37. NOAH
Chapter 37
NOAH
T he red haze of the sun blinds me as I look over into the distance, trying to make out the outline of what looks to be vehicles speeding toward us. I shield my eyes by cupping a hand over my brows to better understand what is quickly approaching, only to gasp.
A convoy.
An enemy convoy.
I wake with a groan, sitting up quickly and clutching at my throat. I hate that all I can remember are bits and pieces. It feels like there’s so much missing. So much I don’t know, and it’s killing me. I don’t know if I want to remember it all for my sake, or for theirs. It feels like a betrayal to not know how everything happened. How my friends died. It feels like a betrayal that I’m alive.
Getting out of bed, I don’t bother putting on clothes. I’m in my boxers without a shirt on, but I’m just getting a glass of water and coming back to take my anxiety medication. Maybe that will help me go back to sleep.
I open the door quietly, and it doesn’t even creak, which was the goal. The last thing I want is for either of them to wake up, especially since it’s Scarlett’s night off. It’s a fucking miracle she didn’t see what happened earlier in the driveway. It was late though, so I’m sure she was asleep anyway.
My footsteps are quiet as I walk through the hallway and to the kitchen. I set the refrigerator setting to get water and place a cup underneath to fill it up. Bringing it to my lips, I down it in one go, then fill it up again to take with me to the room. But before I can turn around, a warm body stands behind me, caging me against the kitchen counter.
Tyler’s body is warm against mine and bare. His skin is soft against my back, and I close my eyes. His arms come to either side of me, caging me in, and his hard cock nestles between my ass cheeks. I suck in a sharp breath, my nostrils flaring with the effort to not turn around and demand to know what the fuck he’s doing right now. But instead, I stay still. Mostly out of curiosity.
He’s hard for me.
“Couldn’t sleep, baby?” he whispers against my ear, then kisses my temple. “Nightmares?”
I clear my throat. “Yeah.”
“Want me to get your mind off it?”
“Tyler—” I start. “What are…what are you doing?”
“I want you, Noah,” he says softly, for my ears only. He’s clearly being quiet to not wake Scarlett up, and I’m tempted to ruin it for him. Then again, I’m more tempted to take him up on his offer. “I need you. I can’t wait anymore.”
“You need me?” I smirk, removing one of his arms from caging me in, then turn around on him. We’re so close our noses are brushing against each other. Our lips are centimeters apart. I can taste the mint on his breath.
“So. Fucking. Bad.”
“Don’t play with me, Ty,” I growl, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. “You know I couldn’t care less about your little wife sleeping right next to my room.”
“Then don’t,” he groans when my fingers tighten in his hair. “I don’t care.”
“You say you know what you want, but you never show me,” I whisper against his chin, biting it roughly. He whimpers, caging me in again with his arms, pinning his hips against mine. “Hmm?”
Ty grabs my wrist and removes my hand from his hair, then places his hand around my neck and squeezes lightly. It feels possessive, and I’ve never loved anything more. His forehead meets mine gently, his nose brushes against mine, and our lips touch in an almost kiss. It’s gentle—too gentle.
“If you’re gonna kiss me,” I breathe against his lips. “Just put me out of my fucking misery already.”
“Oh, God,” Tyler whispers, closing his eyes. He seems to be battling with himself on what to do, and I’m just about to push him away and get out of here when he slams his lips to mine.
The kiss is frenzied.
Ty sucks on my bottom lip roughly, and I suck on his top one. It’s as if fireworks explode inside of me, and my body is engulfed by a wave of heat, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with anyone else. His teeth graze me, pulling, letting go. His tongue teases the seam of my lips, and I grant him entrance, and then his tongue strokes mine in a slow rhythm. As if he’s savoring me. Trying to make this last forever.
Our hips have a mind of their own, and if we’re not careful, I could come just like this—from dry humping against a kitchen counter. Goddamn it, Tyler, what are you doing to me?
My hands reach around him and grab onto his ass cheeks, squeezing gently, and he moans, his hand tightening around my throat slightly. It’s not enough to steal my breath, but just enough to make me feel crazy. Crazier .
Tyler’s hand around my neck begins to shake until he drops it and grabs my hips, rolling his own until our cocks are rubbing against each other even better. The friction is driving me wild, out of my fucking mind. The only thing that would be even better is having him bare against me.
“Ty,” I groan when he keeps rutting against me, and I can feel myself leaking pre-cum in my boxers. My spine tingles with the need to come, and my balls draw up. “I’m close.”
“Come for me, Noah,” he moans softly against my lips. “I need you to come.”
“Take your cock out,” I tell him, and he stops. The need to come is overwhelming and painful, but I wait patiently as he does what I say. I take out my own, and when he drops his boxers, I grab his along with mine. “Fuck, baby, your dick is perfect.”
“Just for you,” he breathes. “God, Noah, that feels good.”
