Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
Ispend a couple of hours with my thoughts after leaving Conan, needing to sort through everything that happened. Both Noah and Conan want to date me and seem fine with it. I know deep down they aren’t, that they are just trying for my sake, but that’s all we can do.
I don’t want to lose either of them, I’m selfish like that, so I’ll try it. It’s honestly the best option. I can’t stop loving Noah, but I can’t give up what I’ve found with Conan either.
My heart isn’t bothered by what’s right or wrong. Loving more than one person doesn’t matter as long as we are in it together. I know they need time, we all will, but it’s a good thing, right?
Noah wants me.
Conan wants me.
I get two men who both care for me, and I don’t have to hold back anymore. My heart has been hurting for a long time, trapped and torn, and now I can finally breathe.
I could make Noah wait longer, since he made me wait years, but I’m not that mean, and that pained look in his eyes as I left this morning haunts me.
Raising my hand, I knock on his door and wait. It opens seconds later, as if he were standing by it.
“Hi—” He yanks me into his arms before I can get anything else out, and I smile as I sink into his warmth, wrapping my arms around him as my heart thumps wildly in my chest. He feels and smells so good.
Has he been waiting all day?
I know how much not knowing can break someone.
“I was so scared,” he whispers as he pulls back and eyes me up and down before a frown tugs at his lips. “You cried again.”
Shit, how does he know?
“I’ll kill him,” he snaps, releasing me as he tries to step through the door, but I grab him.
“He agreed.”
He freezes, tensing for a moment before he slowly turns back to me. I wait anxiously, but he blows out a breath and forces a smile onto his lips. It doesn’t reach his eyes, but it’s there.
“Good. You’re okay?” He tugs me inside and looks me over again.
“I’m fine. He wants to talk to you and figure out how this will work, but he agreed, so if you still want this, then we can date.” It feels stupid to say it, but his growing smirk makes desire heat my veins until I drop my shaky hands to hide my nervousness.
Part of me still expects him to laugh this off and pretend it never happened, but another part can’t stop thinking about how his lips felt around me and when we can do it again.
“I want it. Let me show you how much.” His words have me backing farther into his house, even as lust pumps through me.
I hit the foyer wall, since I wasn’t looking where I was going. “Noah—”
“I’ve been waiting years to have you, and now that you’re officially mine, I’m not waiting anymore.
You can try to stop me, but if you do, I’ll fill your mouth so you can’t protest.” His filthy words are uttered with desperation, sending a shudder through me as he advances like a predator stalking his prey.
I slide along the wall, trying to escape, but his palm slaps against it on my left.
My eyes catch on it before another bang has my head snapping around to see his other hand to my right, caging me in as his darkening eyes devour me whole.
“Be a good boy,” he purrs. “Or don’t. Either way, I’m going to enjoy this.” He freezes for a moment, narrowing his eyes.
“Noah?” I ask shakily.
“You smell like him,” he responds in a steely tone, and before I can speak, he yanks my head to the side, buries his face in my neck, and inhales.
Despite the threat in his tone, I can’t help the whimper of pleasure that escapes my lips as I close my eyes and turn to give him better access.
The whimper soon turns to a cry as his teeth sink into the soft, sensitive skin there.
The sharp pain fades to a burn as he lets go and sweeps his tongue over it.
“I want to mark every inch of you. I’m territorial like that, but I’ll settle for this.
I will, however, make you smell like me.
” Gripping my chin, he forces me to turn toward him, and when my eyes open, he speaks again.
“Be a good boy now, Mackie, and show me exactly how much you want me.” His lips press to mine in a hard, brutal kiss.
It’s rough, and my lips ache as I part them.
His tongue surges in, dancing with mine, as my head bangs back into the wall.
His hands roughly tug off my clothes as if unable to stand the smell of another man on me and the brutal treatment is what wakes me up.
It’s like a flip is switched inside me. All those years of pent-up emotions surge forward as I hesitantly grab his biceps, feeling his muscles bulge, and the happy groan he releases is my reward.
I can touch him, and that is so freeing.
Kissing his bottom lip, I suck and bite until he groans, then I slide my hands up into his hair, yank him back, and dig my teeth into the expanse of his neck just like he did to me.
His hiss fills the air as I lean back, licking my lips as I meet his gaze.
“You aren’t the only one who wants to mark.
” I shove him backward, watching him stumble, then I turn and saunter toward the stairs, shooting him a look over my shoulder when I reach the first step.
His chest is heaving, and his fists are clenched at his sides.
I’ve never seen Noah so unhinged or unraveled, but I love it.
I want to see if he looks like that when he’s deep inside me.
“Well, are you coming, or are you all talk?”
I barely make it up one step before he’s on me.
I stumble as he grabs me, lifts me up, and tears off my shirt before shoving his hand into my pants.
He wraps his fingers around my hard length as I cry out and arch up.
My mouth finds his again as he carries me upstairs with one arm, working my length as I wiggle.
