Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Part Two
Promises Broken
14
Torin
Even as Noah pushes the door open and we walk inside Onyx House, I don’t bother checking if the coast is clear in the entryway, keeping one hand at the small of his back.
“Upstairs,” I tell him. “Shower.”
“Too impatient for that.”
I lean in to kiss the back of his neck. “You have to clean that soil off your hands before I let you touch my cock. You shower off, I’ll watch.”
He hums, turning and giving me a dazed look.
As we’re walking up the stairs, I push my hand up the bottom opening of his shorts, between his legs from behind. I feel the downy soft hair there, and I let my hand roam just close enough to his ass that I know he’s squirming.
We reach the top of the landing.
“Oh!” Noah exclaims as he almost runs right into Weston.
I pull my hand away.
From the way we were positioned, I don’t know if Weston saw anything.
“What’s up, guys?” Wes asks.
Not much.
Noah and I just screamed our lungs out at each other down the road, and now he desperately needs me to fuck it out of him.
“Just, uh, went for a run,” Noah says with a nod.
“You two going to come down for more poker?” Wes asks. I see that he’s carrying a little portable speaker, clearly ready to keep the action rolling downstairs.
“Fell onto the dirt while I was running,” Noah says, showing Wes his dirty hands. “I’ve got to shower.”
“I’m cooked after this week. Staying upstairs,” I tell him.
“All good.”
Weston starts to walk off and head down the stairs, and I follow Noah down toward the first bathroom.
Just as we’re about to dip inside, Wes comes back down the hallway.
He doesn’t seem to question why we were about to walk into the bathroom together.
He just smiles serenely at us, and I can tell he’s a bit toasted from having beers tonight. He claps Noah on the shoulder, sighing.
“It makes me so fucking happy to see you two being civil to each other. This is what Onyx Society is all about, you know? Connections. And Bree is even hanging out here again… I’m just happy for you, Noah.”
“Thanks, Wes.”
“Always a place for you two at the poker table. Always. God, do you guys know how awesome you are? I can hang out up here for a while, if you want.”
“I really just need to take a shower,” Noah says.
He’s blushing so hard.
“You heard the man, Torin,” Wes says, giving me a playful shove. “Let him shower. Give your stepbro some space.”
He’s laughing and being playful, but I still get the sense that he’s not going anywhere unless I move.
I give them a little salute and head to my bedroom. I hear the sound of Noah turning on the shower, but Weston stays just outside the cracked door, chatting with Noah about society events he wants to plan.
Finally, mercifully, Weston walks off downstairs five minutes later.
I peek out into the hall to see Noah walking out of the bathroom with a towel slung around his waist.
And I’m too impatient.
I cross the hall fast and close my mouth over his.
Do I give a fuck that we’re in the middle of the upstairs hall? Nope.
He leans up against the wall as he opens for me again, more hesitantly now that we’re in the house. I can feel his cock hardening through the material of the towel.
“Can’t do this here,” he says against my lips as I trail my fingers up his bare chest.
“You don’t seem to mind.”
I drag my tongue over his lower lip and he lets out that perfect, irresistible low moan into my mouth.
I grab his hand and pull him toward his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.
I’m tempted to shove him down onto the mattress and take him like this.
When I’m this close to Noah, it’s strange to still have the instinct that I might get elbowed back and shoved away fast. I never know if he’s going to lunge at me and hurt me or melt against my body in need, and I like that.
“Almost got myself off in the shower,” he says, giving me a cocky glance.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” I tell him. “You need to save it for me.”
“Is that right?”
I grip his waist and lean in to bury my face in his hair, surrounded by the scent of his shampoo and the natural smell of his skin.
God, why does it feel so good?
I’m completely surrounded by him.
His bedroom, his hair, his presence.
Last time this happened, my heart skittered like a scared animal, and I ran away.
This…
This feels different.
The low pattering of the rain is tapping against the windows, and it picks up quickly, turning into a full-blown rain. The rest of Onyx House is downstairs, and it feels like Noah and I are here completely alone, in some rainy treehouse together.