Page 95 of Saved By Two

I didn't want her to leave our embrace. I wanted it to linger, draw it out for as long as possible before her Uber arrived. Of course, Noah was a pillar of strength, forcing me to come to our gym and work out.

She texted on her way and then again when she arrived. And in that moment, I couldn't be more proud. She's a fucking warrior. I realise how easy it would have been for her to cave and allow me to dictate her decisions. And honestly, it’s fucking endearing watching her stand her ground. I never want to break that spirit I love so much about her.

Finishing my set, I grab a towel and wipe the sweat from my face before reaching for my water and drinking it down greedily.

I watch Noah as he slows his run down to a walk, his spine glistening from the exertion.

"Noah."

He looks over his shoulder as he turns off the running machine and steps off as I toss him a towel. I watch as he wipes it over his abs, the muscles contracting with the movement.

I sit forward on the bench, resting my elbows on my knees, the sound of the air con ticking loudly. The air is thick with the smell of salt and sweat from our combined workout.

"I told you I was falling for Jessica."

Slowly, he walks until his standing before me, and I look up.

"But the truth is I've fucking fallen." My voice wobbles. I love Noah. I would choose him above all else, except that now extends to Jessica, too, and I'm left feeling exposed and more vulnerable than I ever have.

"I know." I glance up, and he smirks. "I think I knew it before you did."

I shake my head and grab his wrist, pulling him down onto the bench beside me and angling my body towards his, our knees touching.

"It's okay." His calloused palm rests against my jaw. "I'm in love with her, too."

"I wanted to say it before we watched her walk away—before she got in that fucking Uber." I let out a humourless laugh. "There she is, brave enough to step out into the world on her own as she goes to get help for her trauma. Afuck youto the cunt who abused and tried to intimidate her when he stepped into our home. And I don't even have the courage to tell her I fucking love her. What kind of man does that make me?"

Noah's hand moves to the back of my neck so fast, the air rushes from my lungs. He tugs me towards his face, his breath warm against mine as he speaks. "Shut up. You're one of the bravest men I know, Caleb. Did you hear me declaring how fucking in love with her I am?" he asks, his eyebrows curving. "No, because deep down, we both knew it wasn't the right moment. Besides, I always want to be open with you. I never want to tarnish what we have by not being transparent. We're in this together or not at all." I could melt under the intensity of his gaze.

I close the distance. My lips brush against his as I claim his mouth. Our teeth clash as we kiss with abandon, and my entire body tightens as we fight for control. I bite down on his lower lip, and he groans as I lave it with my tongue, my hand moving to his shorts, needing to touch him, needing the skin-on-skin connection, and his hand fumbles with mine.

Like magnets, we move at the same time and stand as we free one another. I pull out of the kiss and spit into my palm before wrapping my thumb and index finger around the base of his shaft, and then I stroke up and down before closing the rest of my fingers around him in my fist.

He groans before spitting into his palm, reaching for me, and tugging me forward until our erections are pressed together. The sounds of us grunting as we climb higher—it’s pure, carnal need. There’s no edging, teasing or prologued gratification as we gyrate against one another, craving the ecstasy of our impending release. Everything evaporates around us as we get lost in the moment.

In seconds, our climax is building, and we both come hard and fast, our combined cum pumping in hot spurts over our hands and stomachs.

"Fuck," I hiss as his dick bows and pulses, and mine spasms until we're spent.

Breathing him in, I rest my forehead against his and close my eyes. Neither of us moves as we catch our breath.

My phone pings as we part, and Noah reaches for a towel so we can wipe ourselves up. Snatching up my phone, I read the text.

Jax: No movement from her ex. He's quiet, too quiet. There's been no movement from his property. I'm sending one of my guys to check it out. I'll update you once I know more.

Me: Okay, thanks, man.

Noah reads the message over my shoulder.

"Let's quickly shower." Jessica still has another thirty minutes until her session finishes, and I want to be ready, waiting for her when she comes home.

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I stare at my phone, waiting for it to ring or a message to appear. "Anything?" I ask Noah as he pulls out his phone.

He shakes his head. "No, nothing, but it's only been two minutes since her session ended."

I want to say he's right. Not everyone is as compulsive as I am about their timekeeping, but still, worry creeps in, a knot tightening in my stomach.

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