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 beforeanother 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 onbeing 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.
