myself explaining. "Long before my mother died. Patrick Connolly was never good enough for the good doctor's sister."
"I know that feeling." Noah grunted breathlessly. "Your uncle is a dick, Thorn," he added. "Seriously."
"He's just set in his ways," I replied. "The last time we spoke he told me that loving you was going to get me killed. He refused to make any effort of repairing our relationship because, in his eyes, the moment you were released from prison I was going to fall into your arms and he would rather say goodbye to me then." Sighing, I added, "It was our worst fight. I've never heard him so mad."
Noah was silent.
"Of course, I told him he was wrong," I quickly reassured him.
Rolling back onto my stomach, I watched Noah as he continued to do push-ups.
"Say something," I whispered, noticing his darkened expression.
"He's right," Noah growled. "I've always been the worst kind of wrong for you."
Climbing to his feet, Noah stretched his huge arms over his head and I had to force myself not to drool at the sight of this beautiful man.
Reaching up over our bed, Noah caught ahold of the one of the beams joining the four posts of the bed together and hoisted himself up.
"Hit me."
"What?" I settled on my knees, watching Noah pull himself up with his legs tucked behind him, ankles lock together.
"Hit me," he repeated, tone serious. "Every time I lower myself down, I want you to hit me in the stomach."
"And why on earth would I do that?"
"Tightens my core."
Lowering himself back down, he dangled in front of me until I gave in and lightly slapped his stomach.
"Harder."
I slapped him again, much harder this time.
Noah's response was a grunt of approval.
For the next fifteen minutes, Noah continued to do chin ups and I continued to slap him in silent harmony.
"I was late," I blurted out, breaking the contented silence between us.
Noah's brows furrowed but he didn't stop moving.
"When I got home to Ireland, I missed a period." Resting back on my knees, I felt my cheeks turning a deep shade of red.
I had no idea why I was talking about something that had happened so many years ago, only that I wanted him to know everything about me.
I wanted to fill him in on every single detail of my life from the moment we parted to the moment we reunited.
"Thought I was pregnant." Pulling at an invisible thread on the bedspread, I looked up at his face and said, "Turned out that I wasn't, but I got one hell of a fright."
"Because you thought you were pregnant with my baby?" He froze midair, eyes locked on mine, giving nothing away. "Because you thought you had a convicted felon's seed growing inside you?"
"Because I was eighteen and terrified ," I corrected him. "And you weren't with me."
"Fair enough." Dropping onto his feet, Noah cracked his neck from side to side before walking over to the window sill. "But I thought about you all the time."
I swallowed deeply. "You did?"
"I did." Pressing his hands against the sill, Noah stretched himself out. "Before I got up. After I went to bed. When I showered. During mealtimes." A popping noise filled the room and Noah groaned loudly. "I thought of nothing else." He twisted his neck from side to side. "Only you."
Sighing heavily, I rubbed the skin over my heart. "I missed you so much."
He turned his face to look at me. "How much?"
"Enough to lose my inhibitions when you finally came back for me and not take precautions," I admitted guiltily. "I should probably go about getting put on something," I offered lamely. We'd taken too many risks as it stood. "You know…for safety's sake."
Noah's eyes were blazing with sincerity and heat when he said, "I'm clean, Thorn."
Walking over to where I was kneeling, Noah tossed himself down on his back.
"We're given mandatory three-month blood tests because of the amount of blood we shed in the cage." He turned his head to look at me. "And I've never been with a woman bareback before you or since you."
"I'm not talking about
"I know that feeling." Noah grunted breathlessly. "Your uncle is a dick, Thorn," he added. "Seriously."
"He's just set in his ways," I replied. "The last time we spoke he told me that loving you was going to get me killed. He refused to make any effort of repairing our relationship because, in his eyes, the moment you were released from prison I was going to fall into your arms and he would rather say goodbye to me then." Sighing, I added, "It was our worst fight. I've never heard him so mad."
Noah was silent.
"Of course, I told him he was wrong," I quickly reassured him.
Rolling back onto my stomach, I watched Noah as he continued to do push-ups.
"Say something," I whispered, noticing his darkened expression.
"He's right," Noah growled. "I've always been the worst kind of wrong for you."
Climbing to his feet, Noah stretched his huge arms over his head and I had to force myself not to drool at the sight of this beautiful man.
Reaching up over our bed, Noah caught ahold of the one of the beams joining the four posts of the bed together and hoisted himself up.
"Hit me."
"What?" I settled on my knees, watching Noah pull himself up with his legs tucked behind him, ankles lock together.
"Hit me," he repeated, tone serious. "Every time I lower myself down, I want you to hit me in the stomach."
"And why on earth would I do that?"
"Tightens my core."
Lowering himself back down, he dangled in front of me until I gave in and lightly slapped his stomach.
"Harder."
I slapped him again, much harder this time.
Noah's response was a grunt of approval.
For the next fifteen minutes, Noah continued to do chin ups and I continued to slap him in silent harmony.
"I was late," I blurted out, breaking the contented silence between us.
Noah's brows furrowed but he didn't stop moving.
"When I got home to Ireland, I missed a period." Resting back on my knees, I felt my cheeks turning a deep shade of red.
I had no idea why I was talking about something that had happened so many years ago, only that I wanted him to know everything about me.
I wanted to fill him in on every single detail of my life from the moment we parted to the moment we reunited.
"Thought I was pregnant." Pulling at an invisible thread on the bedspread, I looked up at his face and said, "Turned out that I wasn't, but I got one hell of a fright."
"Because you thought you were pregnant with my baby?" He froze midair, eyes locked on mine, giving nothing away. "Because you thought you had a convicted felon's seed growing inside you?"
"Because I was eighteen and terrified ," I corrected him. "And you weren't with me."
"Fair enough." Dropping onto his feet, Noah cracked his neck from side to side before walking over to the window sill. "But I thought about you all the time."
I swallowed deeply. "You did?"
"I did." Pressing his hands against the sill, Noah stretched himself out. "Before I got up. After I went to bed. When I showered. During mealtimes." A popping noise filled the room and Noah groaned loudly. "I thought of nothing else." He twisted his neck from side to side. "Only you."
Sighing heavily, I rubbed the skin over my heart. "I missed you so much."
He turned his face to look at me. "How much?"
"Enough to lose my inhibitions when you finally came back for me and not take precautions," I admitted guiltily. "I should probably go about getting put on something," I offered lamely. We'd taken too many risks as it stood. "You know…for safety's sake."
Noah's eyes were blazing with sincerity and heat when he said, "I'm clean, Thorn."
Walking over to where I was kneeling, Noah tossed himself down on his back.
"We're given mandatory three-month blood tests because of the amount of blood we shed in the cage." He turned his head to look at me. "And I've never been with a woman bareback before you or since you."
"I'm not talking about
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