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preventing STI's." Turning onto my side, I cupped his cheek with my hand and smiled. "I meant preventing little Noah and Teagan's running around the place."
"What were you thinking of getting?"
"I don't know," I confessed, feeling stupid for being a twenty-five-year-old woman and clueless.
Aside from one regrettable night with Liam in which I knew for a fact we'd used a condom – I'd seen the evidence the following morning, tossed carelessly on his bedroom floor, not to mention the dreadful latex rash that had followed – Noah was the only man I'd ever been with.
Back when we were in high school, Noah had always taken care of it. He'd bought the condoms. He'd disposed of them afterwards. He'd kept me safe. We'd only ever had one close call and even then he'd protected me.
It was during Christmas break of senior year. I had snuck out of the house behind Max's back to be with him. We'd taken Noah's car up to our usual make-out spot on South Peak Road.
Things had gone a little far and before we'd known it, we were having sex right there on the mountain side in his Lexus.
The condom had broken and I remembered saying, in my orgasm induced frenzy, to keep going.
But Noah had immediately pulled out of me. Even though it must have killed him to do it, he stopped and told me that he wasn't going to risk my future by being selfish with me.
"I've never been on birth control. I've never had to…" My words trailed off as I pondered the notion. "Hope takes the contraceptive pill – for menstrual cramps - but it wrecks her cycle. And I really don't like the thought of putting a rod in my arm or having bimonthly injections."
"Then I'll take care of it," Noah offered after a long pause. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against mine. "First thing tomorrow, I'll run out and grab a pack of condoms."
"And tonight?"
"I've already had you twice today." He smirked. "What's another night?"
"Okay," I teased. "Make sure you read the label when you're buying them tomorrow." I waggled my brows. "But don’t forget to buy the…"
"Latex free ones," Noah filled in. "The blue box – not the green." Smirking he added, "Yeah, I remember, Thorn."
"I was going to say don’t forget to buy extra-large," I shot back, blushing, feeling both embarrassed and aroused that he remembered something so intimate about our past.
Noah frowned. "What color box are those?"
"I don’t know." I shrugged. "Just read the label."
"If there's reading involved then you better come with me."
"Why so?"
"Because I can't read good," he replied with a yawn. "I'm dumb, babe, you know that. All I'm good at is using my fists."
"No you're not," I all but roared. "Don't you dare call yourself dumb."
"Calm down," he chuckled. "This isn't a new thing. I've always been like this."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I guess it never came up before."
"What about school?"
"In case it passed your attention, Thorn, I didn't do too good at school." Chuckling, he added, "I missed a lot of school. Hell, I didn't even go to mainstream school until I was seven, and even then we moved around so much I never really got a chance to settle down and get my teeth into it. I didn't have time to learn. I was too busy training to fight. I was fifteen before we settled down long enough for me to actually spend an entire year in one school, and by then I didn't care. I was hooked on the gym. I thought school was pointless, and I only went for a break from George and his shit. I was every teacher's worst nightmare."
"Noah, you're not stupid."
He shrugged. "Yeah, well, it doesn't matter now. I have the basics – and it's not like I'm gonna need books or anything in my career."
"I can help you," I offered.
"No thanks," he snorted.
"Noah, I'm serious." Kneeling on the bed in front of him, I pitched my plan. "I want to do this for you. You deserve better than this. You are one of the smartest men I know. You can do anything you put your mind to. Come on, I have faith in you. You're
"What were you thinking of getting?"
"I don't know," I confessed, feeling stupid for being a twenty-five-year-old woman and clueless.
Aside from one regrettable night with Liam in which I knew for a fact we'd used a condom – I'd seen the evidence the following morning, tossed carelessly on his bedroom floor, not to mention the dreadful latex rash that had followed – Noah was the only man I'd ever been with.
Back when we were in high school, Noah had always taken care of it. He'd bought the condoms. He'd disposed of them afterwards. He'd kept me safe. We'd only ever had one close call and even then he'd protected me.
It was during Christmas break of senior year. I had snuck out of the house behind Max's back to be with him. We'd taken Noah's car up to our usual make-out spot on South Peak Road.
Things had gone a little far and before we'd known it, we were having sex right there on the mountain side in his Lexus.
The condom had broken and I remembered saying, in my orgasm induced frenzy, to keep going.
But Noah had immediately pulled out of me. Even though it must have killed him to do it, he stopped and told me that he wasn't going to risk my future by being selfish with me.
"I've never been on birth control. I've never had to…" My words trailed off as I pondered the notion. "Hope takes the contraceptive pill – for menstrual cramps - but it wrecks her cycle. And I really don't like the thought of putting a rod in my arm or having bimonthly injections."
"Then I'll take care of it," Noah offered after a long pause. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against mine. "First thing tomorrow, I'll run out and grab a pack of condoms."
"And tonight?"
"I've already had you twice today." He smirked. "What's another night?"
"Okay," I teased. "Make sure you read the label when you're buying them tomorrow." I waggled my brows. "But don’t forget to buy the…"
"Latex free ones," Noah filled in. "The blue box – not the green." Smirking he added, "Yeah, I remember, Thorn."
"I was going to say don’t forget to buy extra-large," I shot back, blushing, feeling both embarrassed and aroused that he remembered something so intimate about our past.
Noah frowned. "What color box are those?"
"I don’t know." I shrugged. "Just read the label."
"If there's reading involved then you better come with me."
"Why so?"
"Because I can't read good," he replied with a yawn. "I'm dumb, babe, you know that. All I'm good at is using my fists."
"No you're not," I all but roared. "Don't you dare call yourself dumb."
"Calm down," he chuckled. "This isn't a new thing. I've always been like this."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I guess it never came up before."
"What about school?"
"In case it passed your attention, Thorn, I didn't do too good at school." Chuckling, he added, "I missed a lot of school. Hell, I didn't even go to mainstream school until I was seven, and even then we moved around so much I never really got a chance to settle down and get my teeth into it. I didn't have time to learn. I was too busy training to fight. I was fifteen before we settled down long enough for me to actually spend an entire year in one school, and by then I didn't care. I was hooked on the gym. I thought school was pointless, and I only went for a break from George and his shit. I was every teacher's worst nightmare."
"Noah, you're not stupid."
He shrugged. "Yeah, well, it doesn't matter now. I have the basics – and it's not like I'm gonna need books or anything in my career."
"I can help you," I offered.
"No thanks," he snorted.
"Noah, I'm serious." Kneeling on the bed in front of him, I pitched my plan. "I want to do this for you. You deserve better than this. You are one of the smartest men I know. You can do anything you put your mind to. Come on, I have faith in you. You're
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