Page 83 of Deadly Secrets

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Out of nowhere, Zayn leaned in and kissed me. It took barely a couple of seconds for my brain to register what he had done, but the moment I opened my mouth and felt his tongue touch mine, I forgot we had an audience and kissed him back. I wanted to touch his arms, his shoulders, but I couldn’t. Noah held me down, pinning my hands on each side of my face.

“Zayn, stop…Noah…we can’t,” I said, turning my face and pulling away from the kiss. I suddenly panicked at the thought of Noah’s potential anger toward us.

He glanced at me and then directed his gaze to Noah, who was kneeling on the bed just behind my head.

“I don’t think he minds. In fact, I think watching us turns him on,” Zayn stated.

“What?” I exclaimed.

“What the fuck, man! That was between you and me. You promised.”

I wiggled my way out from between them until I stood at the foot of the bed.

“Care to explain?”

Zayn looked at Noah, then back at me and exhaled.

Noah looked resigned.

“Do you remember when Noah caught us downstairs in the kitchen, you know…fucking? Let’s say he was there, hiding in the shadows, watching us the whole time.”

“What do you mean by the whole time?” I blinked rapidly, attempting to process what Zayn had just confessed.

“I didn’t intend to watch the entire thing,” Noah chimed in. “Don’t get me wrong; I was pissed. But it turned out that watching you two also turned me on. So there you have it. Now you know. Happy?” Noah directed his response to Zayn.

Zayn rose from the bed and came closer to me. When he stood in front of me, he cupped my face with both hands.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you for the past four days, and I don’t think I can spend one more second on that bed with you if I don’t claim your lips. I don’t fucking care if Noah wants to watch.”

The kiss was so powerful that I thought it would consume me. A moan left my mouth as Zayn moved one of his hands to grip my hair, tilting my head backward. The position gave him better access to my neck, so he started kissing, biting, and licking that sweet spot below my ear. I gripped his T-shirt with such force that my knuckles turned white. “I think someone doesn’t want to watch anymore.”

I opened my eyes, which I hadn’t realized I had closed at some point, and attempted to push myself away from Zayn. However, he spun me around so that my back was against his chest. I worried that we had crossed a line that could jeopardize the friendship I had forged with Noah, but, to my surprise, Noah stood before me. His eyes had darkened, and his face bore an expression that seemed to oscillate between desire and anguish.

“Hold her hands.”

Zayn complied with Noah’s order and held my hands behind my back.

“What are you doing?” I clenched my legs with anticipation. I didn’t have to check to know that my underwear was probably soaked.

“The question is, what do you want me to do?” Noah teased.

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish twice because I was embarrassed to say out loud the things that came to mind.

“Do you want me to leave so you can have fun with him, or do you want me to stay too?” Noah insisted.

“I…I…”

Zayn dropped his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Remember what you told me the other day? It doesn’t have to be a fantasy. Just say the word.”

“Please,” I begged.

“Please, what, Sienna?” Noah continued, “Use your words and tell us what you want.”

I pushed my body backward until I felt Zayn’s hard cock pressed against my ass.

“Please, stay. I want you both.”

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