Noelle's Rock: A BWWM Holiday Romance (10 page)

Chapter 13

Noelle

If Only in My Dreams

Victor enters my dreams like an unwanted, explosive rush. My dream is filled with a kaleidoscope of colors. I can see Victor and his new woman with their new child. They seem to be a happy family without a care in the world.

They are building a snowman as snow falls around them. They are unaware that I watch them from afar. I watch how Victor dotes on his little look-alike, V.J. He treats him like a proud father should. My baby takes this moment to kick inside my womb to make his or her presence felt.

My hands instantly cup my swollen belly, which is stretched to its limit, beneath my maternity shirt. I feel sorely alone as I watch Victor, happy with his new family. I feel alone and desolate where I stand with the snow falling all around me. I shudder from the cold as their jolly laughter reaches my ears like the melodious music of the Christmas season.

This winter day is as familiar to me as the day when my dad walked away from my mother and me to begin a new family with a more glamorous and youthful version of my mom. This frigid winter’s day reminds me when my mother allowed my stepfather to enter our lives, and I became a virtual stranger in my own home.

Now here I am on the outside looking in, like my many unwanted memories of yesterday. “My love will be enough,” I whisper into the coldness of the day. I watch as whispers of vapor stream from my lips only to evaporate like mist. “I will never allow you to doubt my love for you,” I mutter inwardly as I send loving, telepathic thoughts to the safe haven of my womb.

Suddenly, I feel strong arms encircle my thick waistline from behind. The coldness that once cloaked me and penetrated to my bones fades immediately as it is replaced by warm, fuzzy feelings, similar to hot chocolate seasoned with peppermint with a dollop of whipped cream sprinkled with cinnamon sugar. The coldness evaporates. I am left all toasty in its stead.

“You are far from alone,” the gruff, baritone voice whispers in my ear. “You and your little one have me,” the sexy, warm voice reiterates.

I look over my shoulder and up into Beau’s alluring, smoky gaze of assurance. His eyes are filled with the promise of truth and love. A smile blossoms on my full, thick lips with hesitancy, like rose petals blooming with radiance under the rays of the sun.

Beau is like the beauty of the sun in my moments of desolation. With his embrace, he fills up my void with love, kindness, and strength. He is like my shelter, shielding me and my baby from uncertain lonesomeness and an uncertain future of sadness.

Beau’s head bends slowly but with expectancy. Our lips meet and all else is forgotten. The laughter from Victor and his family fades away into nothingness. I am left in an intimate embrace as he weaves his dominance into my presence that excludes everyone and everything. His lips lay claim, and he seals his promises with a deeper kiss as our tongues entwine and swirl sweetly with one another. A humming sound begins in my ears…

Wait. The humming sound that penetrates my dream is actually the doorbell pulling me from the beauty of my dream and Beau’s kiss that feels so real. I force myself awake from my drug-like state. My eyes peer at the glowing light coming from my alarm clock by my bedside. I note the time is a little past one in the morning.

I arise slowly from the bed; I stretch with my arms high over my head and stifle a yawn before flipping on the light switch. I walk to my front door with sleep still holding me within its grasp. I yank the door open, without thought of checking to see who is on the other side.

Chapter 14

Beau

Mistletoe

It’s been two whole weeks since I have seen Noelle face to face. Talking to her on the telephone almost every day is not the same thing as holding her supple body in my arms or kissing her sweet, thick lips…kissing both sets of her sweet lips. I can’t stop thinking of Noelle as I head out to her apartment straight from the airport.

It’s early, a little after one in the morning, but I must see her. I must take in the beauty of the woman I love. I missed her so. When I reach her apartment, I ring her doorbell with the impatience of a lover who is ready to be inside the warmth of his woman once again.

I am surprised when she opens the door without finding out who is standing on the other side. I could be a serial killer or a rapist for all Noelle knows. I take in her natural beauty as she sleepily rubs her eyes before she looks up at me.

