I crossed my legs, trying to ignore the aching I was currently feeling for him.
“Jesus Christ,” Mayko whispered.
Without missing a beat, Noah turned off the stove, placing a mat down in front of us before lifting the pan into the center.
“Here you have Egg and Tomato Breakfast Skillet,” he stated before stepping over to me, taking a piece of bread, dipping it the red sauce, and bringing it to my lips. He blew gently before lifting it for me to eat off his fingertips.
“Oh my god,” I said. It was amazing.
“Like I said, the best breakfast in town,” he smirked, brushing the corner of my mouth with his thumb.
“Don’t mind us. We’ll just eat our feelings,” Antigone stated, reaching for a piece of bread as well.
The both moaned, and I felt proud. I was happy they got to meet him, and most importantly, see him they same way I did. He was fucking amazing.
Noah
I knew I didn’t have anything to prove—Amelia would love me no matter what anyone had to say. But I wanted her sisters to like me anyway. Despite the fact that they each looked vastly different from each other, all three of them share a lot of similarities, and I could tell Amelia really, truly cared what they thought of her.
We had spent the day touring, Amelia and I disguised of course. That was a small price to pay for the amount of fun she had. With everything going on, I wanted her to remember her life, our life, and the people within it weren’t all bad. She needed a break from the constant shitstorm trying to rain on us, even if it was just for a day.
“Thank you for today,” she said, squeezing my hand as we walked to the awaiting car from the airfield. It was late, and her sisters said they’d prefer to head back to school. I was pretty sure they were only saying that because they didn’t want to intrude.
“No thanks required,” I replied.
When Daniel opened the car door for us, we slid inside, our hands never unlinking.
Silently, my thumb rubbed slow circles over her hand. When she placed her leg over the top of my thigh, I felt the excitement rising in the pit of my stomach. Releasing her hand, I slid up her dress until my hand rested on her smooth upper thigh.
I wanted her. It felt like it had been years since I had had her, and when she moved to sit in my lap, I knew she wanted me just as bad. We weren’t going to make it back to the hotel suite. I slipped the yellow strap of her dress off her shoulder, allowing me kiss her neck, my right hand grabbing a handful of her breast. Annoyed with the fabric, needing to feel her skin, I pulled the down the top of her dress, bra included, freeing her breasts.
“Noah!” she squealed as I pinched her nipple, tugging on it. She rubbed her ass on my cock, teasing me just as much as I was teasing her.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about fucking you?” I asked, biting the top of her ear. “How badly I’ve wanted to bury my dick in your pussy, Amelia? I’m losing my mind here.”
She could only moan in response.
“Daniel,” I called out, not bothering to look away from her body, my hands sliding into her underwear. “Find a place to park and come back in an hour.”
Without question or hesitation, he pulled over. Leaving the car on, he stepped out. I really didn’t give a damn if he was in the car or not when I took her, but I didn’t want her overanalyzing this later.
Pushing down the rest of her dress until it and her bra sat around her waist, I kissed down her spine as she bent over as far as she could within the backseat of the Mercedes.
She turned back to face me, lust burning hotter than the sun in her blue eyes. Slowly she slid off my lap and onto the seat beside me. Undoing my pants, she reached into them and wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Can I taste you?” she asked, but she didn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, kneeling, she licked the tip of me, and my cock twitched against her tongue.
She licked my cock from top to base not once, not twice, but three times before taking me into her hot, soaking wet mouth.
“Jesus fuck, Amelia,” I hissed, brushing her hair from her face so I could watch as she sucked me off. Being in her mouth was the sweetest kind of torture. Reaching over, I lifted up the bottom part of her dress, exposing her lacy thong. As I pulled on it, she gasped, wiggling her ass for me.
SMACK.
SMACK.
“Ahh!” she gasped, breathing heavily.
SMACK.