Hearts Ablaze (Hearts On Fire Series) (7 page)

CHAPTER 10

NOAH

I wake up to the sun shining and the smell of coffee. Stretching my arms, I think that may have been the best night of sleep I’ve had in a while. Getting out of bed, I go to the bathroom to relieve myself, wash my hands, and head down the hallway to the kitchen. Aubrey has her back to me, stirring something in a mixing bowl while she sings along to some Eric Church song that’s on the radio. Her blonde hair is in a pile on top of her head, and I can see that it’s damp.
God, how long has she been awake?
I look over at the clock, noticing it’s only nine in the morning. I’m broken out of my thoughts when I look back and she’s staring at me, a huge smile on her face.

“Morning! I was gonna make some waffles, you hungry?”

I give her a quick kiss and head for my Keurig. “Yeah, I could eat. How long have you been up?”

“Oh, I got up about an hour ago. I took a shower; hope you don’t mind. And I borrowed another shirt of yours. I can take it home and wash it for you.” She looks nervous for some reason, and it is absolutely adorable.

“Aubrey, don’t worry about the shirt. I want you to be comfortable and make yourself at home. My home is your home.” I kiss her on the cheek and finish making my coffee. Heading into the living room, I sit down on the couch and turn the news on. “So, what do you want to do today, baby?”

She walks into the living room and plops down on the couch next to me. “I don’t care. It’s supposed to be really nice out, but I don’t feel like doing too much. Do you have a grill? Maybe we could go over to the store and pick some stuff up for a barbeque lunch? I was also thinking about going to that little book shop next to the grocery store and getting this book I’ve been wanting to read.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Do you want to call up Kennedy and Gray and see if they want to come over too? “

“Sure. I’ll send Kenni a text once I’m done with breakfast.”

When Aubrey stands and heads back into the kitchen, I grab my cell from the coffee table and send Gray a text. He responds within minutes.

Grayson: Hey, dude. I’ll pick Kennedy up on the way and be there around one thirty, sound good? Try to have some clothes on when I get there.

Noah: Shut the fuck up. See you at one thirty.

I head into the kitchen to see if Aubrey needs any help and find her putting full plates down on the breakfast bar.
Guess she has it under control.
Sitting down, I immediately dig in.

Oh, my God, she can cook. I’m in Heaven. No way am I letting her go.

“These are amazing, baby. Thank you,” I tell her, stuffing half a waffle in my mouth.

“Seriously, Noah? How old are you again? Shall I cut your food up into small bites for you? I do not want to have to perform the Heimlich.” Laughing, she just shakes her head at me. I grin back, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

Once we’re all finished with breakfast, she takes everything to the sink, turning the water on. I stand up and go over to the sink, shutting it off. She starts to protest, but I kiss her instead.

“These can wait. I have something more important to take care of.” Wrapping my arms around her, I crash my lips onto hers, capturing her moan of surprise as I seek entrance to her mouth. When she opens, I don’t hesitate to slip my tongue in, groaning when I feel hers tangle with mine. She has her arms around my neck and is pressing herself against me. I can feel my cock hardening against her movements. Reaching down, I place my hands under her ass and lift her, her legs easily wrapping around my waist. And that’s when I realize it.

Jesus fucking Christ.
She isn’t wearing any panties. She’s completely naked under my shirt.
Fuck it.
I carry her down the hall and into my bedroom, not bothering to shut the door.

I lay her on the bed and settle myself on top of her, never moving my lips from her. She tastes like maple syrup and fucking Heaven. Placing my hands on the bed next to her head, I lift myself up and lean over her, kissing down her neck. Sitting back on my knees, I lift the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Then I reach for the shirt she has on. She takes the hint and sits up, removing it ever so slowly.

Fuck me. She’s completely bare in front of me. She hasn’t even touched me and I’m already on the verge of coming. Her full round breasts are on display, her pink nipples hardened beads. Her toned legs are half open, and all I want to do is bury myself between then and never leave. Leaning forward, I kiss her roughly, breaking away to leave a trail of kisses down her neck. Her chest is heaving with the anticipation of what I’m going to do. I kiss my way down to one breast and lock my lips around her nipple as she cries out, a hand going to the back of my head. I slowly tease it to a hardened point before I move onto the other one. By the time I make my way down to her stomach, she’s panting and her legs are shaking. And I haven’t even made it to the best part yet.

