Hammers & Heartstrings (The Riley Siblings #3)

11. Noah

Chapter Eleven

NOAH

I seriously considered being totally naked and fully erect, waiting on the staircase for Aggie to walk in when she got home. I thought maybe that would be a subtle enough sign to show her how I’d like to spend the next four hours while Clover is at school.

I’ve done it before, and it was well received.

It was senior year and Aggie was supposed to come over right after school—she’s the only person I ever had over to my mom’s house the entire time I lived in Florida—but she wound up going home first instead to help her mom with one crazy thing or another because Linda has always been eccentric and managed to wrangle her kids into her schemes. By the time Aggie called to say she was on her way, Mom had gone to work for her night shift at the local diner and Pop was working late at the shop, so we were going to be totally alone. I, like the good best-friend-kind-of-boyfriend I was, used the last of my money—I too worked at the diner several nights a week—and ordered us a pizza then decided to put that forty-five-minute wait to good use.

I stripped down to nothing but my boner, put a kitchen chair in the hallway just beyond the front door and sat my horny ass down to wait for my girl to show.

And when my kitten let herself into my tiny house and came face to face with my dick, she laughed.

If I didn’t know her as well as I do, even back then, I would have been deeply offended and my hard-on would have shriveled right up, but I’ve always known Aggie better than anyone and that laugh was purely driven by my proud idiocy. I’d do anything to make her laugh or smile, acting like an idiot included, and I was rewarded for my efforts.

Aggs locked the door, finished giggling and pulled her hair up into a high ponytail before she got on her knees and gave me the most enthusiastic blowjob I have ever been given, then she took off all her clothes and rode me on that chair so hard we broke it.

And somehow, I was stupid enough to let her go.

Not this time, though.

Nope, there is no fucking way I will let Aggie go this time, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.

Alas, I chose not to wait for her naked in the end and it’s probably for the best because my kitten just walked in while in the middle of one hell of a phone call.

“So, you just let that happen? Just let that spiteful bitch do that?” Aggie yells as she slams the front door. “I don’t care if she’s your sister, she’s been nothing but a bitch to me for almost a decade and now you let her fire my ass without talking to you first, and she emptied out my tattoo room without giving me the chance to get my shit.”

I get up from the table, set my coffee down, and walk out of the formal dining room. This does not sound good at all.

“Well, thanks for that, Ash. I’m just so fucking grateful that you saved my shit from a dumpster fire.”

With a frown, I lean against the doorway, wait for Aggie to look at me, then mouth, ‘ What’s up ?’

She scowls and mouths back, ‘ Ash .’

Duh .

I gathered that much, but it still tells me nothing.

“No, don’t bother. I’ll have Vin or Jax come get my shit and I swear to God if Halee ruined any of Clover’s drawings or my photos, or did anything to my portfolio, I will freak the fuck out.” She drops her backpack and frowns. “Why would I want you to figure something out? Halee fired me and you’re too chickenshit to overrule her decision. Obviously, I’m not a big enough asset to your business to defend me to that vindictive bitch, so why would I want my job back? I’ll figure something else out, I don’t need to work where I’m not wanted. I’ll let you know when Vin is on his way, you can have my last check mailed to Noah’s house.” Then she hangs up. “Fuck!”

“What’s going on, kitten?” I watch Aggie cock her arm back and throw her phone down the hall. “Halee really fired you?”

“Yes,” she grunts as she starts to pace. “Friday. I went to the office to talk to Ash before I left but he was already gone, so she took the opportunity to tell me exactly what she thinks of me.” Aggie pins me with raging grey eyes behind her specs as she stops. “I’m an ugly, talentless, fat Amazon who takes advantage of everyone I’ve ever met, by the way. Thought you should have a heads up. Then the bitch canned me without talking to Ash.”

Welp, looks like I’m making a trip to Inked in Sin this morning.

I walk over to the closet and tug on my biker boots, snatch my keys from the table, but when my hand grips the doorknob, my kitten stops me.

