I…
“He won’t find out,” Noah says, tossing a look behind me toward the door to the kitchen.
What would happen if he did? At any second that door could open.
“Open,” Noah growls under his breath. “Your fucking shirt, princess.”
I reach up, holding his eyes as he jerks himself and unbutton his shirt that I wear. Underneath, I sport a tight, tank top, and he doesn’t even ask. He bares his teeth, yanking it up over my breasts. His lungs empty as he stares at my body, and I lie on my back again, letting him drink me in.
My nipples harden, sharpening to points in the chilly air. “Noah…”
He licks the palm of his hand, dragging his tongue over it, and dipping back down to jerk himself harder, his eyes never leaving my body.
He fists his hard cock, cum dripping from its tip. He inches in to touch me, and I shake my head.
No.
He stops, his angry eyes zoning in on me.
“No one says no to me,” he whispers.
I smile a little.
“I want my mouth all over your body,” he says, staring at my breasts. “Let me taste them.”
I shake my head again, but my skin tingles with the idea. His mouth hungrily sucking on me… God.
He makes me feel powerful. With Noah, I’m not embarrassed to demand or refuse. He dangles on my line and not the other way around.
“Faster.” I push my tits up for him. “Do it faster.”
He breathes through his teeth, stroking himself harder and faster, and I watch his mouth open and close as he longs for my breasts.
I slip my hand down my jeans and inside my panties.
He groans, watching me finger myself. “Take ’em down.”
I shake my head, swirling my wet clit.
He growls again. “Take your panties down and show me something wet.”
“Noah, no.”
I can’t. I’ll lose control. This is what I love with Noah, and what I want to keep. I can love him but stay level.
He pants. “I want your panties balled up on my bedroom floor so bad, but I’ll fuck you right here if I have to, Tiernan.”
I eye the couch in the corner of the shop, a moment of surrender almost taking me over.
“Let me in your bed tonight,” he asks. “He won’t find out.”
I open my mouth to say something—to refuse—but I can’t force the words. I don’t want to deny him. I want him to be happy.
“He won’t find out,” he whispers again. “He’ll never know, Tiernan. Drop the pack. Just let go.”
Everything washes over me at once, and I almost say “yes.”
Drop the pack.
Like that day in the ocean and everything I was carrying that would drag me down and drown me. Just let go.
I almost do.
Instead, I dive in, holding his face and kissing his temple as he strokes himself. “I’m sorry.”
And I slide out from under the bike and climb to my feet, running toward the kitchen door as I pull down my tank top and fix the flannel.
“Tiernan,” he groans behind me, sounding disappointed, but I don’t stop.
Running into the house, I slam the shop door and bolt up the stairs, heading to my bedroom.
What the hell is the matter with me? Noah is the only one I’m completely fearless around. Why would I complicate that?
I wanted him. I wanted to climb on top of him and love him and hold him and make sure he wasn’t alone.
I swing my door open and pull off the flannel, kicking off my shoes and socks, because I’m sweating.
These fucking men. I squeeze my eyes shut, still aching between my thighs. My clothes itch, and my heart pounds.
“Tiernan.”
I blink, hearing my name. I turn my head, looking out my door, across the hall, and seeing Jake standing in his room wearing a towel. He uses another to dry the back of his hair as steam billows out of the bathroom and into his room.
“You okay?” he asks.
I stare at his bare chest and muscular calves, the towel tucked just above his groin, and the pulse in my clit throbs harder.
I shake my head.
Slowly, I unfasten my jeans and push them down my legs, his eyes on me as I pull my tank top over my head.
I see his breathing turn heavy as his eyes fall down my body, and I don’t hesitate another moment. I slip my panties down my legs, bearing my pussy, and he’s off. Dropping the towel in his hand, he stalks across the hall and into my room, slamming my door closed before he grabs me. I have a moment to inhale before he lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his body, and his hand smacks my ass.