“Relax, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Moving down the bed, I trail my kisses lower still, until I’m right where I want to be. I grab her ankles and slowly open her legs. Fuck, is she beautiful. And so fucking wet. I run my index finger up and down the length of her pussy, feeling her tremble beneath my hands.
Holy shit, I need to taste her.
I lean forward and run my tongue through her wet folds. She immediately cries out and grabs the sheets in her hands. My cock hardens when I realize how sweet she tastes, and I run my tongue up to her swollen clit, making small circles. She starts thrusting her hips, chasing her release.

That’s right, baby. Fuck my face.

I slide a finger into her, groaning when I feel how hot and tight she is. She’s squeezing my finger, so I slide another one in and curl them, hitting her sweet spot.

“Noah! Oh, my God!” Her breathing has sped up and I can tell she’s close.

“Come for me, baby.” I increase the speed of my fingers as I suck her clit into my mouth. And that’s it. She cries out loudly, my name falling from her lips. I can feel her body latch onto my fingers, her release dripping down my hand. Jesus Christ. Her back arches off the bed and her knuckles are white as she grabs at the sheets. I slide my fingers out of her and wipe my mouth off with the back of my hand.

Rising to my knees, I take in the sight before me. She has a layer of sweat on her body, and her skin is flushed. Her eyes closed, she lays there gasping for breath. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Slowly, she opens her eyes and looks at me.

“Holy shit, Noah. That was so intense.”

I lean down and kiss her, cradling her into my arms, before I pull back and smile at her.

“Good?”

“You have no idea. Now it’s my turn.” She grins wickedly at me.

“No, baby. That was just for you. I’m okay.”

She looks down at my hard cock, straining against my boxer briefs. Clearly, I am not okay, but I don’t want her to do anything she isn’t comfortable with.

When she slides her small hand into my underwear and pulls me out, I can’t suppress the groan that comes from deep in my throat. “Lie down,” she whispers into my ear. I roll onto my back, watching as she pulls my underwear down my hips. My erection strains towards my stomach, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. She leans forward and licks it off. My hips buck forward, and I groan loudly.

“Jesus fuck, Aubrey.” My head falls back onto the pillows as her hot mouth envelops the head of my cock. I can feel my eyes closing but I keep them open, watching as she takes my length into her mouth. She wraps a hand around the base and starts working me, sucking harder. I slowly thrust my hips, not wanting her to take more than she can handle. My cock disappearing between her pink lips is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, baby. So fucking good.” I can already feel the tingling in my spine. I know it won’t be much longer, but I don’t want to come yet; it feels too fucking good.

Then she takes me in even deeper. I feel myself hit the back of her throat and I’m done. My back arches as I release down her throat, groaning and grunting through it all. I pull her head off me when I become too sensitive, and she releases me with a wet pop.

“Fuck.” I lie there, trying to catch my breath, when I feel her move up the bed and cuddle next to me. Rolling over onto her, I kiss her until we’re both breathless. I break the kiss and look down at her. “Maybe we should cancel the barbeque.”

She starts giggling and pulls my head down, locking her lips onto mine.

CHAPTER 11

AUBREY

The past couple days have been some of the best I’ve had in a long time. I’m so happy with how things have progressed with Noah. We just have such a connection, and I am so in love with him. I haven’t told him as much, and neither has he, but I know he feels the same way. We haven’t spent a night together since that night at the club, three days ago. After spending the day with Grayson and Kenni, he had to go back to work the next day. Grayson too. I’m starting to wonder if he and Kennedy have something going on, since they’ve spent quite a bit of time together lately. If they are, they haven’t said anything to either me or Noah.

I’m lounging on my couch just hanging out. Noah is off work today, but he had to help a friend from the fire station move some piece of furniture or something, so I won’t see him until tonight. He’s taking me on our first date, and I can’t wait. Although, if I’m being honest I’m always excited to be with Noah. He just makes me so happy. While I’m sitting here channel surfing, I pick up my phone and send a quick text to my dad to see how he’s doing.

Ever since he stopped treatment almost a week ago, he has been in much higher spirits. How you can be happy when you know you’re going to die is beyond me though. If that were me, I would be in bed all day every day, bawling my eyes out. But that’s my dad for you, strongest person I’ve ever met.

He responds to my text a few minutes later, telling me he feels good and I should come by this weekend. I tell him I will, and that I’ll see if Noah wants to come. I called Dad yesterday while Noah was in the shower to let him know we were together, and he’s thrilled.

Ever since he met Noah at the hospital, he’s been asking me about him. It was like Dad knew he wasn’t just the firefighter who responded. I wish I hadn’t ignored my feelings for so long, but I’m glad we’re together now.

