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  That means a proper rest stop, the best hotel I can find, and the rest of tonight and as much of tomorrow as I can manage with Faith all to myself.

  “Are we there yet?” Fait mumbles, clawing at me gently once she feels the truck stop as I’m letting myself out to fill up the truck at a gas station.

  “Almost, Faith,” I tell her, kissing her head and leaning her back the other way so I can shut the door.

  Almost.

  I fill up and having a quick glance underneath the truck without opening the hood, I can see my repairs are holding nicely.

  Everything really is just falling into place.

  In twenty minutes, we’re on the outskirts of the city and I suddenly wish I’d done some research beforehand so I knew which hotel was the best.

  I should’ve asked the guy at the gas station.

  Like he’d know which five star hotel is best for me, working the graveyard shift in a highway gas stop.

  Our good luck holds though, and after not too long I see a tall silhouette with a familiar five star chain in blazing lights.

  I nudge Faith awake and within minutes I’m staring down at a snooty valet who looks like he doesn’t want to park my truck until he sees my billfold.

  Yeah, I got money buddy. I can afford to be here, all month if I really want to be.

  With a click of his fingers, a night porter appears, offering to take my case but my look tells him everything.

  The same look intensifies when he wants to get close to Faith, but he only wants to help her with her bag.

  Fine.

  “We’re staying here?” Faith asks, gulping as I pull her close once we’re walking through the huge double glass doors.

  “Sure, I figure a good night’s sleep in an expensive bed will restore us both for the road ahead tomorrow,” I tell her, winking and making her blush.

  Making her shiver under my arm as I feel my baby maker spring to life in my jeans.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Faith

  I’ve never seen a five star hotel, let alone stayed in it. I want to protest, but Noah seems like he’s right at home with his T-shirt, jeans, and boots, telling the concierge just how he’d like things as he peels off enough Ben Franklins to let the guy know he has plenty of cash.

  I can’t help but wonder if it’s dirty money, from that heist. But I still can’t picture Noah taking anything that didn’t belong to him either.

  And, more than anything else. I trust him, just like he asked me to.

  If he has a lot of cash on hand, that’s his business. He probably works very hard for it.

  An even bigger part of me, the hot and wet part of me, couldn’t care less either. I just want Noah all to myself, and I can feel the excitement building in me already.

  Nervous, but determined, and horny as hell, I mentally prepare myself for the truth that tonight is finally happening.

  Happening to little old me.

  Faith Holding.

  Mrs. Faith Holding-Templeton…

  Alright, alright. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

  “It’s not a matter of payment, Mr. Templeton. It’s a question of vacancies,” The concierge says smugly, scanning his screen and scratching his bottom lip with his teeth.

  I reach for Noah’s hand under the counter and feel him squeeze it as he gives me another wink in our smoked glass reflection opposite.

  “We have two single rooms, which should be more than adequate for you and your… daughter,” he says, giving Noah and then myself a curt little smile.

  Noah smiles back, using one of his large fingers to tilt the screen towards himself, which even I can see has a ton of vacancies showing all over the multi-level map of the hotel.

  “Tell you what slick,” Noah says, holding his smile. “I’ll take this double suite and the cheapest single room you got.”

  I feel my heart sink a little, thinking maybe-

  “The cheapest single?” the concierge parrots.

  “Yeah, so once you finish your shift you can have some privacy… while you go fuck yourself!”

  Noah holds the guy’s stare and still smiling he invites him to check again, flicking the screen back towards him as he clears his throat.

  “Ah, here we are,” he says gently to himself. “I forgot the Jones’ checked out… hadn’t updated in our system,” he lies.

  Noah lets out a low sound of restraint as our suite is booked.

  The night porter, who overhears the whole thing is much nicer and I can tell he wants to high five Noah but settles for a fifty dollar tip once he shows us into our suite, flicking on all the lights and the television ahead of us, making sure we know he’s just a phone call away if we need anything.

  Sensing we’d prefer privacy, he makes a professional exit.

  Noah’s quick to lock the door behind him, and stows his case in the bedroom, calling out for me to come take a look but the late night, or maybe it’s the early morning news story on the TV catches my attention.

  I’m entranced by the headline and fumble for the remote to get some sound.

  “…remaining at large since Tuesday, with local authorities again warning the public not to approach any of the men as they’re believed to be armed and dangerous. The trio is believed to have separated shortly after the robbery, each pocketing over one million dollars each, leaving two security guards and the driver of the armored car in a critical but stable condition…”

  There’s no mugshots, no descriptions of the bandits just aerial footage of a security car surrounded by police cars and some ambulances.

  I feel strange watching it like it’s something I’d see on the news happening in another part of the country. Not in the next state.

  Not in the same week I meet the man of my dreams who won’t part with a certain case and doesn’t want to tell me what’s in it, and all after my Dad warned me about-

  “Faith?”

  I jump a little, hearing Noah say my name standing so close behind me.

  His lips on my neck relax me straight away and I lean back into him as he slips the remote from my hand, switching the TV off.