“It’s not worth it, Noah.” She sighs. “I lit into her right back and that’s why Ash called. He was pissed because Halee told him what I said about her and used that as the reason she fired me while playing the victim.”

“You can’t just roll over and take that shit, Aggs. That was wrongful termination, and that nasty bitch said some serious bullshit about you.”

Aggie puts her hand on my arm. “Whether she did or not, it doesn’t matter. Ash believes me, but he’s not willing to defend me or put her in her place. Halee is still pulling the strings and even if I went back, working there would be hell because she’d make it that way.”

“Kitten...”

She shrugs. “It’s fine. I’ll start sending my portfolio out to other parlors, maybe call Tori at Morbid Ink. I’ll figure something out.” Then Aggie smiles. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to put up with me forever, maybe just a little longer than planned.”

Not wanting to scare her with professions of love and how forever isn’t long enough, I opt to pull her to me, wrap her in my arms and hug her tight. “I’ve got you, Aggs, for however long you need. We love having you here and honestly, you could have moved in years ago, well before those debutant dingbats let you live with them.”

Aggie snorts into my chest and hugs me back just as hard. “I appreciate that.” Then she sighs. “And I kind of love being here with you two, too.”

Which is an honest to God relief.

Not that I really think Aggie doesn’t want to be here, I just think she has no clue how badly I want her here or for how long. And I also think she’s convinced she’s freeloading, so Aggs will eventually try to move out before she financially can, which will lead to some drastic and probably not very thought-out decision on her part.

That’s how she wound up living with tweedle dee and tweedle dipshit.

“I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me, Thor.” My kitten tilts her head back so her chin is resting on my chest. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

Stay forever.

Marry me.

Have my babies.

Grow old with me.

Words I’ll save for another time.

I push her glasses up her nose then lean down for a kiss. “You’ve saved my ass more times than I can count, in more ways than can be described with words. The least I can do is put up with your smelly feet and phenomenal cooking indefinitely.”

Aggie meets me halfway for the next kiss as she smiles. “My feet do not smell.”

“Kitten.” I grin against her lips. “You may have the sexiest feet I have ever had the privilege of kissing or tickling, but ten hours in your combat boots makes those tootsies reek.”

“You love it.” She laughs. “And my feet have nothing on your farts.”

“How dare you say such horrible things. I fart rainbows and clouds of glitter that smell like cotton candy.”

“I’ve known you way too long to even pretend that’s possible.” Aggie kisses my chin then let’s go of me with a sigh.

I reach out and tug on a dread then frown when she does the same. “You gonna be okay, kitten?”

“I’ll be fine. I always figure things out. We Riley’s are planners.”

That they are, but if Aggie’s plan doesn’t include changing her last name to Thornbie, then she’s not a very good planner.

And I know my best friend better than that.

Yes, Agatha will be fine eventually, but right now she’s stressed out. I can see it in her posture, the way her shoulders are bunched, the way she can’t completely straighten up. It’s subtle, but it’s there and I’m going to make it my mission to loosen her up.

“You got anything going on right now, kitten?”

She shakes her head as she walks down the hall to retrieve her phone. “Nothing except figuring out how to get a new one of these.” Aggie holds up her now cracked and blinking, at least three models old iPhone.

I seriously love her feisty attitude.

Only Aggs would use an old ass phone until it stopped working, then break it before she gets the chance. I guarantee it was totally paid off and probably on its last leg, but her anger management issues meant that phone was going to be rendered useless before it’s time.

“Don’t worry about that.” Because I’m going to have Jax hack her account, cancel her plan and add her to mine with a shiny new Apple product. “Let’s go for a ride.”

Aggie arches a brow as she tosses her busted electronic on the hall table. “A ride?”

I nod.

“I need to ask Vin to go get my shit from Inked in Sin, and I really should have a phone in case Clover’s school needs me. Plus, my mother will have a cow if I miss our nightly chat.”

“Don’t worry about it, okay? You’ll be with me until Clover gets home and they can call my phone if needed. As for Linda, worst case you can call her from my phone later and explain that you took out your aggression on yours. She’ll understand.”

