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)
“Oh my God,” he utters in a low voice.
“Going to come,” I tell him. “Come for me. Now.”
I start thrusting into him in firm, hard strokes and I squeeze around his dick at the same time, and his body starts to shake for me.
And my orgasm hits like a fucking tidal wave.
I knew I was close but when Noah lets out a rough groan and I feel his cock pulse, and the hot streaks of his cum start to hit my hand, I’m done for.
His ass grips my cock like a vise and I lose it inside him, too, filling the condom over and over again, each wave cresting to hit harder than the last. Finally, it crashes around me and I’m dropped into a blissful, clear ocean of sensation.
Pure clarity, and complete surrender.
My hand travels upward from his cock until it’s sliding up the front of his body, from his abs to his chest and then his collarbone.
All I want to do is feel him, like my hands are trying to confirm the fact that a real, live person actually just made me come that hard.
Just another urge that I’ve never had for another person before… certainly not right after I came.
Normally I’d be ready to grab my stuff and dip.
You provoke me.
Fuck with me.
Push every button I have.
My cock slides out of him.
As he stands up, I turn his body so he’s facing me again.
When I lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips, I brace for a fight. It’s just habit, and I don’t even know why.
And this kiss feels even more forbidden than anything else we just did.
Each cell in my body has that magnetic pull toward him.
Even now.
When I pull away I can’t look him in the eye. I look down toward Red Row, where the rain has stopped. A pair of birds are fluttering through the rose garden and the trees beneath a lamp post, perching on branch after branch in the cool, humid air.
My chest aches.
The fuck is happening to me?
I’m silent for too long. Noah is probably waiting for me to say something, but I can’t form words.
“Need to clean off,” he eventually says.
“Yeah.”
It’s the only thing I can muster right now.
Inside, I’m screaming.
If I look at Noah, I know I’ll feel something again.
“Well. All right, then,” he says.
I look down at my hand and there are still white streaks there.
I watch his naked figure walk in through the balcony doors.
Come on.
Motion.
Get up and do what you always do.
But for the first time, I don’t feel like I’m plotting an escape. I’m more drawn to him now than ever, like he’s a slow current, pulling me closer toward him at every moment.
I can’t stop wanting more of him.
And it feels like a mortal mistake that I know I can’t control.
Right before I head inside, I glance down toward a pair of headlights on the street.
The car is moving slowly.
Too slowly.
I back up on the balcony, far enough that no one would be able to see me unless they were trying.
As the car pulls up further on the wet street, something in my chest sinks.
It’s a black SUV.
Maybe even the same one I saw on the night Noah almost got taken.
The vehicle is creeping by at only a mile an hour, and one of the rear windows slides down as it passes by Onyx House. The lens of a camera comes out through the crack in the window, pointed at the front of the house.
And then the camera points up toward me on the balcony.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
After taking a photo, the SUV suddenly whips around in a fast U-turn, then speeds off back down Red Row, disappearing in the night.
I’ll kill them, I think, like a mantra in my mind.
“You okay?” Noah says, and when he peeks out onto the balcony again, my heart drops.
I can't see you get hurt.
Not from them.
Not from me.
And I have to protect you from all of it.
17
Noah
Torin doesn’t want you.
Not in any real sense.
He likes sex.
He likes messing with my mind.
That’s all he was accomplishing by fucking me like that. It has to be.
After walking inside from the balcony, I feel like I’m on another planet. I clean myself off, put on comfortable pants, and sit down on the edge of my mattress.
My ass hurts like a bitch, but there’s something I like about the ghost of the pain.
Like it reminds me that Torin was there.
My skin tingles.
A minute after I ask if he’s okay, he finally walks in from the balcony.
And as I expected, his expression has shifted. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost say he looks concerned, but I know Torin. He’s likely just thinking of the quickest way to make his exit, the best excuse to tell me why he has to leave.