Looking at the time on my phone, I notice it’s two o’clock. Since Noah is going to be here to pick me up at five, I decide I might as well start getting ready so I have enough time to figure out what I’m wearing. He won’t tell me where he’s taking me, so that’s a problem as far as wardrobe. I figure I’ll just play it safe and pick out a summer dress.

I take a shower, and once I’m done I head for my closet. I end up deciding on a light blue dress with white lace edges, and a pair of nude pumps. After shaving my legs I blow-dry my hair, making sure to add soft waves while I dry. Throwing on my new matching bra and panties in white lace, I head to my bed and pull out a book, figuring I might as well get some reading done while I wait.

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I end up getting lost in the pages, finally pulling myself away from it when I see it’s four thirty. Throwing the book down, I rush into the bathroom, deciding to go heavier on the makeup than I normally do and add a smoky eye and shiny pink gloss. I put on my dress and heels, add a dab of my favorite perfume, and head into the living room to wait. I settle onto the couch, playing on my cell phone. A few minutes later, I hear a knock on the front door. My heartrate immediately accelerates and I feel the butterflies stir in my stomach. Rising from the couch, I take a deep breath then open the front door.

Noah is standing there, a bouquet of roses in hand, looking more gorgeous than I’ve ever seen. He has on a long-sleeve button-up shirt in royal blue, with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and the collar open, showing a sprinkling of chest hair. He’s in tight black pants and his black Timberlands again. His hair is brushed back off his face, the damp ends curling around his ear, and he has several days’ worth of stubble.

“You look beautiful, Aubrey.” He hands me the flowers and leans down to press a soft kiss to my lips
.

God, he smells so good.

“Thank you, Noah. You look good, too. I’m just gonna go put these in water. I’ll be right back.” I rush into the kitchen and grab a vase, fill it with water, and drop the flowers in. Heading back into the living room, I grab my purse and throw it over my shoulder. Noah holds the door open for me and we head out.

“So, where are we going tonight?” I ask, wondering what he has planned.

“You’ll see. It’s a surprise.” He gives me a grin and goes back to driving. I lean forward and switch his radio on, the sound of country music filling the car. And it’s one of my favorite songs, Carrie Underwood’s “Heartbeat.” I’m a terrible singer, but I can’t resist turning it up and singing along. I get completely lost in the song, the lyrics meaning so much more to me than they ever did before. When I look over at Noah, I realize he’s singing too. God, could this guy be any more perfect? The song ends and I realize we’re about to pull onto his street.

“I thought you said we were going out tonight?”

“No, I said we were having our first date tonight. You assumed.” He pulls into his driveway and shuts the engine off, then rounds the hood of the car and helps me out. He leads me into his house, and I immediately smell something delicious. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he guides me to his dining table, and I feel tears well up in my eyes.

He has the table set for two, with candles in the middle. There is a bottle of red wine breathing on the table, along with a fresh vase of flowers. I can’t believe he did this for me.

“I made you chicken alfredo, and there’s salad in the fridge. I hope you’re hungry.” Noah pulls a bowl out of the fridge and places it on the table, then grabs some matches and lights the candles. He walks over to the stove and turns the front burner back on, warming dinner up. Grabbing a dish towel, he places it on the table, and then sets the hot pot of food on it. He pulls a chair out and motions for me to sit down, which I do. Pouring me some wine, he then takes a seat next to me. He serves us each some pasta and chicken, and hands me the bowl of salad, which I refuse. Lifting my glass of wine, I clink it against his glass of water and take a sip. Not bad. I grab a fork and dig into my meal, groaning when I realize how good it is.

“Oh, man, Noah. This is so good!”

“I’m glad you like it. It’s one of the few meals I can actually make.”

I laugh and continue eating. We mostly eat in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Once we’re done, I help him put the leftover food in containers. He won’t let me wash the dishes, but he does let me dry them. Grabbing my glass, I quickly refill it  then follow him out the back door and onto the deck. He has a couple Adirondack chairs sitting next to each other, and down in his yard he has more chairs set up around a fire pit. Noah leads me to the ones on the deck and we sit down. It’s such a beautiful night out, warm with a nice light breeze. He holds my hand as we sit, toying with my fingers.

“Thank you for making tonight so special, Noah. I’m really enjoying myself.”