“Will you text Vin?”

“Already on it.” I smirk as I pull up my thread with him and Jax, give them instructions that will also mean Aggie and I can slip away without an entourage for a while. “Let’s ride, kitten.”

A few minutes later we’re tearing down my driveway on my Harley, Aggie wrapped around me, her thighs pressed tight to mine, her body stretched against my back, hands resting on my waist.

We used to do this all the time, take my bike for a ride through the country when one or both of us was stressed. I drove a motorcycle before I could legally drive a car and even in Florida, we’d take off for hours sometimes just to clear our heads and spend time together. It was one of our things, something only Aggie and I shared. There is a level of intimacy that comes with sharing a motorcycle with someone and like so many other things, I’ve only ever shared this with Aggs.

It’s been years though, years since we’ve gone for a ride. Probably since I first moved to New Orleans honestly and doing so now brings back so many emotions, so many feelings that haven’t stirred in my chest in just as long, not since Aggie was my entire world.

She really was too.

My best friend who accepted me when no one else would, the girl who made me feel worthy, special, made me feel seen. Aggie has always been the one who didn’t care about my situation, not when I was poor and living in a one-bedroom house with my mom and grandpa, sleeping on a beat up couch in the middle of a rundown bungalow.

And that didn’t change when my career took off, when I wound up with more money than any twenty-two-year-old should have, when I could buy and sell New Orleans ten times over, or when I played to hundreds of thousands multiple nights a week.

I’ve always been Noah Thornbie to her, the boy who was everything to her before he made something out of nothing, who was insecure and lacked confidence to be anything more than invisible until she came along. I’ve never been Noah Thorn, rockstar and guitar god to her, never been infamous or untouchable in Aggie’s eyes.

I’ve always been the boy who’d beat up anyone that messed with her, the one who fixed her glasses when we were six, the boy who never forgot her birthday and always tried to make it special even when he didn’t have a cent to his name. I’ve always been Aggie’s best friend, even when I was also the one to break her heart over and over again, the one who let her down repeatedly and shit all over her when I couldn’t cope.

Even when I walked away from her, Aggie never walked away from me, and the fact that I couldn’t see it until shit got real, until I needed my best friend in a way I never have before, goes to show how deep in denial I truly was.

If I’d have been smart, I would have made Agatha mine when we were kids, let the feelings I had for her make my decisions instead of the desire to make something of myself—so I’d be worthy of her love—rule them instead.

That’s what it was, really what it was.

I wanted to be successful so I could take care of my mom and Pop the way they’d taken care of me, but it was also for Aggie.

I wanted to prove to her that she was right, that I was the boy and then the man she always knew I was. I wanted to be successful so I could give her the world, make a life for us that she deserved because Aggie should have had that and more.

She didn’t need to be held back by the guy who couldn’t afford to go to college, the one who would have worked multiple jobs just to put food on the table, the guy who would have surely dragged her down into a life of poverty and constant struggle just because she loved me too much to have the life she deserved. But when I was finally able to give that to her, everything went to hell, and it was all my fault.

And instead of turning to my best friend when I needed her most, I showed her time and time again how truly horrible this life had made me.

Not anymore, though.

We’ve had a good thing going for four years now and I’m not that guy anymore. I refuse to take one second with Aggie for granted and I can only hope it’s not too late to prove that to her now.

Agatha is it for me, my soulmate, my one and only true love and if I’ve done too much damage, lost her completely because of my actions, then there won’t ever be anyone else. Just a hole in my heart that will always beat only for her, a void that no one else will ever fill. Aggie is my endgame and if I lose her, I can honestly say I will never play again.

I slow my bike as I come to the clearing about an hour from my house, a secluded spot in the bayou I found shortly after I bought it for Clover and me. It’s beautiful and peaceful, quiet and totally hidden, a place I don’t get to come to very often anymore but appreciate all the same.

“I definitely needed this.” Aggie sighs with a smile as she takes off her helmet. “Going for a ride was a great idea, Thor.”

