Finding You
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Feeling my stomach drop, I was about to tell Alex when the bell rang on the front door and Noah and Will walked in. Both of them were covered in sweat with their T-shirts plastered to their chest. My eyes landed on Noah’s perfectly chiseled chest as my libido kicked into overdrive.
“Holy hell,” I whispered.
“Lord, please let Bayli nap extra long today,” Alex said next to me.
Turning my head to look at Alex, I gave her a shocked expression. Alex waved me off. “Please, don’t even look at me like that. I’ve been dying to break in my office furniture.”
Slamming my hands over my ears, I said, “Ew! I didn’t need that visual, you bitch!”
Will walked up to Alex and kissed her as she grabbed him by the shirt and said, “I need to talk to you alone in my office.”
Will glanced at Noah and wiggled his eyebrows as Noah laughed and called out, “Have fun kids!”
Watching Alex and Will walk toward the back, I quickly turned back and let my eyes take in the handsome man standing in front of me.
His brown hair was wet and a mess on top of his head. His caramel eyes danced with a desire that had my body literally aching to feel him inside of me. His perfectly plump lips demanded to be kissed by mine.
“Baby, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to bend you over the counter and fuck you hard and fast.”
A soft low moan escaped my lips as I quickly reached behind the counter and grabbed my purse. “We really need to get you home, so you can shower,” I said as I walked past Noah and locked the front door. Turning off the open sign, I placed the out to lunch sign in the door and grabbed Noah’s hand as I led him to the back door and to his truck.
Once we moved to Mason, Noah decided he needed a truck. He traded his Nissan sports car in for a Chevy truck. I’d never seen anyone as excited as he was when he drove it home for the first time. We barely made it into Mason County before Noah pulled down a dirt road and parked. Claiming we needed to break the truck in ASAP, he climbed into the bed of his truck and dragged me with him. We quickly got lost in each other and stayed in that field for three hours. Talking, making love, and talking some more. It had been the perfect way to celebrate our moving to Mason.
“Grace, you’re not even going to tell Alex you’re leaving?”
“Nope,” I said as I opened the driver’s side door and pushed Noah in. “I need to be with you. Now.”
Noah licked his lips as he quickly motioned for me to get in the truck. Running around the front, I climbed in and quickly unbuttoned his jeans.
“Grace, baby I’ve been working in the field loading hay bales. The sweat on my balls has sweat on it.”
“Don’t care,” I said as I quickly found what I was looking for. “Drive Noah.”
“How in the hell do you expect me to . . . holy fuck!”
Wrapping my lips around his dick, I began sucking. Noah’s hand went to my head where he grabbed a handful of hair and guided my head to the motion he wanted. “Mother of God, that feels amazing,” Noah hissed between gritted teeth.
Pulling my lips off of him, I looked at him and said, “Drive. Noah.”
Putting the truck into reverse, Noah, backed up and then headed to our three-bedroom house we had bought after Noah and Em sold the house in Austin they grew up in. They split the money, and Noah and I used his half to put down on our little piece of heaven here in Mason. It was perfect. Six miles from the shop, and only ten minutes from my parents’ ranch.
“Oh God, Grace, baby, you better stop or I’m going to come.”
Smiling, I slowly started to sit up when Noah pushed my head back down on his dick, nearly causing me to gag and throw up.
“Holy fuck! Your dad. Your dad is behind me! No! No! No!”
Pushing his hand off my head, I raised up slightly. “What?”
“He’s pulling up next to me. Oh for the love of God! Why?”
“Don’t look at him. Speed up. Go faster!”
“Fucking hell, Grace. Don’t say shit like that. All I can think of is fucking you right now and my dick is about to explode.”
Biting on my lip, I said, “Oh really?” Running my tongue along his shaft, Noah sucked in air through his teeth and moaned.
“Stop. Grace. Your father is . . . oh God . . . oh yeah, baby.”
Slipping him into my mouth again, I went to town. “No! Grace, your head is fucking bopping up and down. Have. To. Stop.”
As I moaned against his dick, Noah dropped his head back onto the headrest. “Fuck, I’m going to die before I even had chance to marry you.”