Chapter 37 Noah
Chapter thirty-seven
Noah
“Turn around and kiss him,” Mercer demands.
He grips her arms and spins her, and with her chest pressed to mine, she drapes herself against me, giving me all her weight.
He’s been pounding into her with so much pent-up frustration I was worried he’d hurt her.
I tried to say as much. Asked him to ease up a little.
Through gritted teeth, and with a maniacal darkness in his eyes, he said, “She can fucking take it.”
Now that she’s facing me and safe in my arms, I can breathe again.
I bend low, ready to greet Sawyer with all the softness and sweetness she deserves.
Instead she meets my tenderness with a hungry kiss.
“Noah,” she moans when I pull back long enough for her to catch her breath.
The sound of my name on her lips goes straight to my cock.
“God, honey. Say that again.”
Eyes closed but smiling, she mewls my name, her lips brushing my throat. Sharp nails scrape down my chest, inspiring goose bumps to erupt all over.
I pull her closer, our bodies flush, my cock nestled against the apex of her thighs.
I want to be inside her.
So much so that I might just ask her point-blank.
“Sawyer.”
At the use of her real name, she peers up at me, her brows pinched with curiosity.
“Can I fuck you, too?”
Mercer scoffs, but I’m not paying him any mind. How could I, with this perfect specimen between us, touching me everywhere and whispering my name?
“Please,” she breathes, reaching between our bodies and lining me up where she wants me.
Breath held, I bend my knees, determined to get the angle just right. She leans back against Mercer, but her gaze remains fixed on me.
The warmth and wetness that tease the head of my cock as I notch myself at her entrance has nothing to do with the steamy water still pounding down around us.
With a steady hand on her low back and the other cupping the back of her head, I shift forward and ease into her.
An overwhelming sensation of peace washes over me, growing with each inch I sink further.
Her mouth falls open, her pretty brown irises darkening but never leaving mine.
When I’m fully sheathed, I look down, because how could I fucking resist?
Where I end, she begins.
We’re connected in the most visceral, intimate way.
Eyes closed, I let my chin drop, overwhelmed with emotion.
She feels so good. This—us? It feels so right.
And yet…
A hand at my nape pulls me from my thoughts.
I snap my head up to find Mercer’s steady gaze boring into me.
He doesn’t ask.
He doesn’t press.
But he sees me. He knows the battle in my head and my heart.
What once was can never be again.
What’s happening now? This moment, this woman, this chance?
I won’t let it slip away. I won’t take it for granted.
Swallowing, I press my lips to the crown of Sawyer’s head.
“I love being inside you,” I grit out.
She clenches around me, her walls tightening in a warm embrace.
My forehead pressed to hers, I relish the sensation. I need her to know what this means. I need her to know how this feels. “I’m never going to forget this moment.”
She pushes up, dislodging me slightly, much to my dismay, though the feel of her fingertips on my jaw calms me.
“You feel incredible.” She brushes her lips against mine. “God, Noah. You make me feel so good.”
I kiss her again, desperate for more.
Mercer bends low and sucks on her neck, his hair tickling my forehead.
“You said you wanted us both, Little Nuisance.”
“Yes,” she pants into my mouth.
“Noah’s already enjoying that sweet little cunt. Does that mean you’re going to let me take your ass?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation.
Oh shit.
That’s what both means?
I had no idea that’s what we were doing. I didn’t realize—
“Don’t stress,” Mercer murmurs, clearly picking up on my confusion. “Just stay inside her, buried as deep as you can manage. I’ll take care of the rest.”