I grin at her over my shoulder and cut the engine. “All of my ideas are gold, Aggs. You should know this by now.”

She rolls her eyes and leans back against my bike. “I wouldn’t say that necessarily, but this one was.”

With my heart hammering in my ears, I turn so my back is to the handlebars and straddle my Harley so I’m facing her. Aggie is so goddamn beautiful, so fucking perfect and right now, with the mid-morning sun dancing across her skin, sparkling against her dark blonde hair, my kitten looks like a goddess.

“Aggs...” I take a deep breath as she drapes her thighs over mine. “Kitten, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

In true Agatha Riley fashion, she rolls her eyes behind her specs and glances down her body. “Totally. A ratty tank top, bummy sweatpants, and combat boots is super in right now. Especially when you have dreads you’re trying to grow out so you aren’t bald when you cut them off.” She smirks at me, but when the serious look on my face doesn’t change, Aggie frowns. “Noah?—”

“You’re gorgeous, Aggs. The most incredible woman I’ve ever met, and I need you to know that.” Another deep breath. “Just like I need you to know...” Fuck, this is so much harder than I thought it’d be. I didn’t really plan to tell Aggie how I feel about her when I suggested a ride, but it’s happening whether I meant for it to or not. “I need you to know that this isn’t pretend for me.”

She blinks, sits up a little straighter, but she doesn’t speak, just keeps those gun metal grey eyes locked on my face.

“It’s always been you, Agatha. Always. Even when I was too scared to admit it to myself, even when I felt so unworthy of you that it was almost crippling.” I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “Even when I hurt you time and time again, it has always been you.”

“Noah...”

I shake my head. “I can’t remember a time in my life over the last twenty-eight years that I haven’t loved you, haven’t been completely and totally in love with you. Even when I said and did horrible things, when I was so out of my mind with my addiction, my guilt and hurt, when I hated myself for hurting you so many times, when I couldn’t get out of the hole I’d dug for myself. I knew I wasn’t the man you deserved, wasn’t the man you could spend the rest of your life with and instead of getting my shit together so I could be that man, I spiraled deeper and hurt the one person I needed more than anyone else, the one person who has always understood me and never walked away no matter how hard I pushed.”

I search her eyes, those stormy greys welling with tears. “I’m not pretending, Aggie, because it’s always been you. You have always been the one and I won’t ever forgive myself for fighting it the way I have, but I’m selfish enough to ask you to forgive me for it, selfish enough to beg you to forgive me and ask that you let me love you, anyway. I’m not pretending because my feelings for you have been real for almost thirty years and, while I still may not deserve your love in return, may not be the man you need for the rest of your life, I’m selfish enough to lay it all out there, to tell you I’m hopelessly in love with you and pray you give me a chance to prove it to you every day for the next hundred or so years.”

Aggie doesn’t say anything for a long time, just avoids looking at me while she cries quietly.

It sends my thoughts into overdrive and makes my heart pound erratically against my ribs. I don’t do vulnerable well, even with Aggie, and right now I feel totally exposed and stripped raw as I wait for her to digest what I said and respond to the way I put myself out there.

I’m fucking terrified right now.

Terrified I’m not only going to be rejected because I’ve done too much damage but terrified I’m going to lose my best friend too. I know her well enough to know this could be the end of us completely if Aggie doesn’t feel the same or if her fear is too great to let me back in. She’ll do what she always does and shut down, cut me out, and I’ll lose Agatha forever.

I look down at my hands, so fucking scared I have to shift focus, but after a few more agonizingly silent minutes, I take the first breath I have in ages.

“It’s always been you too, Noah,” Aggie whispers through her tears. “Ever since we were six, it’s always been you.” I look up slowly as Aggs scoots towards me, closes the gap between us and cups my cheeks. “I can’t promise that I won’t be leery, that I won’t still be scared of getting hurt in the end, but I can promise that I’ll try because it’s always been you. I’ve loved you too much for too long to keep protecting my heart from the one person who knows it inside and out, the one person it’s belonged to since he put my glasses back together with scotch tape and Elmer’s glue.”

