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"I'm tired of talking."

"Then, I'll let you go. I'm glad you found someone who makes you happy."

"Bye, Mom."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

I always forgot to say it first, that I loved her. What would I be like if I fell in love with Noah? Would I remember to tell him first sometimes? I hadn't with Ricky. But then I'd never felt the close connection between us as I did with Noah. He made me feel more than happy. I felt appreciated and cherished like I was worthy of love. Aside from my mom, I'd never felt that way before.

I decided to drive home and work there. I'd brought my latest files with me in case I chose to be home with my animals. After I took Bentley out, I fed everyone and spent some time talking with the parrots and giving their heads lots of strokes. Patricia, specifically, liked it when I petted her feathers. They both made me smile. Their chatter was random and spontaneous. Philip liked to curse a blue streak. Whoever his last guardian was, they'd had a mouth on them.

Of course, my evening at the pub held many memorable moments. Conversation with Noah flowed easily for me. I hated leaving him but I had more work to do.

Many hours later with my files and my laptop on my bed, I picked up my phone. It wasn't like me to initiate a texting conversation, but the urge grew in me.

I only had one thing I wanted to say.

Me: Goodnight, Noah.

I lay down on my pillow, holding the phone near my face, waiting for a response.

It felt like I had taken another step forward.

Chapter Eleven | Noah

I stared at my phone, grinning like an idiot. I hadn't expected Brody to text me first. We'd exchanged phone numbers days ago, but I wasn't sure how Brody felt about texting. It was something I'd wanted to ask him about. Now, I had my answer.

I'd follow suit and keep it simple.

Brody: Goodnight, Noah.

Me: Sweet dreams, handsome.

Too much? I knew it made Brody blush when I used endearments on him. Maybe he was blushing in bed right now. It was late. Almost 2 am. He'd be in bed, wouldn't he? The thought of him lying in bed in any state of undress at all made my cock throb. I remembered the whimper he'd released as I was about to kiss him, his face cradled in my hand—so close to me.

The whisper of his breath in my hair as he'd practically begged me to give him some affection, his breathing heavy, his words so gentle and filled with desire.

I reached beneath the waistband of my boxer shorts and took my fierce erection in hand. I closed my eyes, reliving the taste of Brody's mouth. The feel of his soft tongue dancing across mine, seeking but tentative. The humming sounds coming from his throat.

I capped the slit of my cock, collected some precum, and used it to reduce the friction on my shaft. I hadn't been able to see his eyes, but if I had, they'd be watching me. I would love to have those eyes looking up at me—my cock in his mouth. Then he'd grabbed me and pulled me to him.

He'd been hard against my thigh. If we'd been alone on that mountain top, who knows what would have happened. I imagined bending over a rock for him, offering my hole.

I pumped faster. I wasn't sure if he'd eat me out or not. I imagined his tongue deep inside me, working me open. Then his cock. The thick ridge of his cockhead would push past my rim.

Faster. My hips bucking.

Brody's cock dragging in and out of me.

I clamped my teeth tight, almost grinding them as I shot my load, coating my hand and a corner of sheets in my release. I was panting hard as I imagined him kissing me after he climaxed.

Then curling me up in his arms, humming against the back of my neck.

Goddamned bliss is what it would be.

I looked at the messages we had sent each other. I wanted to say more but I was thrilled to have exchanged as much as we had. There was so much mystery surrounding the man.

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