Yeah?
Don’t let anyone see you leave your place.
At eight o’clock, I’m parked a block away from Noah’s house like some kind of criminal. I check the empty street three times before getting out of my truck. The neighborhood quiet. Most people are already inside for the night.
I walk to Noah’s house, keeping my head down, hands in my pockets. When I knock, the door opens immediately.
Noah pulls me inside, locks the door, and kisses me before I can say anything.
“Hi,” I say when we break apart.
“Hi.” He’s still in his work clothes, but his tie’s gone and his shirt’s undone at the collar. So fucking sexy. “Sorry for all the cloak and dagger shit.”
“Eh. It’s worth it.”
I follow him into the living room, and we sit on the couch. Not touching, just sitting together, almost like we’re on display in front of the rest of the organization, maintaining that professional distance Noah is so obsessed with.
“How was your day?” I ask.
“Exhausting. Yours?”
“Same. Coach called me out for missing a pass.”
“I saw that. You were staring at me.”
“I was not staring.”
“You absolutely were.” He sighs and leans back. “It’s dangerous.”
“Everything about this is dangerous.”
“I know.” He reaches for my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. “But I missed you.”
I swallow hard, my dick already straining against my pants. “Yeah. I missed you too.”
“I asked you over here tonight because I needed to see you. But there’s something I have to tell you. Alex came to my office yesterday,” Noah says.
“What did he want?”
“He’s staying in Oakland, working on his story about you.” Noah’s jaw tightens. “He’s watching, asking questions. I don’t know how much he suspects or what he thinks he’s looking for, but he’s not leaving anytime soon.”
“So what do we do?”
“We need to make sure we don’t give him anything to dig into.” Noah stares at me, his dark eyes serious. “That means no staring during practice. No hanging around after team meetings. No texting unless it’s about work.”
“Sounds fucking miserable.”
“I know but it’s necessary.”
I push back my hair and lean back. “I know. Doesn’t make it less miserable.”
Noah doesn’t respond. Instead, he moves toward me and brings a hand to the back of my neck, kneading his fingers. And fuck, when he grabs a fistful of my hair, my cock jerks, aching to be released from the confines of my pants.
He presses his lips against mine, attacking me with the kind of desperation I’ve felt since getting his text earlier today. I snake my arm around him, palming his ass as he plunders my mouth. He grinds against me, his cock hard against me. He yanks open the button on my pants and with one hand, pushes them down so that my cock is exposed. When he grasps me, I think I might just come from the way his hand feels wrapped tight around me.
“My God,” I groan. “That feels so fucking good.”
I tug open his pants, tugging them over the globes of his ass. Then I wrap my hand around his dick as he pumps my cock with long, hard strokes.
