The Truth About Lennon

Lennon moans when I guide myself to her entrance, sliding my dick in as deep as her body will allow.

“Noah—”

“Shh…” I press my lips to her outer ear. “I just need to be inside you.”

“I need that, too.” Lennon yawns, her eyelids drifting shut. I sweep my eyes over her naked body, along the sensual curve of her hip, and my fingers follow. Goosebumps rise under my touch, and when I kiss Lennon’s bare shoulder, she shivers. The sensation of having her wrapped around me is almost too much. I’m tempted to pull out, roll over, and call it a night, remind myself that I don’t deserve a woman like her because I don’t have time for someone else in my life, but I’m too damn selfish.

This girl is mine.

And I have to take what’s mine.

Lennon doesn’t resist when I worship her body one last time, and when we roll over and her breathing evens out, her limbs go lax against mine, I realize for the first time in five years that I feel…content.

Truly content.

It’s as though she completes a part of me I didn’t know was missing.

Closing my eyes, I relish the feel of her soft body pressed against mine. It’s in this position, with her hair fanned out around her head and my palm gently cupping her breast, that I fall asleep.

Some time later, the sound of the front door slamming startles me awake.

The sun is starting to peek through the curtains, but it’s still dim, and a glance at the clock reveals that it’s only six o’clock in the morning. I yawn, lying there for a couple of seconds, wondering if maybe the door closing was all just a dream, and then I hear it: the faint sound of feet pitter-pattering around the living room.

“Shit,” I hiss, waking Lennon up.

“What’s wrong?” Wrapping the sheet around her chest, Lennon yawns. “You okay?”

“Nova’s home.”

“What?” she says, a bit too loudly. Quickly realizing her mistake, she covers her mouth with her hands.

Slipping out of bed, I tiptoe across the room and flick the lock on the door so Nova can’t barge in, because that’s something she would do. I’ve always had an open-door policy with her, but this is something she most definitely does not need to see.

“Daddy?”

Nova’s voice carries through the house, and I berate myself for being in a position that doesn’t allow me to go straight to her.

Lennon’s eyes widen, and she scurries from the bed, quickly slipping into her clothes from the night before.

“Daddy, are you up?” The knob on my door wiggles, and my stomach twists in a knot. “Daddy?”

Closing my eyes, I run a hand over my face. “I’m here, baby girl. I’ve gotta get dressed and I’ll be right out.”

“Noah?”

“Who is that?” Lennon mouths.

“My mother.”

Lennon’s face pales, and I reach out for her. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “Just give me a second to figure this out.”

“This is not okay,” she whispers back. “Your mother and daughter are outside that door.” Lennon is watching said door as if the devil himself is about to barge in, and I have to admit, the look on her face is a little comical. If we weren’t pressed for time, I’d kiss the shit out of her gaping lips.

“My dad, too,” I add, unable to help myself.

Lennon’s mouth snaps shut, and she glares at me.

“Noah?” my mom hollers again. “Is that you?”