With a watery smile, I blow out a breath and wrap her in my arms. “They lasted the whole rest of the day, too.”

“They did.” Aggie smiles and loops her arms around my neck as I press my forehead to hers. “My da was pretty impressed, especially when I told him you beat up the kid who broke them in the first place.”

“Is that why Chuck always asked me to fix your specs anytime they broke?”

She giggles. “Yeah. You know how he was, once he knew you could do something, with or without the tools, it was your sworn duty moving forward.”

I smile and rub my nose against hers. “Thank god your parents’ insurance covered multiple pairs every year then. Tape and nontoxic glue only go so far when you bust glasses the way you do.”

Aggie smiles against my lips then kisses me so fucking slow, I could cry. “I love you, Noah. I’m scared, but I really do love you.”

“I know, kitten.” I pull her flush against me as she threads her fingers through my hair. “I know you’re scared, but I promise I’m going to take your fear away and show you that I’m worth taking a risk on.”

“You’ve always been worth it, Thor, you just needed to believe it yourself first.”

Fuck, this woman slays me.

And she loves me.

Aggie fucking loves me, me , the asshole who has made her life hell time and time again. She loves me and she’s willing to take a chance on me because of it, and I could not be more grateful for that if I tried.

And she fucking loves my daughter, too.

How did I get this lucky?

Knowing Aggie loves me and Clover, not just as my best friend but as my soulmate, is the best feeling in the world, tied for number one with the day my peanut was born. Nothing has made me happier than those two women, and I’ll be damned if I fuck this up again.

“Noah?” Aggie smirks against my lips.

“Kitten?”

“I have something to show you.”

I pull back maybe an inch or two. “What’s that, baby?”

Her smirk grows. “Since I had every intention of fucking you the minute I got back from taking punky to school, even more so now after that swoony as hell speech you just laid on me, there’s something you should see so it doesn’t surprise you when I’m naked.”

My dick just went from zero to sixty so fast my head is spinning.

Aggie told me she planned on fucking me and said she’s going to be naked? And it’s all going to happen right here in the clearing because I can’t wait the hour drive back home? Shit, I might just come in my pants before she shows me what she needs to.

To my great disappointment, Aggie untangles herself from me, dismounts, and takes a deep breath. “There’s a story behind this, but like I said, I don’t want to blindside you.”

Oh, but then she’s taking off her boots and socks, sliding those black sweats down her long as fuck legs and standing in front of me in nothing but black lace and a ratty black tank top that she clearly isn’t wearing a bra under.

If my dick got any harder, he would shoot right off my body.

“Do you want the story now or after you fuck me on your bike in the middle of a bayou?”

I stand corrected.

Now my dick is as hard as it’s ever been.

Only Aggie.

“Depends on what you’ve got to show me, kitten.” I palm my cock through my jeans, not even a little embarrassed because I know for a fact it turns Aggie on when I do it.

She’s always had a thing for watching me stroke my dick. Driven by curiosity at first, but it turned into an intense power exchange over time. She’d watch me jerk off until I was ready to explode, and I wouldn’t let her touch her pussy while she did. Fucking intense foreplay man, and the end result was some of the hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had.

Everything between us was the hottest I’ve ever had.

Her eyes drop to my crotch and watch what I’m doing with rapt attention.

Still a turn on for both of us apparently, and hopefully something only we share. It is on my end, I’ve never experimented or gotten freaky with anyone but Aggie, my other partners merely a means to an end with a quick fuck or blowjob that left them unsatisfied—like I said, Aggie is it for me and I didn’t give a fuck about anyone else’s pleasure after her—and thinking it might not be that way for her makes me want to punch something.

Later though.

I’ll grill her over her experience later, after I fuck every other guy out of her system first.

“Noah...”

My eyes drag up her body and connect with her blown out pupils. “Kitten?”

“Take your pants off so I can watch.”

Don’t have to ask me twice, however, my girl is in for a few surprises of her own.