When we tumble across the landing by his bedroom, I break our kiss and roll my hips, thrusting into his hand.
“I want you so badly, Noah. Please, I need you inside me. I’ve spent years thinking about it. ”
His lips twist in a brutal smile, and then I’m airborne. I hit his bed and tumble into the messy sheets, breathless, naked, and hard.
His dark, possessive eyes rove over me as I slide up and sit by the headboard, my legs stretched out as I watch him.
Noah reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head, exposing every inch of exquisite muscle to my greedy gaze.
His arms are huge and one of my favorite parts of him, but seeing his chiseled abs has my mouth watering.
Noah slides his hand down his chest to wind me up, but I can’t look away as he reaches his pants.
He slowly unbuttons the top and pushes them down.
His length springs free, hard and big. He strokes himself leisurely before placing one knee on the bed.
“You’re going to take every inch of me, baby. I’m not letting you out of this bed. I have years of frustration to take out on your pretty ass, and it’s all your fault, so you’ll take responsibility.”
My eyes dart up to his, but before I can formulate a response, he falls upon me like a starving dog.
He sucks my cock into his mouth, taking me all the way down his throat.
Lust slams through me so hard, I cry out, and then he bites my thighs as he moves up, tasting my stomach and chest before he grabs my throat and kisses me again.
I hear him moving around to the side and then a pop, and my eyes open as he sits back.
He covers his fingers in lube and shoves my thighs open, then he drags me under him, circles my ass with his fingertips, and works his fingers inside.
Groaning, I relax into his touch as he pushes two fingers in, fucking me until I roll my hips to take them deeper, and then he adds a third.
“I need you good and wet for me. I’m big, and I don’t plan on being gentle. I’m going to tear your ass up until you can barely walk, and then I’ll do it all over again,” he warns.
I like rough sex, but even I don’t know if I can handle this.
Desire pounds in my veins until I’m throbbing, and only then does he pull his fingers free and slide a condom down his length.
He lies over me, the world around us disappearing as he spreads my legs wider and kisses me as I feel his large length press against my ass.
I lose myself in the kiss as he pushes into me, slowly working through my muscles with rolling thrusts until he can speed up.
Then, he stops being nice. He fucks me with hard, quick thrusts that shove me into the bed.
I cry out into his mouth, unable to do much except take it.
Gripping his sheets, I lift my knees and wrap a leg around his waist as he thrusts into me, the angle letting him slide deeper.
It feels so fucking good, I’m already on the verge of coming, but I want this to last. Forcing my eyes open, I meet his gaze as he rises above me, gripping my hips and lifting me higher.
“Good boy, take all of me. Shit, look at you. You look so fucking pretty spread out below me, taking my dick,” he praises, and my hands fist the sheets as I stave off my release.
I ignore the scalding pleasure sliding down my spine as he repeatedly hits that spot inside me that has me crying out for more.
“Harder,” I beg. “I can take it. Please, Noah, fuck me harder. I want to feel all of you. I want to know if what I dreamed of was real.”
His nostrils flare, and he grabs my throat, cutting off my words, but then he hammers into my ass. I thrash below him, desire stealing my ability to think, and then it explodes through me. I bellow his name, coming all over my chest, but he doesn’t stop, driving into my ass until I whimper.
It seems to send him over the edge, and he grunts as he slams inside me and comes. Falling forward, he kisses my eyelids, nose, and lips, brushing my sweaty hair away as I struggle to breathe.
“Good boy, you did so well,” he praises breathlessly as he pulls from my clinging body.
Forcing my eyes open, I watch him remove the condom with practiced ease and tie it before tossing it toward the bin.
I relax back, waiting for him to hold me, but he reaches for another condom, and my eyes widen as he slides it on and settles between my thighs, forcing his length into my ass once more.
“Noah.” I curl my hands into his chest.
“I told you, I have years to make up for. You aren’t leaving my bed yet, baby.” He rolls us so I’m on top, his cock hardening inside me as he works my hips. “Show me how much you crave me, baby.”
I press my hands to his chest and start to move, and as my desire builds again, I can’t hold back.
I ride him like I was born to, our eyes locked together as I take him until I once more fall over the edge, calling out his name.
I pull myself from his cock and flop back, but he reaches for me.
My eyes snap open, and his intention is clear, so I turn over and grip the bedding.
I try to crawl away from his greedy hands, but he drags me back and slams into me, making me cry out.
He’s brutal and feral.
Years of pent-up desire drive us both.
“Noah!” I scream, reaching back and grabbing the nape of his neck as I hold on. He takes me hard and fast until we both come again. Even as I slump forward and he pulls from my aching body, I know we aren’t done. It’s in the possessive way he lifts me and walks to the bathroom to clean up.
“No more,” I rasp, curling into his arms.
The grin he aims at me is pure evil, and I shudder from it. “You get a small break, baby. That’s all.”
He might actually kill me, but the thought excites me.