Her expression changes to one of instant surprise as she jumps into my arms and wraps her arms around my neck. I am happy to see her, and I am ecstatic that she is just as happy to see me, but I must reprimand her for opening the door as she did.

I carry her inside. She is still clinging to me as I kick the front door shut with my booted foot. I make a beeline for her sofa before sitting down with her still in my arms. Noelle is now in a straddling position across my lap. I note how her frilly, short, cotton gown has risen up above her thighs. I instantly harden beneath my jeans.

“When did you arrive back into town? I had no idea it was you ringing my doorbell at this time of the morning,” she admits. Noelle finally releases the tight grip around my neck to peer into my eyes.

I drink in Noelle’s angelic face and the brandy sweetness from her brown eyes. Her lips look soft and kissable, but I must speak with her about her carelessness before I allow myself to sample the sweetness from her honeydew lips.

“Why didn’t you check to see it was me? Didn’t you peer through the peephole to see who I was before opening your door?”

Noelle looks at me sheepishly before she softly replies.

“No, but…”

“Don’t ever do that again,” I say to her with a gentle chiding in my voice.

“Don’t ever do what?” she asks me with a smile on her lips. She is playing dumb towards my reprimanding.

I must stay on track and focus, lest the sweetness from her lips pulls me into its rapture. I clear my throat to bring myself under control.

“Don’t ever open your door before checking to see who it is on the other side first.”

“I know what you meant, silly,” she finally says as she squirms in my lap.

“I am serious, Noelle. It is dangerous out here, and you need to be more careful.”

“I promise to be more careful in the future,” she sighs. “But you are the one to blame for my forgetfulness. You woke me from a dream of you kissing me,” she says with a heated look in her eyes.

“Did you, now? Show me how I was kissing you in this dream of yours.”

Noelle wastes no time and presses her soft lips to my own. My mouth instantly opens to receive the sweetness of her mouth. My tongue captures hers and sucks it in. Her mouth is just as sweet as I remembered. The moist heat from her mouth radiates straight to my dick as it lengthens beneath my jeans.

The heat that I feel between Noelle’s thighs radiates through me with a raging need for me to reacquaint myself with her body.

Noelle’s hands stroke across the broadness of my shoulders and the soft leather of my bomber jacket.

“Take this off,” she says against my lips.

I allow her to help divest me of my leather jacket before I stand with her in my arms. She directs me to her bedroom. I take note of her bed and deliberately stride towards it. I place Noelle upon her unmade bed. Our glances never waver from each other as she watches me relieve myself of my clothing and boots.

“I missed you more than you will ever know, sweetheart,” I say to her as I join her on the bed.

“I missed you too. The phone calls in between only made me miss you more.”

“How is the little one doing?” I ask her as I lift her frilly, cotton gown over her head to reveal the scrumptiousness of her body.

“The baby is fine. The doctor says we are both doing great.”

“Has the doctor given you any restrictions?” I ask her because I am concerned about her well-being and the health of her baby.

“None whatsoever. The doctor stipulates that I get plenty of exercise and eat healthy, nutritious meals.”

I place a soft kiss upon her belly. Her reaction is instantaneous as she brushes her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes for a moment to relish the massage her fingers are giving me. I become infused with the scent of her sweetness as it drifts towards my nostrils. My lips continue to plant soft kisses across her stomach and on her supple thighs.

“Did you really miss me, Beau? Even in the light of all your groupies and fans?” she asks with uncertainty tinged in her voice.

I peer up at her, and my heart swells even more with love for this woman. Doesn’t she know that I have eyes for no one besides her? All other women fizzle out like a flat soda when it comes to her.

“Other women mean nothing to me. I wouldn’t have been able to say that before meeting you. I had no reason to mean it until now,” I try to express this to her as best I can, for I need her to believe my heartfelt words. “Do you believe me when I say these words to you? I am not Victor,” I add.

“I know you are not Victor,” A sadness enters her eyes when she speaks of him.

