Soaring with Fallon (Big Sky 4)

“Oh, you know, same ol’, same ol’. Remember Henry from HR?”

“The old geezer who used to piss you off all the time?” I ask and then gasp when Noah sinks a finger inside me.

“No, that’s Harry. Henry was the younger one they hired right before you quit.”

“Oh.” I bite my lip again, surprised it’s not bleeding. “Right. Him.”

“So, he took me out on a date last night.”

“Yeah?” I slap at Noah’s arm, but he ignores me, continuing to play with me. “How’d that go?”

“Are you having sex?” she asks out of the blue, and Noah smiles widely, nodding his head emphatically.

“No.” It’s not a lie. I scowl, trying to warn him to stop, but he just shrugs and nudges his shoulders between my legs.

Shit, I won’t be able to pull this off.

“Forget Henry,” Claire says with a laugh. “Who is he?”

“Noah,” I say and glare at the man who’s just sealed his lips over my clit. “And he’s being naughty right now.”

“Good for Noah. I love the happiness I hear in your voice, but can we keep this rated PG?”

Noah says loudly enough for Claire to hear, “No, she has to go now.”

“Call me later,” Claire says with a laugh. “I’ll want to hear all about him.”

“Okay. Bye.” I click off and giggle. “That wasn’t nice, Noah.”

“No?”

I shake my head.

“This isn’t nice?” He licks me the way he did last night, but instead of leaving to grab a condom, he keeps going, tickling the edges of my core and the crease where my legs meet my center, making my toes curl.

“Oh, that does feel nice.” I sigh.

“And what about this?” His tongue follows his fingertips, and I sigh again in bliss.

“Yeah.”

He flips me over easily, brushes my hair out of his way, and kisses the back of my neck, then down my spine to my ass.

“You have a great butt,” he says before he nibbles on one cheek. “It fits in my hands perfectly.”

“So glad you approve,” I reply and laugh, and then sigh yet again when his fingertips dip into the promised land, making my eyes cross. “God, you’re good with your hands.”

“Just my hands?”

I feel him reach for a condom and grin in anticipation.

“Other parts, too.”

He holds my legs together and straddles them, then spreads my cheeks apart and slips his cock inside me, making me gasp.

“Holy shit,” I mutter.

“Too much?” He stills, waiting for my answer.

“No. Just—” I lick my lips and take a deep breath. “You feel huge in this position.”

He leans in and presses his lips to my ear. “That’s the goal. If it’s too much, just say so.”

I nod, and he begins to move.

I won’t last long like this. It’s overwhelming, the size of him. The way he fills me.

The way he makes me feel.

Vulnerable and safe all at the same time.

Sex with Noah is not just a physical thing.

“How’s that?”

I can’t form words.

“Fal,” he says softly but maintains his rhythm. “Tell me.”

“So good,” I gasp. “So, so good.”

I feel him grin before he sits up on his knees, bracing himself on the headboard with one hand and my hip with the other. The next thing I know, my orgasm is back, wrapping its way around my torso, shooting through my fingers and toes.

“Jesus,” he says when he can breathe again. The routine is the same from last night, dispose of the condom and clean us up, and then he’s smiling down at me. “Your tea is cold. I have to go brew you a fresh cup.”

I drag my fingertips down his cheek, enjoying the way the stubble feels against my short nails.

“I can brew my tea,” I offer. “And your coffee if you like.”

He kisses my forehead in that way that makes me soften. “Thank you.”

“I’ll even cook breakfast.”

“I won’t complain.” He grins, waggles his eyebrows, and springs from the bed, pulling on clothes. “I don’t remember the last time I slept this late.”

“Me either,” I admit. “Are you late for work?”

“Nah, they’ve got it handled. I told them I’d be hit and miss today anyway. What about you?”

“I don’t work until noon.” I pad from the bed, out into the hallway, and walk naked to my room. Noah follows. “What do you have going on today?”

“My parents are coming in.”

I stop, pull my tank over my head, and stare at him. “Do they need this room?”

“No, they usually stay with Jeff and Nancy.” He smiles and leans on the doorframe as he watches me get dressed. “Dad likes to play ranch hand for a few months, and Mom and Nancy are besties.”

“Did you just say besties?”

“What? They are.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Who’s your bestie?”

“Gray,” he says immediately. “And Max. What about you?”

I frown and pull on my yoga pants, thinking about it. “Claire is my closest friend,” I say at last. “And Penny.”