Page 17 of The Getaway
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, finally releasing my nipple only to reach down between us. “Be a good girl, and fucking cum.”
His fingers find my clit, applying the right amount of pressure as he circles it. I do as he says. I explode, my vision going blurry as I ride through the best orgasm of my life. Noah moans my name, pumping into me before his hips still, swearing as he cums.
He falls forward slightly, catching his weight on his hands on either side of me as they shake and letting my knee fall freely beside him. Dropping his head to my shoulder, he places a gentle kiss.
Contentment and exhaustion weigh heavily on me, and I feel as if I could fall asleep like this. Instead, I bring a hand up between us, placing it gently on his chest and pushing him up.
“There’s a hot tub on the back deck,” I state, scrambling to find a reason for him to stay.
He stares down at me, a lazy smile stretching across his handsome face.
“That is the second-best thing I’ve heard tonight.”
I raise my brow. “Second best?”
Noah smirks, placing a kiss on the side of my mouth before leaning into whisper in my ear. “Nothing is better than the sound of you cumming with my name on your lips.”
Chapter 6- Noah
I have never hated my internal alarm clock before today.
Without even opening my eyes, I know that the sun hasn’t even risen yet. Being an early riser is great back home for everything that needs to be done daily on the farm. But after the events of last night, I had hoped that, for once, I would actually sleep in.
I should have known I wouldn’t be so lucky.
Sucking in a deep, slow breath, I focus on the sound of the waves in hopes of them lulling me to sleep. However, thoughts of last night, of the way Bri came so beautifully over and over, has my eyes opening. The need to see her, to confirm that she’s real and not some perfect fantasy brought on from a day of travel, is more urgent than fighting for sleep that won’t come.
But when my eyes land on the empty space in the bed beside me, every inch of my body tightens, and I immediately sit up. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m waking up in a room that is not the one I checked into yesterday afternoon, I would be doubting my memories completely.
Shoving the sheets away and swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I’m about to get up when movement from the corner of my eye makes me pause.
The glass doors across the room are open, letting in the salty breeze and helping soothe me. My eyes settle on Bri, my heart skipping a beat and I find myself more energized than I have ever been before coffee. Silently, I push to my feet and make my way across the room but don’t join her just yet. Instead, I lean against the doorway and take a moment to admire Bri as she watches the sunrise with a mug in hand.
I’ve seen hundreds of sunrises in my life. Watched the darkness from the night get chased away by the pinks and oranges before light settles across the land more times than I can count. Each and every day I take a few minutes to marvel at the beauty of the farm as it’s basked in the morning light.
But none of those sunrises compare to the sight of this one.
Last night, I noticed the back deck has three sections to it, each showcasing a different feature. Behind the kitchen is the small infinity pool and hot tub. Bri and I enjoyed ourselves for an hour, making small talk and easy jokes before the tension once again became too much and we stumbled to the bed together. The middle of the deck has a small outdoor table with chairs and another set of steps leading to a lower deck that sits just above the water with two lounge chairs.
The side of the deck that is off the bedroom is where Bri currently rests. There’s a large round chair, with outdoor cushions and pillows, that sits to the side of the door and could easily fit the two of us. That’s not the focus of this side though.
It’s where Bri chose to watch the sunrise that steals the spotlight.
The floor of the wooden deck stops halfway, and a net made up of thick rope stretches across the remaining length, with nothing but the water below. Bri is in the middle of it with the white blanket from the bed wrapped around her and tucked under her arms.
I stifle a groan at the thought of her naked beneath the blanket and adjust my aching cock inside my boxers. Apparently, my body doesn’t care that we had sex only hours ago.
My feet move on their own and when I reach where the deck meets the net, Bri startles me by speaking up.
“Good morning.” She glances back at me, resting her chin on her shoulder and smiling before turning back to the sunrise. Her red hair tumbles in messy waves down her back, making her look deliciously disheveled, reminding me once more of everything we did last night.
“Good morning, Sugar.”
The nickname rolls off my tongue as I carefully move to sit beside her on the bit of extra blanket. A slight blush spreads across her cheeks while she tries, and fails, to hide her smile behind her mug.
“How long have you been out here?” I question, surprised that she’s awake, but unsure if she likes talking in the morning. Not that I normally am talkative, but it’s not uncommon that someone else is around at the crack of dawn when I start my work, so I do know how to be nice before caffeine.
“A few minutes, if that,” Bri states and her brows furrow as she turns to me. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”