Noah winces. “I forgot about your rule and your precious Lamborghini, but come on, this way you don’t have to deal with the media. I thought it’d be easier. If he crashes it, I’ll give you my Beemer.” Noah laughs when my eyes widen. “Babe, seriously. It’ll be fine.” We both pause at the slip of his tongue, but he recovers faster than I do. “Don’t worry, I call all my hookups babe. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Oh. “Is that because you don’t remember their names?”
“Not at all, Mike.”
“Funny.”
“And no, it’s nothing like that. I guess babe is my go-to nickname when I’m with someone.”
“Don’t I feel special.”
Noah puts his coffee back down before rolling over and covering me with his hard body. “You are special. I don’t let just anyone fuck me.” His head dips, and he takes my nipple in his mouth. I don’t know whether to be pissed off or turned on. He knows that’s my Achilles heel.
“So, I’m the only guy you refuse to top?”
I’ve asked him. A few times now. He keeps saying he’s fine with bottoming.
“I like what we’ve been doing.” Noah works his way back up and kisses my cheek and then my jaw, and I have to agree, I more than like what we’ve been doing. Maybe I shouldn’t complain. Noah’s skirting the edge of welcoming intimacy and pushing me away. I’m wondering if it’s his way of protecting himself.
When Noah takes my cup and sets it aside, I settle in for whatever he plans to do to me.
Noah moves down my body and tongues my abs. “Mmm, you’re all sweaty.”
“I can shower.” I try to move but he pins me down.
“Don’t. I like the way you taste.”
I groan and lift my hips, trying to get him to go more south, but before we can get to the good part, the doorbell rings.
We both slink in disappointment.
“Did you lock the front door when you came in?” Noah asks.
“Umm, no. You told me I didn’t have to, and I told you that you were crazy because you live in New York.”
“So, you listened to me anyway?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“If it’s Maddox and Damon, they’ll—”
“Yo, Noah!” Damon yells from inside the house.
“Do that.”
“All good. I’m gonna jump in the shower,” I say.
“Don’t jerk off. I want a goodbye fuck.”
“We’ll see each other in two weeks for that benefit thing.”
“And how do you think that’ll go after coming countless times the last few days to nothing for two weeks?”
I purse my lips. “Good point.”
“Hello?” Maddox calls out this time.
“I better go before they figure out we’re up here messing around.” With a quick kiss, Noah makes his way outta the room, and I collapse back on the bed. Guess I’ll go for that shower. A really cold one.
The shower does its job in deflating my erection, but it doesn’t dim the need I have for more of Noah.
By the time I drag myself from the bathroom, I have to sneak into my room and hope Maddox and Damon don’t see me wrapped in a towel going between floors.
When I come downstairs, Maddox and Damon are making out on Noah’s couch with Noah nowhere to be seen. What are they, fucking teenagers? Not that I could say Noah and I wouldn’t be doing the same thing had they not turned up.
“Uh … hi?” I say, and my voice goes unnaturally high-pitched. “What, a week away together and you still can’t get enough of each other?”
Damon and Maddox jump apart. They’re both a burnt brownish-red color.
“Did you guys wear sunscreen at all while you were away?” I ask.
Maddox frowns.
“Where’s Noah?” I ask.
Maddox seems even more perplexed by that question, but I ignore him.
“Kitchen,” Damon says.
“Got me a contract yet?”
Damon cocks his head. “Really, man? I’ve been on vacation. Give me a week to get back into things.”
“Fine.” I make my way into the kitchen where Noah’s making the crappy coffee in his Keurig. He loves the stuff; I’d rather walk to the coffee shop up the street for the real coffee.
“I’m guessing you don’t want one?” he asks.
“No thanks. Need any help?”
“You can go talk to Damon if you need to get business out of the way.”
“Nah, they’re making out on the couch. No one needs to see that, so I’ll pretend I’m helping out in here.” I pull myself up on the spare part of the kitchen counter.
“We eat off that thing, you know,” Noah says.
I raise my eyebrow, because we both know we didn’t eat food on here yesterday when he was bent over it and I was fucking him. Apparently, Noah unpacking Chinese food is sexy. That, and I wanted to shut him up about how boring my brown rice and steamed chicken looked.
“Don’t look at me like that or there might be a repeat,” Noah says. “I don’t care who’s in the living room.”