I get to my feet, toe off my boots and socks, unbuckle my belt and step out of my jeans in record time. And the look on her face, the sharp intake of breath when my cock springs free, the thing hard as steel and jutting from my body like a diving rod pointing toward her, I grin.

“Fuck, Noah.” Aggie licks her lips as she stares unashamedly at my dick. “I swear to god your cock grew, and when the fuck did you get pierced?”

I pump my dick nice and slow, make sure to twist my wrist every time, then sit back down on my bike, facing her. “As soon as I left rehab.”

“Really?” She’s still not looking at my face and I fucking love that.

“Mmhmm. Got the magic cross the day I started outpatient, then one for every year of sobriety since.” Pubic piercing next, then the frenum and lorum after that. Just a little reminder to myself that pain should be pleasurable and not a one-way ticket to hell.

“So, no one else...” Aggie’s eyes flick to mine briefly before they hone in on my cock again.

I shake my head and apply a little pressure on the next pump. “These were for me. Just for me and now, just for you.”

Her panties are wet.

I can see it from here.

And that means Aggie’s pussy is already dripping for me and we won’t need any kind of foreplay except this by the time she’s ready to hop on. Fuck, I have really missed this, missed her .

She takes a deep breath and slowly rolls her panties down. “I got this about five years ago.”

Sweet heavens above, Aggie still has that tight triangle of light blonde hair pointing to her pussy like the holy land.

That was always a huge turn on for me, the fact that she didn’t keep her pussy completely bare. She’s done it forever, I even went with her the first time she got waxed at sixteen, and I’ve always thought it was so fucking feminine, so fucking sexy and erotic that she did that, the thought alone had me almost nutting at the salon.

But that isn’t what she’s trying to show me right now.

Aggie’s fingers come into my line of sight, the delicate digits slightly to the left of her cunt I can’t seem to pry my eyes away from. I do though because I’ll be up close and personal with my kitten’s kitty soon enough and when I finally see what she’s trying to show me, my eyes snap to hers.

“Is that?”

She nods and gives me a shy smile. “One night after work, Tripp and I were closing up, having a beer like usual. It was just after my da died and I got a little too drunk. We ended up there for two hours while Tripp listened to me cry about my dad and then…” Aggie bites her lip nervously. “Then I started talking about you. I’m not sure how you even came up, but I wound up telling him how I’ve always been in love with you, how I’d always be in love with you and was convinced you never felt the same.”

“Kitten—”

“Just listen.” She smiles, a genuine one and not at all pained. “I told him that it didn’t matter though because you were the love of my life and no man would ever compare, that it was an ironclad fact I’d have to live with, and I convinced him to give me this.”

My gaze drops to her hip again and fuck, it’s almost hard to believe what I’m seeing.

Right there on her left hip, just shy of my favorite freckle on her entire body, is an American traditional heart and banner, but instead of a word or name tattooed in it, Aggie has the hammer of Thor.

Me .

That tattoo is all me .

And while it almost moves me to tears to see a symbol of what I mean to her inked on her skin forever, that’s not what has me ready to fucking cry like a baby.

“Fuck, Aggs.” I shake my head, then get to my feet. “You really are my fucking soulmate.”

She smiles, but I see the question in her eyes.

So, I point to my left hip, draw a quick circle around what I want her to see—which is kind of hard since the ink on my ribs goes all the way down both sides of my body, over my hips and ass cheeks to connect with the pieces on my thighs. It’s there though, and I know the exact second Aggie sees it because she starts crying again.

“Noah.” She walks toward me. “Oh my god, Noah, is that what I think it is?”

It is.

I have a pair of cat-eye glasses tattooed on my hip, black ones with tiny grey hearts at the points.

It’s my Aggie tattoo, my tribute to the woman who is branded on my soul and inked on my skin forever.

“I got it the same day I first got pierced.” I smile down at her. “Tripp did it actually and now I know why he was so fucking weird when I told him what I wanted.”

Aggie laughs a little and shakes her head. “We are quite the pair.” Then she stops and narrows her eyes on my face. “You didn’t have Halee pierce your dick, did you?”

