and sit up on the bed.

“Don’t be sorry, Miss. It is always smart to err on the side of caution than not,” he says in a reasonable tone of voice.

“I guess you are right,” I give the friendly doctor a bright smile.

“Don’t forget to see your primary doctor at your earliest convenience to alert him or her of your fainting spell,” he cautions. “And remember to eat right as well as get plenty of rest. Drink plenty of fluids as well. You not only have yourself to think of now, young lady.”

“Thank you doctor, and I will take your advice to heart.”

“Goodbye,” he says before he walks through the bedroom door and closes it behind him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Beau says, entering the bedroom a few minutes later. “The doctor tells me that your vitals are good.”

“Yeah, they are,” I reply, noting the look of relief that spreads across Beau’s handsome face.

The hotel sent up the soup and sandwiches while the doctor was checking you out. I thought we could eat in here so you could be comfortable on the bed.”

“That’s fine,” I say, kicking off my boot heels and sliding back onto the big, comfortable king-sized bed.

Beau’s eyes spark flames as he looks as at me on the bed. He starts to speak but stops as he turns abruptly on his heels and walks out of the room, only to return seconds later with a trolley.

He rolls it beside the bed before removing the silver cover over the tray. My nose inhales the delicious aroma of the tomato soup and the cheesy, grilled cheese sandwiches. My belly chooses that moment to sound off an angry grumble once again.

“Dig in, Noelle” he says as he kicks off his bad ass, harness-style boots. “Wait,” he says before enclosing my hands in his as he bows his head to say a quick blessing over our food.

The more I am with this man, the more my heart endears itself to him. I take my first bite of the warm, grilled cheese sandwich. The cheese leaks out onto my chin, and I begin to laugh. I take a napkin from the trolley to wipe my chin, but Beau instantly stills my hand.

He leans over and swipes his hot tongue against my chin to remove the bit of cheese. I know my brown eyes darken even more as I start to tremble, not from being cold but from the instant heat that pools like molten lava between my thighs.

Beau picks up a spoon and dips it into the bowl of tomato soup to feed me. He stares into my eyes as I take my first taste of tomato soup that is flavored with fresh basil. I close my eyes at the delicious taste of the soup and the desire that spreads through me as Beau continues to feed me.

“Mmm, this soup is so delicious,” I say by the time he feeds me the last spoonful. “You should have eaten some instead of letting me eat it all.” I’m feeling slightly guilty but full nonetheless.

“I have a taste for something sweet,” he says as his nostrils flare open with desire. “All I have been able to think about is the smell of you and the taste of your sweet stickiness on my lips,” he says, standing to push the tray away before coming back to the bed.

I can only stare into his smoky, heated gaze as he has me entranced in a passion-filled haze.

“Feel what you do to me, Noelle,” he says, taking my hand to place over the crotch of his black jeans.

I can feel his hardened length pressed against his zippered jeans, begging to be set free. I need to feel the length and girth of his hot steel in my hands once again. I gaze into his eyes as I unbuckle his belt engraved with a big letter
B
on the buckle.

I trace the letter slowly with my fingers first before sliding the zipper down.

“Wait, Noelle,” Beau growls out as if he is being tortured. “I want to see you undress first.”

“I have an idea. We can undress each other,” I suggest in a soft voice.

Beau removes all of my clothes, except for my pair of barely there, nude panties. He takes one finger to hook beneath the waistband of my panties and finally slides them extra slowly down my legs. The heat in his gaze is burning me inside and causes me to become extra slick between my pussy lips.

Once my panties drop to the floor, Beau assists me with stepping out of them before he bends to scoop them up into his hand. He instantly brings my panties to his nose to inhale my scent. I watch him as he closes his blue-gray eyes and luxuriates in my feminine scent.

He lets out a deep and guttural groan before opening his eyes once again. Beau’s eyes glaze over with fiery desire. It is the same desire that reflects in my own brown eyes.

“Get on the bed and spread ‘em,” he orders in a half growl.

My body shudders from his demanding tone of voice. My breasts are feeling heavier as my nipples strain to be touched and manipulated. I have no desire to disobey Beau’s demand, for I know his demands will give me the ultimate pleasure that my body has been missing.

My eyelids grow heavy from my desire for Beau. I await Beau’s kisses and touches as we take in the subtle differences between each other’s bodies. He follows me to the bed at last, and sensuous sighs escape my lips repeatedly. Beau’s hand splays across my stomach before he bends his head to place a kiss on my slightly, pudgy belly. His tongue dips into my navel and swirls around.

My hands entangle themselves in his black hair. A moan escapes from between my lips as he pushes me gently into a lying position on the bed. His lips travel further south, as he places a warm thorough kiss on my mound.

“I missed the taste of your delicious flavor on my lips,” he mummers against the intimacy of my mound.

Beau nudges my thighs further apart and drapes my legs over the wide expanse of his strong shoulders before he sets out to prove just how much he missed my sweet heat. He takes a swipe with his rough, wet, hot tongue to get his first taste of the night.

“Mmm, your pussy tastes better than I remembered.” His voice causes shock waves to vibrate directly to my core.

I am so ready for Beau to partake of what I offer. I can feel my liquid desire leak from my core as it leaves a slick trail down the split of my ass cheeks. Beau wastes no time following the sweet nectar’s trail as he scoops up every drop with his long and talented tongue.

He plays my clit just as well as he played his electric guitar tonight, if not better. Beau’s tongue continues to delve into the slick folds of my wet lips. I look down between my plump thighs and commit the beauty of his head between my thighs to memory.

The beauty of it all sends me over the edge to a glorious orgasm, as Beau makes delicious love to my heated center with his lips and mouth.

“Damn it, Noelle,” Beau growls, looking at me between my golden thighs. “Baby, this pussy is like an aphrodisiac. I will never get enough of tasting you. I want all of you to belong to me from now on.”

“I want the same thing, Beau,” I moan aloud.