My heart plummets for a moment before it rights itself once again. Did she still love Victor? Is that what her look is about? I promise myself I will get to the bottom of whatever is bothering her, but for now, I have a taste for something that only Noelle can satisfy. I vow that I will purge Victor from her mind and any memory of him from her body.

“No more talking,” I growl as I feel a feral need to establish myself deep in her soul.

Noelle bows her head in understanding as the corners of her lips lift in a sexy smile.

My mouth begins to water when I nudge her thighs apart, and I urge her to lie back on the bed amongst the soft pillows. I reach for one of the pillows to place it beneath her well-rounded ass so I can feast on her honeydew, slick heat.

Noelle complies with my urgings without any protests. It seems she has missed me tasting her sweetness just as much as I have missed tasting her sticky, sweet nectar of delight. The first touch of my tongue to her small bud causes a moan to drift past her lips.

My tongue swipes up and down her sweet heat as I entreat more delicious moans to conjure forth from deep in her throat. Her moans set a fire deep in my soul as I please the woman that I love with my mouth.

Her taste is the equivalent of a love drug, highly addictive but pleasurably so. I worship her pussy as it deserves to be worshipped. My tongue swoops into her cove and scoops the precious jewels from her lubricious, sweet ambrosia. The moist heat of her juices coats my tongue, and I savor the spicy, delectable yumminess of her flavor on my palate.

I can, and will, become a connoisseur of Noelle’s appetizing aroma and taste as she continuously feeds me this addictive flavor. Her moans are becoming louder with each swipe of my tongue, as well as with every gentle nibble of my teeth against her heated, shaven flesh.

If I died sampling Noelle’s snatch right now, I know without a doubt I would die a happy man inhaling and tasting the sweetness of her love haven. Noel wails loudly as I grip her pliable ass in my hands to pull her even closer to my devouring mouth.

Her orgasm gushes rapidly into my waiting mouth. I become drunk off of her confectionary syrupy. My mouth is glossy from her delectable delight as I climb up her malleable body. My lips connect with hers as I force my tongue into her mouth so she can join me in tasting herself on my lips.

Noelle’s body squirms beneath my own as my shaft lies heavily against her thigh. Her thighs spread further apart to accommodate my hardness against her heat.

“I want…I need you so much,” she gasps out as her body trembles from the effects of the gigantic orgasm she just experienced.

My length throbs with need against her heat. I grind against the slickness between her thighs to torture myself just a bit before entering my final destination.

“When I look at you…I see beauty personified.  You are the embodiment of a naturally, beautiful woman,” I say, taking in her unruly, curly hair that frames her face like a halo. My hands tangle themselves in her hair as my fingers bury themselves in its luster. “I not only need and want you, but I love you with all that is within me, Noelle Winters,” I say to her before slowly entering her heated walls.

She wraps her legs around my waist to imprison me in her being. Unlike a convict in prison walls, I happily become her inmate and she my warden. My girth plunges into her slick heat with precision.

I play her body like I play my guitar. I fine-tune every nook and cranny of her honey cove to sing in harmony with each thrust of my shaft. A growl embeds itself deep in my throat as I throb inside her, readying myself for a release of my own.

“Cum for me, Noelle,” I order her, switching roles as I become the warden, drawing her into my prison of undeniable pleasure and lust.

On demand, Noelle doesn’t disappoint me as her eyes clash with my own. Her mouth jerks from mine as she gasps and forms a surprised
O
.

“I got you, love,” I growl out as I bite back an expletive.

I can feel her walls tighten and spasm around my hardness; she flies apart once again in pleasure as I continue to plunge into her over and over again.

“I’m cumming, Noelle,” I spit out as I thrust into her for the last time. My seed breaks forth like a dam to splash without control against her walls. She sighs triumphantly beneath me as the last of my spasms dissipate into a pleasurable haze.

I roll over onto my back with us still connected. I brush her hair away from her face to reveal a satisfied but sleepy smile. I pull the covers over our bodies before placing a kiss onto her lips. The long plane ride finally catches up to me as Noelle and I happily drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.