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A curse graces his lips, but it’s silent as my fingers tighten around his throat just enough to cut off his airway. I reach for my dick and squeeze at the base, my arousal intensifying. I ease off my hold on his throat, loving how his dick swells inside me even more when he gasps for breath.

“Fuck,” he croaks out, his eyes full of lust as he continues to fuck me with abandon.

“That’s it, so fucking close,” I say through my teeth and arch upwards. I swear he is touching me in places I have never felt before. How is that even possible?

“I know,” he says, his jaw clenching, I can see it reflected in his eyes how close he is, how it’s always been far beyond good between us, but this is on a whole other level entirely.

I squeeze his throat, cutting off his airway again. I need him to come, even with him fucking me. I need to watch him fall off the edge so I can follow.

“That’s it, Noah,” I growl. “Fucking fill me up. Give me everything you’ve got.”

His entire body coils like a live wire as he bottoms out, pressing into my prostate as he explodes, his body dripping with sweat. I can barely keep my orgasm at bay as I let go of his throat and grip his hip, digging my fingers into his flesh as I fuck my other hand, my dick curving, my balls drawing up tight, and then I come like a fucking fountain my cum hitting his abs, thick and hot. I swear I come harder than ever before.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says as he gasps for air.

He is still spilling into me, his cum leaking out of me as I pulse around him; my orgasm continues to pump out of me in thick waves.

Grabbing the back of his neck, I sit up, pulling his mouth to mine and kiss him with reverence. When we pull apart, his eyes are blown wide, his nostrils flaring as he watches me watching him.

No words are spoken. The only sound is our laboured breathing as he lowers his forehead against my shoulder, his dick still twitching inside me. I’m overly sensitive, but I fucking love the way he begins to soften before slipping free. The sound is wet and filthy. I let out a deep growl of appreciation.

I glance over to Jessica; her breathing is heavy. How she didn’t wake from us fucking is beyond me. Reaching over I stroke her cheek, and she moves towards my touch like a magnet.

Noah’s hands tremble as he pushes himself up and looks around, grabbing a discarded towel to wipe up our joint pleasure.

He gets off the bed and slips into the ensuite. I cover my face and lay back as I listen to the tap running before it’s cut off, followed by footsteps as he returns.

“Here.” He passes me a warm flannel. I sit up and wipe myself as he moves beside Jessica, gently cleaning her up. Apart from a slight shiver, she barely stirs. He pulls back the duvet covering her and slips in beside her, where she lets out a contented sigh.

“Let me go grab some more water.” As I stand, he grabs my wrist, tugging me towards him. I lean over Jessica for a kiss.

“I love you,” he says when he pulls back.

I nod. “Love you, too.”

When I return to our room after checking the alarm and grabbing a couple of water bottles, I pause at the threshold. Noah is already lying down on his side facing Jessica, his eyes closed, his breathing already evened out as he succumbs to sleep, and I can’t help but smile as I take a mental photograph.

I place a bottle on his bedside table and mine before joining them in our king-size bed.

Rolling onto my side, I pull Jessica into my body, her back flush with my chest. Noah moves closer and reaches over, his hand moving to my hip.

“Night,” he mumbles.

“G’night,” I reply and inhale Jessica’s sweet scent, now a mixture of me and Noah. Something tightens in my chest. I never thought I could love anyone, and then I met Noah, and now with Jessica between us, I know I’m falling for her, too.

ChapterThirty-Two

NOAH

I leave Caleb with Jessica and slip out of bed. I woke up about an hour ago and haven’t been able to get back to sleep. Watching Caleb spooning Jessica made my heart soar; it’s the side of him only I ever get to witness, and the fact he feels like this towards her reiterates how I feel, too—she’s ours.

Turning on the shower, I brush my teeth while I allow the water to heat up and look at my reflection, loving the marks Caleb’s fingers have left on my body from our fucking last night. Even with me on top, he still tops from the bottom, and I fucking love it.

Stepping under the hot spray of the jets, I let the water cascade over my body and close my eyes, resting my arm on the wall and allowing my body to relax as steam fills the shower.

My mind wanders as I think of trying to find out about Jessica’s brother and wondering what we’re going to do about her ex. She needs closure one way or another, and we need to find a way to help her with that. But now there’s this deep-seated need to make sure he’s no longer a threat.

The shower door opening alerts me to Caleb’s presence before his arms wrap around me from behind. He kisses my shoulder.

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