I stroke us together, our cocks in my hand, and I speed up my pace. I’m really close already, and Ty pulls away from me and dribbles spit onto my working hand. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I jack us long and hard, and when he wraps his hand right over mine, taking the rest of the length of our cocks, I groan under my breath.
Ty swipes his thumb over the head of our cocks, and he whimpers. He does it over and over again, and his nostrils flare with the effort to keep quiet. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and my balls ache with my impending release.
I moan, “Just like that, love. Fuck my fist, give me your cum.”
“Oh, God, baby, please keep talking to me like that,” Tyler begs. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking good.”
“Harder, please,” I beg him. “Faster.”
Tyler’s grip around our cocks gets tighter. He begins to moan, and my toes curl at the sound. We keep up the pace, and I begin to thrust into his hand, chasing my release. The familiar tingling sensation takes over quickly, and it takes everything in my power to keep myself in check. Everything about this man makes me come undone.
The way Tyler thrusts up into our hands and rubs against my cock has my eyes rolling to the back of my head all over again, and my groans and moans are uncontrollable. “You’re so fucking good at this, Ty. My good boy.”
“I am your good boy.” Ty moans too. “All yours, baby.”
“So fucking good.”
“I’m gonna come,” he groans, and his cum starts spilling into my hand, my cock rubbing against it. It lubricates me, making it a thousand times better. “Oh, God, oh, fuck.”
“On your knees, Tyler,” I growl. “Suck my cock.”
Tyler drops to his knees immediately, taking me into his mouth and to the back of his throat. His warmth envelops me like a tight hug, and I throw my head back and moan softly. He digs his fingernails into me, and I look at him. He seems to want my eyes on him, and with his lips wrapped around me, I can’t look away. He looks so fucking good on his knees.
“Fuuuck,” I say with a loud whisper. “Right there. Oh, please, please don’t stop.”
My balls rise, my spine tingles, and suddenly my cum is shooting down his throat. It spills from the corners of his lips, running down his chin, and I realize I like it messy. I want to mark him. I want him to know he’s fucking mine. Mine. Mine. All mine.
“You’re mine, Tyler Hayes,” I growl, kneeling and then kissing him. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, tasting cum, and smile. “Your cum is mine, your ass is mine, everything about you is all mine.”
“On my life, Noah,” Tyler whispers. “I swear I’m yours.”
I look at him. At the cum decorating his chest and abs, and grin. In an unexpected move, he grabs the back of my neck and roughly shoves his tongue into my mouth. A groan reverberates from my chest, and he smiles over my lips. He tastes like us, and I smile back.
“You like that?” he whispers. “My dirty boy.”
“Fucking love it,” I admit, taking his right hand and bringing it to my lips. I lick off our cum, my tongue lapping up every drop. “Now go back to your wife, Tyler.” He visibly deflates, disappointment written into his features. “And don’t fucking clean up.”
Tyler smirks. “You want her to see our dry cum all over me?”
“Yes.”
“You want her to know I’m all yours?”
“ Please ,” I groan when he bites my bottom lip, then sucks on it. When he pulls away, I ask, “What are you doing, Ty?”
Tyler grins. “Reminding you.”
“About?” I frown.
“That I love you,” he breathes. “That I can’t live without you.”
I pause but then give in. “I love you too, Tyler,” I whisper. “I always have, and I’m scared I always will.”
“What can I do to prove to you that I’m leaving her?” he whispers back, pleading with his eyes. He’s desperate for me to believe him, and I’m desperate for him to?—
“Show me.”
“And then?” he asks me.
“I won’t give a damn about her,” I reply, meaning it. I know I should care. I know I should feel bad, and part of me does. But what I feel for Tyler is inevitable. “I’ll be with you.”
Tyler nods. “I’ll show you.” Relief makes my hands shake, and I fist them. “You’ll see.”
With those parting words, he gets up and steps away from me, tucking himself back into his boxers. I do the same, grabbing the cup of water and walking away from him, back to the room. I close the door behind me quietly, locking it for good measure. The last thing I need is for Tyler to sneak into my bed and for Scarlett to find out while she sleeps next door.
I take my anxiety pill and lie down, but my brain won’t stop. My mind spins and spins as I think about him leaving Scarlett. As I think about how much it’s going to hurt her. But tonight solidified something I already knew in the marrow of my bones. I can’t stay away no matter how hard I try, and that makes me weak. But weakness has never felt better. So fuck being strong. That has never worked for me when it comes to him.
And as I close my eyes all I see is curly brown hair, clear-blue eyes, and a blinding smile. I see his face as he comes, lips parted, eyes scrunched closed in ecstasy. I see the way he looks at me from a distance, a grin on his lips. I want him to be mine. Mine to love, mine to hold, just mine. He said he already is.
All I have to do is take him.