  “I kinda had other entertainment in mind,” he croons into my ear, making me shiver.

  Noah would have seen and heard as much as I just have, but he really is only interested in picking up right where we left off.

  I push it to the back of my mind, telling myself again that I do trust him and there’s no way he’d be mixed up in anything like that.

  “This is a really expensive hotel,” I hear myself saying between his kisses. “Are you sure you can afford it?”

  I feel bad for asking, feel bad knowing I must have my doubts if I’m talking like this.

  “I can afford it, Faith. We can afford it,” he whispers, taking my hand and placing it on his zipper and guiding my tiny fingers to undo him so he can show me what he’s been wanting on for the past few hours.

  And I’m more than happy to oblige.

  I feel its familiar heat and gasp, sliding to my knees and tugging his jeans halfway down his legs, groaning as one hand starts to pump his thick cock while the other starts to explore his strong thighs and his ample balls.

  Noah moans loudly, and taking my head in one of his hands he almost lets me do it, he almost lets me start to take him into my mouth.

  But he has other plans for me.

  Always all about me. Maybe one day he’ll let me-

  I gasp louder, one of his boots has pushed my knees further apart, making my whole pussy stretch and gape as it catches against my clothes.

  He lifts me up, taking my weight as I feel my knees giving out again. The whole sight and feel of his arousal up close has turned me to jelly, not to mention given me an impending and sudden climax I’m not sure I can control much longer.

  He lifts me up, and I can feel him slipping out of his boots and jeans, kicking them to one side as he strides to the bedroom. His hardness pressing into me, one of his hands already probing my mound through my track
pants and making my eyes roll back in my head.

  Laying me down, he peels off his shirt and I can see every fiber of muscle in his entire body as he looks me over intently, almost looking as though he needs to decide just where to start pleasuring me first.

  I make it easy for him, shimmying my track pants down and using both hands, I show him as I hold myself open for him, making him growl deeply as the bed takes his weight.

  “I want you here,” I whimper. “This is yours, and I want you to come get it,” I hear myself whisper, shuddering already under my own touch and starting to jerk and twitch as his hands get closer to me, as his whole body, that huge cock hovers over me.

  I know what Noah can do with his hands, with his mouth. But right now, at this moment, all I want is him inside me.

  I know it’s what we both need more than anything, and holding myself up with my arms around his huge neck, he eases himself between my open legs, gently running one hand up my thigh as the other holds him up.

  My hands run down his arms, feeling their power as his muscles strain without any real effort as he positions himself, making sure he doesn’t put all of his weight on me.

  But that’s exactly what I want, I want him on top of me, inside me, and all over me.

  I tell him as much in between gasps, my legs struggling to stay open for him as my reflex is to rub them together, I buck my hips up in a frenzy, brushing his cock against my swollen mound, and ultimately, I beg him to take me.

  “Please, Noah… Make me yours,” I whisper hoarsely, whimpering louder and then moaning as I feel his whole body on me, his thick heat pushing inside me and making me claw my nails into his back.

  He growls with pleasure and tells me to tell him again. “Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmurs, his own breathing matching mine now.

  “I need you, Noah… in here… I’m yours,” I gasp, feeling his smooth, swollen head make its way inside me, the sounds I’m making getting higher and higher.

  Louder and louder, which seems to make him even harder, even thicker with each inch he eases inside me.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Noah

  She’s so tight. So fucking perfect I can’t believe it.

  I wanted to make this special, maybe a bath and dinner first, something really romantic, but there’s time for all that.

  Right now, I know we both just need each other, in a way that goes way past what we had back at her old man’s place.

  I need to claim her as my own now, to take this girl and make her my woman.

  Looking into her eyes as I slowly enter her, I know as well as she does that she’s going to be the mother of my children. The seed I carry, having waited for this moment to give to her, all that waiting and holding back makes perfect sense now.

  Like waiting my whole life to have her come to me, I’ve waited a few days to make it just right for her first time.

  Like her, everything is just perfect, like destiny.

  Fate.

  Faith. Like mine that’s been renewed.

  And now I’ll have it along with her, now and always.

  Just when I feel she may be too tight, that I might hurt her, something gives, and a warmth pulses over my hardness, making her wince a little and then gasp.

  We both start gasping for more as that coy smile dances on her lips again, her hips starting to twist and rotate onto me as I go deeper, feeling myself get so hard I feel like steel inside her.

  I feel my own lips curling with satisfaction, growling to her that she’ll be mine once I make her come all over my fat dick deep inside her.

  Her head nods in agreement and she licks her lips, eagerly starting to work herself on me with the new rhythm we both discover once I’ve filled her completely.

  It’s the most natural feeling to be inside her, and although it’s her first time she’s taking to it like a duck to water.

  She starts to buck hard and I thrust harder, I grip those childbearing hips and her nails claw my back like a wild animal.

  It’s untamed, passionate and the closest I’ve ever felt to anyone else my whole life.