I grimace. “Fuck no. Nikki did it. She happened to be there and when I asked Tripp where I should go so that vile woman didn’t have an excuse to get her hands on me, she offered.”

“Thank god.” Aggie sighs. “Nikki never should have left Inked in Sin in the first place.”

“So now that our secrets are out…” I smirk as I take up my post on my Harley. “I believe there was talk of fucking on my bike.”

She grins. “There was. I don’t want to do it like we used to, though.” Aggie slowly lifts her tank top over her head and fuck me, I was right.

No bra.

And her tits are bigger.

Not by a lot because Aggs was a DD by the time I was handling them on a regular basis, but they are definitely bigger and just as beautiful as I remember.

One dark blonde brow arches. “I’m a double E cup now, Thor. When I put on weight, it goes straight to my tits and hips too.”

“Thank fuck for that.” I do a gimme gimme motion with my hands while smiling at the way she can read my damn mind. “You are fucking perfect.”

Aggie scoffs, “You’re bias.”

“Hell yeah I am. Look at you. Your body was made for these big old paws.” I flash her some jazz hands. “Your body was made for me in general, kitten. The most glorious tits with perfect blush-colored nipples.” Tits I trace with my index fingers, nipples I sweep my thumbs over as Aggie steps into my space. “Hips designed for me to grab onto while I fuck the tightest pussy ever created.” My lips graze the column of her throat as my hands land on her hips and squeeze before they slide around to her butt cheeks. “And an ass that turns the deepest shade of red when I slap it, preferably while I’m balls deep inside it and finger fucking your pretty little cunt.”

She groans as I slip a finger between her cheeks, teasing her a bit when I press on her asshole.

So many firsts and only with this woman.

We had a couple of seriously kinky years, Aggie and I.

“Lose the shirt, Thor,” my kitten commands as she takes down my hair, yanking the elastic from my mane. “Off. Now.”

Aggie crushes her mouth to mine, kisses me hard and deep, her tongue diving between my lips and caressing mine in the rhythm I plan to fuck her with. And because she’s owning my mouth, I stopped halfway to naked, something that makes her growl, break the kiss and finish the job for me.

Fuck yes.

The second my shirt is gone, I pull her to me, put every inch of my skin against hers and love the way it sizzles on contact.

We’ve always been electric, but there’s a new heat between us, one that comes from finally being able to say everything we’ve wanted to say for years and have it reciprocated in the most unconditional way possible.

This is what it’s like to make love, not just have sex or fuck, this is what it’s like to express that soul deep connection in a physical way with the one person you were born to love. This is exactly what my life has been missing.

“I love you,” I moan into her mouth, Aggie’s kisses as hungry as I feel. “Fuck, Aggie, I love you.”

Her fingers dive into my hair, her lips devouring mine. “I love you, Noah.”

And that is all I fucking need.

I grab Aggie’s ass, pull her into my lap and goddamn her pussy is so fucking wet. Hot and wet and all fucking mine.

“Straddle the bike,” Aggie gasps as I do it, my dick nudging her clit, our line of thinking the same as always. “Yes.” She sighs.

“You good, baby?” My hand drops between us, and I can’t get over how fucking wet she is when I circle her clit, then pinch it. “You ready for me?”

“Mmhmm.” Aggie repositions so her shins are on my thighs, feet hooked under them, one hand gripping the back of my neck while the other lands on my knee. “I’m so ready, Noah.”

With one hard squeeze of her ass, my hips snap upward and fuck, I’m home .

“Jesus fuck. Fuckity fucking fuck,” I hiss through my teeth as Aggie moans low, stills for just a second before she starts sliding up and down my length at a brutally slow pace. “Goddamnit.”

“Where have I... mm... where have I heard that before?” She smiles against my lips as she picks up speed.

I growl, sink my teeth into her bottom lip, grab those curvy hips and take control, start slamming my kitten down on my cock as I thrust up into her.

