One Last Time(64)

I hold my breath, hoping Finn gives him a chance. His room is filled with all kinds of things from the books and movies. We’ve gone to the theme park countless times. Finn has read the series, seen every movie, and can probably recite most of the lines.

“Have you?”

“Heck yeah!” Noah smiles. “Who is your favorite character?”

“Who is yours?” he counters.

Noah grins at him. “Sirius. Hands down.”

Finn looks to me and then back to Noah. “Me, too! Did you cry when he died?”

The two of them start talking about the plot and what they would’ve done if they were each character. Noah and Finn take turns laughing at the ideas they come up with and the reasons why.

Aubrey and I follow behind them, and for the first time in a long time, I feel whole.

Even with all the crap that happened today, it’s as if my life just clicked into place. My son is smiling, even though a few hours ago he was in tears. My daughter is happy and smitten with Noah. And I know how lucky I am to have found this man.

As we walk, people stare, whisper, and a few take photos, but he doesn’t acknowledge anyone. He only gives the three of us his time.

“You having fun?” Noah asks as the kids run off to see the sharks.

I wish I could kiss him right now, but this isn’t the right time. We’re in public, and the kids are in no way ready to see anything close to a relationship. “I am. I miss our bubble, though.”

He leans against the railing beside me. Our arms brush against each other, which is the most touching we’ve done. “I do, too. I liked our privacy.”

“Hi, Mr. Frazier, I was wondering if I could take a picture with you?” A girl in her early twenties asks, giving him the face Aubrey uses.

“I’m sorry, I’m here with some friends, and we’re trying to stay low-key.” He politely declines her question, but she still pouts a bit as she nods.

“Oh, sure. Thanks anyway.”

When we went to dinner weeks ago, he said he doesn’t like to turn fans away. I’m confused about why he would do it now. “You could’ve taken a photo.”

He leans in, and I feel his breath on my face. “Not when we’re together, sweetheart. When I’m with you or your kids, I’m just Noah. There’s no photos or any of that, it’s us.”

My eyes meet his and even in the dark, I see the meaning behind his words. Noah is choosing us over anything else. He’s giving us his time, his heart, his attention. Things that matter. If I could bottle this feeling, I would.

“You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now.”

Noah smiles. “I’m pretty sure I can guess.”

“You’ll just have to make up the lost time.”

“Yeah?”

I move my finger so it just touches his hand. “I’m thinking tonight.”

“Noah!” Aubrey yells with her hands on the glass. “Come see! The shark is going to eat Finn!”

He hooks his pinky with mine. “You’re on.”

I lean my head back and wonder what the hell I did in this life to deserve him. Here’s a man who could get any woman he wants, and yet, he’s with me. I’m sure Noah’s life is filled with invites, parties, and probably no shortage of indulgences, but he’s at an aquarium with two kids and a divorcee. Life is good, and I’m a lucky bitch.





Chapter Twenty-Seven





Kristin





“Fuck, your mouth is heaven,” Noah says as I bob. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take me deeper.”

I do. I take his cock back as far as I can, and he groans. I love the way his face scrunches when he’s trying to keep himself in check. There’s something gratifying about a simple girl like me being the reason the vein in his neck is swelling.

His eyes find mine, and I take him deep to the back of my throat. “I’m going to make you come so hard,” he promises. “I’m going to see how many times your body releases for me. I want to taste you, fill you, love you until you can’t take it. Do you want that?”

I moan, knowing the vibrations will cause him to lose it.

Noah’s head falls back, and I run my tongue along his shaft as I move up and down. My hands pump him, and he grunts. Then I cup his balls, and he almost loses it. “You. Shit. I can’t. Holy hell.” He can’t get any words out, and I take great pleasure in seeing him out of control.

I lift, sliding my tongue around the head. “You like that?” I ask as I do it again.

“I want to come inside you,” he tells me. “Don’t make me come yet.”

“So, you don’t want me to do this?” I ask as I take him back into my mouth, going as deep as I can before releasing him. “What about when I do this?” I lick the underside of his cock and then his balls.

“Kristin.” He groans and then pulls me off.

I look at him with a satisfied grin.

He struggles for breath and then crushes his lips to mine. Our tongues duel, knowing that he enjoys me pushing him just as much as he likes to be in charge. Each time we’re together, it’s different. Noah allows me to be myself without any apologies. If I want something in bed, I have to ask, and he is damn sure to let me know how he feels.