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He didn’t say a word because words weren’t needed. This man had just fulfilled me in a way I’d been wanting for years, and he wasn’t forcing me to let go of Noah to do so.
I was…happy. Happier than I’d ever been in my life.
And for once, I was taken care of.
CHAPTER 10
Noah
I was exhausted—plain and simple. And I needed cuddles.
Being with Thomas today had been…amazing. There was no other word for it. He’d taken such good care of me all while giving me what I needed.
I couldn’t stop daydreaming about it. About how he’d cuddled me after. How he’d felt inside of me…
“How’s your chest, baby?” Danny asked as he settled on the bed beside me.
I immediately curled against his side. He slid his hand around my knees and tugged me more onto his lap before he settled back against our mountain of pillows. I Love Lucy, my comfort show, was playing on the TV. Danny always did this when I’d had an overwhelming day.
And while today had been mostly magical, it had definitely been overwhelming. It honestly didn’t take much for something to be a lot for me, even really good, magical things. I was easily stressed, which triggered my anxiety. And then I was left spiraling more often than not.
“It’s fine. A little tender, but it doesn’t burn anymore.” Thomas had taken really good care of me. I burrowed my face against his bare chest, breathing in his scent. “I’m sorry I was such a mess today.”
Danny ran his hand over my hair and pressed a kiss to the crown of my head. “You weren’t a mess, Noah,” he rumbled. He tightened his hold on me. “You were tired but not a mess.” He pressed his lips to mine in a soft, sweet kiss that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Besides, it sounded like Thomas took very good care of you.” He waggled his brows at me, a teasing smile on his lips.
I flushed, my body tingling all over at the memory of that man touching me. Fucking me. Kissing me. Cuddling me. Taking care of me.
God…
“I heard you and Theo, too,” I mumbled, hiding my face in the curve of his neck.
Danny sighed. “That man…”
Yeah. I got it. He didn’t even have to finish that sentence.
A light knock sounded on the apartment door just as we got sucked back into I Love Lucy, and I lifted my head from Danny’s shoulder. He grunted, a frown pulling at his lips. “Probably someone knocking on the wrong door,” he muttered as he gently set me aside. “Stay right there, babe.”
I had no problem heeding that order. I didn’t want to move from this comfy bed.
I watched as Danny walked out of the room, the muscles of his bare back moving with every step he took. I wistfully sighed. How did I get so lucky to have three men who loved and cared about me, two of whom were almost obsessed with me?
I had no idea, but I’d never take it for granted. I loved Danny so deeply, the thought of losing him physically hurt. Like what I imagined a knife in my chest would feel like. And I was falling just as deep into Thomas. And then the way Theo cared for me, too…the worry I’d seen in his eyes and the comforting, gentle way he’d touched me when I had burned myself…
He was one hundred percent more suited to Danny’s needs, but I could also see he cared about me just as much as he did Danny.
“Oh, hey,” I heard Danny say, surprise coating his words.
“We brought food. Thought we could stay for a little while,” I heard Theo say. My heart lurched into my throat. We? Did that mean Thomas was with him? “If that’s okay.”
“Of course,” Danny quickly rushed out. “Come in. We were just vegging out in bed, but?—”
“We’ll join you in bed then, if that’s okay. You two need to eat, and we know your eating habits aren’t all that great,” Thomas teased. I hid a giggle behind my hands. He really did know us so well.
Danny came back into the room, followed immediately by Theo and Thomas. I sat up a little more, suddenly nervous for them to see me in my shark onesie. I’d changed into it immediately after coming home from work. It was comforting to be wrapped up in one of these outfits after a stressful day.
I reached up and fingered the hood, wondering if I should pull it up, before forcing my hands to drop. I wouldn’t hide, no matter how much I wanted to.
“God, baby boy, you are so fucking adorable,” Thomas breathed the moment he laid his eyes on me. He crossed the room in a few long strides and leaned over the mattress, cupping my cheek with one hand. I sighed when he pressed his lips to mine, taking a long moment to slowly kiss me, awakening every part of my body, making me hyper-aware of him—how he smelled and how close he was to me. When he pulled back, I was panting, and my prick was tenting my onesie. “You hungry, boy?”
