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)
I push up against him, caught in a web of pure need.
I grasp at his towel.
“Too much fabric,” I tell him before brushing my lips across the top of his cheekbone. “And I’m wearing too many clothes.”
“We can fix that.”
He drops the towel, letting it hit the ground. I pull off my clothes just as quickly, and soon we’re naked together again, and the deep, pulsing urge that I’ve had building in me all week is finally getting a chance at satisfaction.
I spin him around in my arms until he’s facing toward the paned windows that look out onto his balcony.
I let my cock press against the cleft of his ass from behind.
My dick slips between his cheeks just a little, not against his hole but close enough that I’m instantly thinking about it.
I want to push my cock inside him and fuck him until he admits he’s mine.
Not rational.
Not even a little.
I’m not able to suppress a groan as I feel that slight bit of contact, and when he pushes his hips backward, pressing his ass against my dick, I’m rabid for him.
“Holy fuck, Noah,” I say under my breath, taking away my contact in an instant and shoving open the balcony door, letting the air inside.
His cock is standing at attention, leaking precum as he stares at me. My gaze rakes over his thighs, his hips, his perfect fucking neck.
He looks down at my cock with that raw need on his face and it makes me throb.
“Just do it,” he whispers.
His eyes look hungry.
More.
Give me more of that.
“Use your words,” I tell him.
“I need you,” he says. “I want you to fuck me. Quit acting like you don’t know that. You just wanted me to admit it, didn’t you?”
Like the final puzzle piece, snapping into place.
I squeeze the base of my dick and pause for a moment, letting his confession hang in the air.
And then my own truth tumbles out of me.
Confession after confession, laid out bare.
“Yes. I did want you to admit it,” I tell him in a low tone. “I really, really did. And while I was gone this week, I thought about fucking you every single day.”
He sinks his teeth into my lower lip and bites hard.
In return I move my hands down to his wrists, clutching them both behind him and immobilizing them.
I use my body to push him in the direction I want him to go, keeping my mouth on his as I move.
He stumbles backward but I keep him upright.
My cock ruts up against his hip as I walk him toward the balcony doors.
Skin on skin.
This is how I need you every fucking day.
His tongue slides along mine as I push him up against the doorframe. I feel behind him, pushing out on the door and swinging it open the rest of the way.
The scent of wet pine rushes in, carried in the misty air.
The air isn’t cold at all, just lightly cool, and I step him out onto the balcony, our feet hitting the stone below.
“The fuck are you doing?” he says against my lips, then turns to look over the balcony.
I give his cock a squeeze.
It’s dark out here, but the garden below is illuminated with small lights.
Each balcony in Onyx House is covered by an awning overhead, and the thin, iron pillars on the edge of the balconies are absolutely covered in inches of green vines and tendrils of ivy curling all around the railing.
We’re surrounded by green and black, protected from the overcast sky, and the rain isn’t hitting us under the awning.
I look out onto the street and the trees along Red Row down below.
“Up against the railing,” I tell him.
He quickly glances over the edge. “You’re going to fucking kill me by throwing me off my balcony?”
I lean over and take his earlobe between my teeth, sucking on it until he moans for me.
I let it go and whisper low in his ear.
“I’m going to give you every inch of my cock and fuck you over the railing, babe. And if anyone on Red Row walks by and sees us, you’ll have to admit the truth to them, too.”
I bring a hand to his ass and slide my fingers between his cheeks, dragging my fingertips over his hole.
His eyes widen.
“That you’re fucking insane?”
“That you’re mine to fuck. Mine to taste. Mine to protect, because I need you,” I murmur. “Stepbrother things, right?”
“Shut your mouth,” he exhales, but I watch his hands hit the railing for me.
15
Noah
As I bring my fingers to grip the cool iron railing I realize my hands are shaking.
Because this is exactly what I’ve been hiding from, since the moment Torin stepped foot in Onyx House.
My obsession with him.
I said it.
I admitted it.
The way I launch into the fucking stratosphere every time he touches me—fuck, every time he even looks at me, making me feel woozy and practically drugged.