  Wanting her the past two days, needing her so bad. It’s a feeling I know we both share and judging by the sounds we’re both making, something I know we need to repeat often.

  Maybe I should’ve booked the suite for a week.

  Without skipping a beat I manage to peel off her shirt, my balls rising up and a low sound coming from me once I see her perfect chest heaving in time with each movement of her perfect body underneath me.

  Her hands shift, gripping my ass as mine gravitate to her thick nipples, circling them at first and then grinding them between my fingers and thumbs once I see it’s just what she wants.

  “Noah!” she exclaims, “I’m… I’m gonna…”

  I know she is, and so am I.

  I don’t want to hold back a second longer and I don’t want her to either.

  “Come for me, Faith. Come on my cock and let me give you our child,” I groan, gripping her whole chest suddenly as I feel her stiffen under me, my own climax rising so quickly I know it’s only so it can be at the same time as hers.

  We grip each other harder, holding on for what feels like forever, as both of us shatter, a complete and total magical moment between two souls.

  Her breath shivers and her body shakes with mine, pressing hard against me as both our hearts pound out the same beat into each other’s ribs.

  “Oh...oh God,” she finally stammers, our breathing still at fever pitch as the waves of our first shared climax start to fade but only slightly.

  There’s plenty of aftershocks and we both moan, gasp and finally giggle once we become aware of just how potent this thing between us really is.

  “You’re mine now, Faith,” I tell her, kissing her softly, feeling her melt into me as she moans with delight.

  I’ve never been happier, more content and I’ll say again, it really does feel like my life is actually just starting.

  “Oh Noah,” she sighs into my ear, pulling me right down on top of her again. “Tell me it’ll always be like this, tell me it’s like that every time.”

  Flexing inside her, I give her my reply, making her gasp and then moan softly again as we both understand it will always be like this, every day from now on.

  I’ll see to that.

  I turn on my side, still clutching her and holding her closer with both my arms around her.

  “I… I love you, Noah,” she says with some hesitation.

  I frown at her, watching her eyes shift as if she’s suddenly not sure she should have said so.

  “I wanted to tell you the second I saw you, Faith. I love you more than anything in the whole world,” I tell her with conviction, kissing her again, so hard I only hope it shows her just how much I love her.

  We lay quietly, looking into each other’s eyes. Me stroking her hair and her tracing a finger or hand over my body, which she tells me is so unbelievable.

  I have to remind her that it’s her that’s so incredible.

  “You really think so?” she asks me, and I have to kiss her just to quiet her down with that kind of talk.

  “No more of that,” I caution her. “You’d better get used to being told how amazing you are, Faith. Because you are.”

  “More importantly, you’re mine now and I won’t have you trying to doubt yourself or put yourself down,” I tell her.

  “I still think you’re more amazing,” she says, trying to have the last word.

  I’m not sure how long we lay there awake, my arm goes numb but that’s nothing. It’s a small price to pay for having her where I want her.

  The first light of a gray dawn gives the room a more natural light and I flick the lamp off with my spare hand.

  I ask Faith if she wants something to eat, an early breakfast but she only makes a tiny mewing sound.

  She’s still fast asleep.

  I nuzzle my chin into her neck and quietly listen to her breathe until she rolls over,
turning on her side and letting me see her fine body from behind.

  I guess, like me, she’s more used to sleeping alone.

  Covering her with the sheets, I decide to order up some breakfast, I’m hungry again and it should stay warm until Faith gets up, the suite has a kitchen too if needed.

  I sure could get used to this.

  I stub my toe on the suitcase on my way out. I don’t want to wake Faith by using the phone in the bedroom.

  It looks small in the dim morning light, the case, almost like something that’s suddenly not so important to me when I compare it to her.

  But, a promise is a promise.

  Might be a day or two behind schedule though, last night gave me Faith and a whole new taste for her. Not something I think I’m gonna be prepared to leave unexplored for a while yet.

  A part of me wants to open the case, to have a look. But I shake my head and push that idea away. No good can come of it. It’s not mine and I’ll be glad to see the back of it when all this is done.

  Then what?

  Then I guess it’s up to Faith where she wants to go and what she wants to do. I was a free agent, but now there’s two of us, I’ll leave it up to her to decide what she wants next.

  For now, I want to enjoy her. Enjoy us and then we’ll just see what happens.

  Before dialing up any food, I decide to stay fresh for my girl and grab a shower, the suite having a choice of bathrooms too.

  The tub is Olympic-sized, and I examine it while I shower then slip into one of the fluffy robes provided.

  I order breakfast, to be sent up in a half-hour and a couple of dozen roses too sent up on the double.

  Setting the tub to a slow fill I hope that Faith likes the idea of a relaxing bath once she wakes up.

  Hovering by the door, I manage to catch the room service with the roses before they ring, and set to work laying as thick a trail as I can from our bed to the bath for her.

  The tub’s full and still hot, so we have some time yet.

  As if on cue, I hear Faith exclaiming out loud just as the door chimes.

  Breakfast is about to be served, and with a bubble bath waiting for my angel to follow.