“When it comes to you? I’ll always cheat,” he replies softly before he guides my head back and presses his mouth to mine.
His hand glides down my chest, pushing my boxers off before lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist as I lose myself in his taste, his tongue tangling with mine as he backs us up until I hit the wall of the pool.
“Noah,” I murmur as I break away, and his hand wraps around my length, stroking me until my head falls forward to his shoulder.
“Yes, baby?” he growls, winding me up.
“Please.”
“Please what?” he taunts.
Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes and meet his smug gaze. “Fuck me.”
Before the last syllable is out of my mouth, I’m spun around, my chest hitting the edge as he slams my hands down to hold on. Noah kicks my legs apart, lines up with my ass, and pushes inside me.
The sting quickly fades. I’m sore, but the water helps, and I wouldn’t stop him even if he wanted me to. I want this just as badly as he does.
He bites my neck until I lose myself in his slow, rolling rhythm, pushing back to take him deeper.
“Good boy,” he praises in my ear. “Good boys get rewards. I’ll make you come hard, baby, and then I’ll let you rest.”
My head hangs forward as I push back, his words doing something to me, and I’m just as wild as he is. He slams into me so hard, my eyes roll back, the water splashing around us as he pulls out and plunges back in.
“Fuck. I can’t take more,” I whine.
“You can, baby,” he rasps, driving into me. “You have to. I’ve got years of pent-up desire to get out, so you’re going to have to take it.”
“That’s your fucking fault!” I snap as I lean back and take him deeper.
“I’m going to fuck you in every place I ever imagined. Every time I look at you and want you, I’m going to have you, so prepare yourself, baby,” he warns.
“Then I guess we are fucking everywhere,” I retort, and his hand wraps around my throat and drags me back until I look up at him.
“You’re right,” he promises before he kisses me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I can’t do anything but cling to the pool’s edge as he fucks me so hard and fast, water splashes everywhere. His mouth whispers dirty praise in my ear as he claims me, and when it’s too much, I come, crying his name.
I feel his cock swell inside me before his cum fills me. “Fuck, baby,” he barks, biting my neck while his hips twitch. Catching me as I slump, he pulls from my body and carries me to the stairs and up and out of the pool, not bothering to collect my boxers as he takes me back inside.
My eyes are already shutting by the time we make it to the bathroom. “I’m so happy.” I don’t know if the tired slur leaves my lips or not, but I hope it does.
I hope he knows that there is nowhere else I’d rather be.
THIRTY-ONE
This will be so awkward, but I’m going because of Mackie. Conan wants to meet. He’s right. We need to talk this out and discuss rules so we all feel comfortable—well, as comfortable as we can be. This is awkward for all of us, but not talking will make it worse. We both want and care for Mackie, and we are willing to share him rather than lose him, so we need to figure out a way to deal with each other.
The smile Conan aims at Mackie as we enter makes my teeth grind in jealousy. It’s an expression of familiarity and care, and when Mackie goes to pull away, dropping my hand to reach for Conan, I yank him back. Mackie’s eyes widen as they swing to mine in worry, and Conan’s smile fades slightly. I know I’m glaring. I’m not making this easy, and the look in Mackie’s eyes destroys me. Forcing out a breath, I release his hand and step back. He watches me for a moment before moving to Conan, who pulls him into a hug, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. He looks worried, but in those eyes is something else.
When he pulls back, he holds out a chair for Mackie. It’s at the head of the small table, which is thoughtful because this way he sits between us. Conan could have asked Mackie to sit by his side, but hedidn’t, and when I stomp over, drop into the other chair, and take Mackie’s hand, he simply smiles and leans back.
He’s acting reasonable as hell, which makes me look like a jealous ass.
Great.
Clutching Mackie’s hand like a lifeline, I try to stop the thoughts racing across my face, even as I size Conan up. He’s still pretty. He has an old Hollywood look, with perfect sweeping hair, tan skin, and bright eyes. He looks like an 80’s movie star and couldn’t be more different from me.
That makes me wonder how Mackie can want both of us, but I don’t ask, knowing that’s just a jealous inner voice.
