Elias.I read Netty’s scribbled information and punched the number into the phone. It connects on the third ring.
“Victory Plumbing, this is Eli.”
I stare at the note. “Yeah,” I say, pausing as I understand the weird instructions he wrote down. “I got a leaky tub. It needs to be fixed as soon as possible.”
“Hmm. I see.” He pauses. “I don’t have openings until the morning. Morales refer you?”
I hesitate, but then decide to try it out. “Yeah. He did.”
“Took you a long time.”
“Yeah.” I swallow hard.
“It’s twelve hundred. One person only. I don’t take fucking groups. 2 a.m., and don’t be fucking late.” He rattles off coordinates, and I type them into the panhandler’s notes on his phone.
“Thanks,” I breathe out, trying to ignore the way my throat constricts.
“See you soon.” He hangs up, and I’m left sitting there in the dark, processing what I already know, though Elias made it all the more clear.
This is it. This is where I leave Rue so she can have a normal fucking life.
56
RUE
Noah.
I feel a warm hand slide along the top of my hip, and lips press to the outside of my jaw. My eyes flutter open, the low light of the sunset filling the room. The orange glow through the crack in the curtains casts shadows across Noah’s face as my eyes flutter open.
“You’re beautiful when you sleep,” Noah murmurs, meeting my gaze for a split second before leaning back in.
A light moan escapes my lips as he sucks my skin into his mouth, his tongue twirling circles that flood me with arousal. I arch into him, as he rolls me onto my back, his hands finding the top of my sweatpants.
He tugs them down, his face still buried in my neck. I pull away just long enough to slide my shirt over my head. As I do, I realize Noah’s already stripped down, his body damp from the shower.
“I must’ve been sleeping hard,” I breathe out, his lips finding my collarbone. His fingers dig into my hips, and I open my legs for him, letting him situate himself. He wastes no time, pushing his cock into me.
I gasp as I take all of it quickly, my nails digging into his lower back. “Noah,” his name slips from my mouth, and he pulls back, his ocean eyes holding mine.
“Rue,” he murmurs, his hips stilling.
“I…” My voice trails off as the emotion wells up in my chest. Iwantto tell him those three words. I want to tell him just how much I fucking love him, but before I can find it, he rears back and thrusts into me again, my mind growing hazy with lust.
I cling to him as he pumps into me, his mouth finding mine. I lift one hand from his back and bring it to the back of his neck, holding his mouth to mine. He grips me, smashing me with the weight of his body.
It’s not gritty, and it’s not a high of just arousal. It’s just… fucking spiritual.
I grind my hips up into him, and he groans into my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine. I can’t get enough of him. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together in a dance that has become so familiar.
“Rue,” he groans into my mouth. “Just like that, baby.”
I whimper in response, feeling the heat in my core build. My orgasm crashes down around me, and I pulse around his shaft. Noah keeps thrusting, his mouth on mine, then my jaw, then my neck again.
He pounds harder and faster. His hand finds my hips and holds me against him. I wrap my arms around his neck and take it, my oversensitive pussy screaming at the sensation.
“Oh God,” I whine into him, squeezing my eyes shut.
He fucks me raw, my arms cramping as I hang onto him, the scent of sweat and sex filling the motel room.
