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“We’ll make sure she doesn’t.” Noah gives my hand a squeeze as my air gets lodged in my chest. While the big guy has done some pretty sweet things for me, this is the one that tips my world off its axis. Being boyfriends, moving in, those things are stages in a relationship that may or may not last. Committing to take care of the only mother I’ve ever known… That’s permanent.
“Hey.” Luca suddenly perks up. “You’re out in public and walking just fine. That means you’re coming back to the team, right?”
I try not to tense—it’s not like I didn’t know this was coming—but I’m even less thrilled about Noah traveling with Luca than I realized. Apparently, having a boyfriend makes me possessive.
Noah rubs his thumb over the back of my hand, sensing my distress, I think. “I’ll start practice Monday, but it’ll still probably be a few weeks before I’m in a game, just to be safe.”
“Gauthier’s killing it and all,” Niko starts, “but it’ll be nice to have you back. His reflexes are a hair too slow for my liking.”
“Slower than mine maybe, but not slow. He’s a big part of the reason we aren’t too far out of first in the conference,” Noah points out.
“Agreed.” Niko nods vigorously. “I just feel a little more at ease with you.”
The guys dissolve into a conversation about cold stuff while I sip my drink and marvel over the fact that I just shared what I did. It’s not that I was ashamed of what happened, lots of kids have shit parents that make their lives miserable. It was more about not wanting to put myself in a vulnerable position again by trusting people who could eventually hurt me. And rather than be offended I didn’t open up, the people at this table accepted it without question.
I didn’t expect that.
Given the way they acted when Niko and Xander came out to them, and even Noah, I probably should’ve realized they’d accept me too. But I’m not on their team, and I kept Xander at arm’s length for years. I didn’t give any of them much reason to be so tolerant of me. Hell, I probably baited them to push me away instead, but they're still here.
***
By the time we get home it’s nearly midnight, and we’re both exhausted. That doesn’t stop Noah from pinning me against the door the second we get inside.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you when you look this sexy?” He licks up my neck, over my jaw, and takes my mouth in a searing, possessive kiss.
I bite my lip suggestively when he pulls back to look at me. “The un-tied tie and open collar really do it for you, huh?”
“You have no idea.” He nuzzles my chest, just above the open shirt.
“Oh, I think I do. Just remember, you’re the one who made the PDA rules, not me. I’d have happily played with your cock under the table.” I reach for it now, palming the hard bulge over his pants.
“I’m a patient man. I don’t mind waiting for the things I really want.”
“And what is it you really want?” I flex my fingers around him, enjoying the way he fills my hand. Nice and long and thick.
“You... In my mouth.” He nibbles along my jaw as he works my pants open, dropping to his knees when he has them parted just enough to pull my boxers off my dick, but not so much that they fall from my hips. When I start to take off my shirt—being naked while he’s clothed seems to be my new favorite kink—he reaches up to stop me. “Leave it on. I like seeing you so polished and so dirty at the same time.”
When he puts it that way…
Keeping my hands trapped in his, Noah leans forward and places a feather-light kiss on my tip as his eyes flutter closed. He repeats the gesture again and again, peppering my skin with tiny little waves of pleasure that fan over my length the way water ripples when it’s disturbed by a stone. This might be the first time anyone’s actually kissed my dick, and it’s more enticing than I could’ve imagined.
When he’s covered every inch with his soft lips, Noah parts his mouth and gives me his tongue, leisurely swirling it around my crown a few times before sucking gently on the head. Releasing our hands so he can hold me in his grip, mine find their way to his hair, undoing the tie that holds it back so I can thread my fingers through the silky strands. A soft sigh sends a wave of hot air over my damp skin, and we both shudder.
Using the flat of his tongue, Noah laps at my slit like he enjoys my taste, then takes me into his mouth. Closing his lips around my crown, he slurps me delicately, swiping his tongue over my sensitive flesh with each pull. Despite the fragile treatment, my thighs quake, pent up desire and adrenaline threatening to unleash within me and take control.
Though the gentle pace is completely foreign, it’s satisfying as hell, and my restraint starts to wane. I flex my fingers against Noah’s scalp, guiding him over me as I push forward. Slow and steady, the wet slide of his tongue lavishes every inch of my length. The gentle glide of his mouth is both teasing and tender, like he enjoys taking me as much as I enjoy him doing it. That’s… Hot seems too common a word to describe it. More like mesmerizing.
As he takes me to the back of his throat, Noah’s hooded eyes lock with mine. He watches my chest rise with each breath, and my lips part on a soft moan. With strong hands, he guides my pants off my hips and runs his fingertips up and down my thighs. My balls ache as he palms them, a lone finger applying the slightest amount of pressure to my hole. I flatten myself against the wall to keep upright as a torrent of sensations bombards me. The tenuous grasp on my self-discipline is ready to snap.
My cock glistens with Noah’s saliva as he unhurriedly bobs his head over my length, a satisfied groan rumbling around it as he pushes deeper. Watching it sink gradually into his mouth, it occurs to me, I’ve never had such a gentle blow job. Never had a gentle encounter period until the big guy, but getting sucked off all sweet-like… Even guys who love sucking cock tend to rush, slurping and slobbering all over the place. Don’t get me wrong, a messy, wet blow job is an excellent way to get my dick hard, but to get hard while making me feel like I’m important… Treasured even. That’s some lovey-dovey…
Holy shit!
Is that what this is? Does Noah love me? I know he likes me—he’s said that much—but does he love me? Do I love him?
The man did just publicly claim me, and hint that he’d take care of Rose, and when I think of the coming weeks, months, years… For the first time in my life, I don’t like the thought of spending that time alone. I want him to be there. And since the L word doesn’t appear to be giving me hives…wow! Shit!
I think I love him.