You’re welcome, baby.” He lifts my hand to his mouth and places a gentle kiss to my knuckles. I set my glass of wine on the deck and lean over for a kiss. I don’t hesitate to open for him, and he quickly takes the initiative to slip his tongue in. Reaching out, I hold onto his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.

He pulls back and rests his forehead on mine. “How about we take this to the bedroom?”

I simply nod and follow him inside. He shuts and locks the back door, takes me by the hand, and we head into the bedroom. Once we’re inside, he leans back down and begins kissing me again, running his hands up my arms and around the small of my back. He backs me up until my knees hit his bed.

Noah reaches behind me and pulls down the zipper to my dress, kissing my bare shoulder as he lowers the fabric. He continues kissing as he pulls it down all the way. I hear his sharp inhale. “Fuck me.”

He found my new lingerie. “I guess you like them?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He kneels in front of me, pressing a kiss to my chest before he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts. He cups them in his large hands, swirling his thumbs over the aching tips. I moan and throw my head back, loving the feel of his hands on me. He pushes me back gently onto the bed, spreading my legs open. I can feel how soaked my panties are, and I know he can see it.

“Oh, my girl is so fucking wet for me.” He leans forwards and pushes his face into the softness of my underwear, breathing in deeply. I’m not sure if it’s him calling me his girl, or his dirty words, but I shamelessly open my legs wider, silently pleading with him to do something. Anything.

Hooking his fingers into my panties, he pulls them down my hips and throws them over his shoulder. Grabbing my thighs, he spreads me wider for him.

“I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy. It’s gonna feel so good once I get inside there. You want me to fuck you, baby?” I can only nod, biting down on my bottom lip.
God, I want that so badly.

He steps back and starts unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off, then undoes his pants, pulling them down with his underwear. His cock is rock-solid, jutting straight out. My mouth almost waters at the sight of his naked body. He’s so beautiful, all tan skin and muscle. And the look in his eyes—all I can see is love. He kneels on the bed, coming to rest right above me before he leans down and kisses me deeply, cupping my face in his hands. Noah reaches across the bed to his nightstand, grabbing a condom. I stop him as he goes to open it.

“Are you clean?” I ask him.

“Yeah, I’ve never gone without.

“I’m clean too, and I’m on the pill. You don’t have to use that if you don’t want to.” I know this is taking a big step, and I hope it’s proving my commitment to him. That even though I was slow coming around, I’m completely in this with him. I’m not ready to confess my love, afraid it’s too soon, but I hope this shows how much I care.

Noah leans down and continues to kiss me, placing himself between my legs. He reaches down, gripping himself as he runs his tip through my wetness, teasing my clit. I moan, closing my eyes and tipping my head back. Placing himself at my opening, he starts to push himself inside. He’s larger than the few people I’ve been with, so it takes a second for my body to adjust to him. Once he’s fully seated inside me, he places all his weight on his forearms, bracing them next to my head.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he moans as he starts to thrust himself in and out of me at a slow pace, causing my eyes to roll back. I lift my legs and wrap them around his narrow waist, pushing up to meet each of his thrusts. It feels so good I’m already hovering on the edge. I pull his head down to me and kiss him, wrapping my other arm around his back. Noah circles his hips with each thrust, and it sends me over the edge. I grip his back as I let the orgasm wash over me, my legs quivering in pleasure. I expect that to be the end, but it’s not. Noah pulls out of me and sits back on his knees. He grabs my hips, giving him more control, and slams back into me.

I grip onto the sheets and throw my head back. He’s already working my body back up to another orgasm, and I am desperate to feel him lose control with me. I need him to fuck me.

“Noah! Oh God, Noah. More, please!”

He grunts and picks up the pace, slamming into me faster and harder. He reaches down to circle my clit, causing my orgasm to crash into me out of nowhere. Crying out, I arch my back, his finger still working circles and dragging out my pleasure. Noah’s thrusts become faster as he chases his own orgasm. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, and on one final thrust, he groans loudly as his body stills. His body relaxes on top of me as he continues to come down from his orgasm. Once he’s spent, Noah lifts his head off my neck and kisses me, gently brushing his tongue against mine.

We’re both covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Noah rolls off me and climbs off the bed, heading into the bathroom. I hear the water running and then he comes out with a washcloth in his hand. He gently cleans me up and throws the cloth into a hamper, coming back to bed. Tugging the covers up and over us, he pulls my back to his chest and kisses the side of my neck.

“Get some rest, baby. I’m not nearly done with you.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, buddy.”

His chuckle is the last thing I hear as I fall asleep.