That is almost word for word what I said the first time Aggie and I ever had sex, and it became my mantra every time after that. There is nothing better than fucking Agatha raw, nothing like the way it feels to be so connected to her while her pussy strangles my cock, and you bet your ass she knew it, because my gift for gab definitely extends to our love making.

“I fucking love you, Aggie.” I plant my feet firm as lightning races up my spine. “And I fucking love your tight little cunt.”

“Yes,” Aggie hisses when I tip her back, lay her against the handlebars and start pounding into her. “Yes. Oh my god, yes Noah. Fuck, I love you! Yes. Fuck my pussy.”

“I own your pussy.” Oh my god, this is phenomenal. I slide one hand up to her throat, push her chin up and look her in the eye. “Your pussy belongs to me, Aggs. Your pussy, your body, your heart. All of it is fucking mine.”

“Yes!” She screams as I squeeze just a little. “I’m yours, Noah. Fuck!” Aggie’s nails bite into the muscles of my thighs, her pussy clamping down around my cock. “Yes! I’m yours. Noah, oh my god, Noah, I’m coming.”

Her entire body spasms, her walls fluttering around me, clenching and milking me, begging for me to come with her.

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” My balls draw up tight as lava licks at every nerve in my body. “Tell me, kitten.”

Aggie arches her back, pushes her throat against my hand while her velvet heat grips my cock like a vise. “You! Oh my god. You, Noah. I love you.”

Her words send me right over the edge and I come harder than I ever have with a goddamn roar. A roar that echoes in the bayou while aftershocks rack my body.

“That was definitely not how we did it before.” Aggie sighs as I wrap my arms around her and pull her upright. “But we need to do it like that all the time.”

“I could probably have a bike installed in the master bedroom.” I wag my brows as I kiss her.

She kisses me again, then trails a finger down my cheek. “Clover would want to play on it and while I will basically let that girl do whatever she wants, I’d rather she not plays with anything we have sex on.”

“Looks like I’ll be hiring a cleaning service then.” Aggie frowns but I smirk in her face. “I intend to fuck you on every surface, Aggs, more than once. Not to mention, morning snuggles are gonna be real awkward if you get weird about Clover coming into contact with an area where we made love. It’s practically unavoidable.”

Her eyes well with tears—which is when I realize her glasses stayed on that whole time—and Aggie’s nose wiggles.

Oh shit.

I said something wrong.

I just fucked up the best day of my life.

Shit.

I just?—

“You said made love .” My psychic best-friend-love-of-my-life sniffles.

I nod slowly. “Yes... that’s what it is when two people who love each other have sex, right? I mean, I could have said where we fucked rough and hard because we do that. Or maybe where you were being railed ? Where your back was positioned when I inserted my giant penis into your excruciatingly tight vagina ?”

“God, Noah.” Aggie snorts and rolls her leaking eyes. “I just liked that you said we made love. I might enjoy it when you choke me or tie me up but I’m still a girl, you know. That romantic shit works on me too.”

I wiggle my hips, my cock still inside her and gaining a second wind. “I am very aware of your status as female.” Then I dip my head and kiss each of her nipples for good measure. “And I fucking love how kinky you are, but even if I’m fucking you in the ass while you’re suspended from the ceiling by chains and begging me to tighten your nipple clamps, I’d still consider that making love.” I kiss her chest right over her heart. “That’s what it is between us.”

She nods and cups my cheeks. “It is.” Aggie leans forward and presses her lips to mine in the sweetest kiss. “And that being said, you need to bend me over this bike and make love to me like we used to when we’d sneak off for a ride.”

I have no idea how I went so long without this woman in my life every single day, without making her mine the second we met, and I really have no fucking clue what I did to deserve Aggie as my soulmate, but I’m not going to question it.

Nope, I’m just gonna thank God, the universe and every other thing I possibly can for bringing us together, keeping us in each other’s lives and allowing us to get past all the bullshit in order to be here now.

Even that doesn’t seem like enough, but I’ll do what I can because I’ll burn this fucking world to the ground before I lose Aggie again.