The Truth About Lennon
Sated and completely out of breath, I collapse on Noah’s chest. It takes several minutes to regain my strength, but when I finally do, I kiss his warm skin and meet his gaze.
“Thank you.”
Noah palms my ass. “You don’t ever have to thank me for that.”
“I wasn’t.” I brush my thumb along his lower lip, loving how plump it is from my mouth. “Thank you for being on the road that day,” I say. “Thank you for being so kind and compassionate and open to my crazy ways. But mostly, thank you for showing me what it’s like to be with a real man.”
Noah’s eyes smolder, his hard cock—still inside of me—quickly regaining strength. And just when I expect him to say something, his mouth claims mine. The next second he has me flipped over, his strong, warm body pressing me into the mattress.
Nirvana.
This right here is my nirvana.
The sound of my phone alarm startles me awake. Reaching for the nightstand, I quickly shut it off. Yawning, I stretch my arms and look over at the alarm clock. 6:00 a.m. Way too early for me to get up, but I want to make Noah and Nova breakfast.
Arching my back, I roll over and come face to face with the most spectacular view. Noah is next to me, flat on his stomach, one arm tucked under his head, the other draped around a pillow. The sheet is bunched around his hips, and I already know that if I raise the blanket, I will find him naked as the day he was born.
His skin looks so smooth and soft in the morning light that I can’t resist reaching out and touching him. I run a finger along his bicep, tracing the outline of one of his tattoos. He stirs at my touch, but doesn’t wake up, and I kiss the spot my finger touched before slipping out of bed. I don’t make it far because a big, strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me backward into an equally hard chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Noah’s voice is raspy
from sleep, and it wakes up all of my lady parts.
“I was going to make you and Nova breakfast,” I say, wriggling my ass against his erection, which is pressed against me and growing by the second. “There’s something poking me.”
Noah’s grip around my waist tightens. “What the hell do you expect? My girl is naked and rubbing all up on me and oh look—” Noah’s hand slides up. “There’s a boob.”
My eyes nearly roll back in my head when he massages me.
“Are they always this soft in the morning?”
“I wouldn’t know—” My words break off into a moan when Noah flicks my nipple. “If you keep doing that, you won’t get breakfast.”
“Are you on the menu?” Next thing I know, Noah has my back pinned against the bed and is shouldering his way between my thighs. “Now this is what I call breakfast.”
With the first pass of his tongue up my slit, I arch off the bed.
Driving my fingers into his hair, I grip it tight, ensuring that his face stays right where I need it. “Noah.”
“Hold on, baby. This’ll only take a minute.”
Six minutes later, I slide out of bed with a stupid-ass grin on my face. Noah is relaxed against the pillows, arms tucked behind his head with a smug smile.
“Stop looking at me like that.” I toss a pillow at him.
He laughs, catching it mid-air. “What?” He tosses the pillow to the side and holds his hands out. “A guy can’t smile after eating his girlfriend’s pussy? Breakfast of champions, if you ask me.”
I roll my eyes, grab my pajamas off the floor, and tug them on. “What do you think Nova would like for breakfast?”
“She’ll be good with a bowl of cereal.”
“No,” I scoff. “The first breakfast I make her can’t be a bowl of cereal. How about pancakes?”
Noah’s shit-eating grin fades into a gentle smile. “She loves pancakes.”
“Pancakes it is.”
I tiptoe out of Noah’s room and move quietly down the hall. I’ve maneuvered around his kitchen enough to know right where the pots and pans are. I grab a skillet and heat it up on the stove while I whip up enough pancake batter for the three of us.