Page 50 of Fractured Trust

“No, it fucking wasn’t.” His voice snapped with anger. “Itisn’t. This is what we both need. Do you think stopping now is going to make me happy? It isn’t. If you think it’s going to make things better for you, it isn’t. There’s no denying this thing between us, Summer. It’s always been there. Walking away now isn’t going to turn it off.”

“We’re probably going to walk away in two weeks, anyway. What difference does it make?”

Noah barked out a laugh. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then snapped it closed again and shook his head. “That’s two weeks more we can have of each other. And I’m not planning to throw them away just because you’ve had a crisis of confidence.” He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing again, his voice hardening. “You need to suck it up, Sunshine. You can trust me for two more weeks, can’t you?” His eyes glittered with intensity as he stared down at her.

Summer took in the muscle flexing in his jaw, his full lips pressed together, and her pulse started to slow, her anxiety beginning to ease. She took a deep breath in, then exhaled. “Yes.”

“Good,” Noah said. His voice lowered further until he was almost whispering in her ear. “Now take off your skirt and panties, turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he growled.

Summer licked her lips, looking up into his eyes to check whether he was serious or just messing around with her. His eyes were cool, unwavering. No mischievous glint resided in their ocean blue depths. He was serious.

Summer looked around. There was no one else out here, a high wall surrounded the area, and there was a solid gate at one end of the lane. But there was a security camera mounted on the wall pointing directly at where they were standing next to the door.

“Noah—”

He followed her gaze. “There’s no one onsite watching, and I’ll make sure the recording is erased before anyone has a chance to see it.” He could have offered to move them away from where the camera was pointing, but he didn’t.

“What if one of the other guys comes out?”

He smirked. “They won’t,” was all he said.

Summer’s mouth went dry. Right. Because they probably had a good idea what was about to happen out here. Well, maybe not exactly what was about to happen; considering she didn’t even know what Noah was planning to do. This side of him—the steelier, more domineering side—was something she’d only experienced since he’d come back into her life. He’d definitely never asked her to do something like this when they were together before.

Noah’s eyes searched her face, expression softening. He reached up and cupped her cheek. “I know you’re nervous, Sunshine. But I’m asking you to trust me right now. Trust me to make us both feel better.”

Something that had been pulled tight inside Summer began to loosen, and she exhaled and gave him a tremulous smile and a small nod.

He stepped back from her and crossed his arms, waiting.

With one last glance at the camera, Summer pushed her skirt down her legs, then wriggled out of her panties. Noah took them from her and draped them over the handle of the door they were standing next to. Goosebumps rippled in a wave over Summer’s skin, a nervous tremor shaking her as she turned and bent forward, pressing her hands against the brick wall.

For what seemed like forever, Summer stood there with her heart thundering as she waited for Noah to move, talk, do something. The longer she waited, her eyes focused on the brick wall her fingers were pressed against, the more everything else faded from her mind. Her skin felt hot and achy and tight. Anticipation and the need to have his hands on her, his body pressed against her back, wound through her. The knot of tension that had been slowly unwinding in her chest was completely replaced with a hot pulse of hunger low in her belly.

Finally, the scrape of his shoes and the warmth of his presence behind her, told her he was finished waiting. His body heat against her bare skin was almost like the stroke of his hand after she’d been so exposed for what seemed like such a long time.

When he did actually touch her, his fingers stroking over her lower back then down over the curve of her ass, it sent an excited little shiver up her spine. And when he gripped her flesh, kneading, then releasing it, a rush of heat spread fast through her body. With every brush of his fingers against her skin, he moved closer and closer to her aching, empty core.

Summer’s breathing grew more erratic, her legs beginning to shake. It was only when anticipation was buzzing like a live wire inside her, that he let his fingers glide between her legs. His other hand curled around her hip, just before he eased a single finger into her. Her low, shuddering moan, must have told him she was more than ready, because he immediately worked a second finger in, filling her, giving her the pressure inside she needed to ease the ache.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Sunshine,” he murmured as he stroked into her. It was the first words he’d said since he’d asked her to trust him. With the hand that had been on her hip, he reached around to her front, his fingers circling her clit until she moaned again, louder this time.

She wondered briefly if anyone had heard her, and if they had, what they would think. But the thought didn’t stay in her head for long because both of his hands were moving in sync now, the twin sensations shoving her hard toward an orgasm. He was going to make her come, right there outside his recording studio, and she didn’t care. Because it was good. Too good. She was arching her back and angling her hips to give him better access. His name slipped from her lips on a moan as her inner muscles fluttered around his fingers.

She was close, so close. “Noah, please,” she begged.

He stopped the movement of his hands and she cried out as his fingers withdrew. But before she could protest further, there was the sound of a zipper being lowered. Oh my God, he was going to fuck her, right here. And she let out a little sob because she needed it. Badly. She neededhim.Her doubts had been laid to rest—at least for now—and she was desperate to have him inside her again. Thank God she had an IUD, and they’d already had the safety discussion because there was no way she wanted him to stop now.

One of his hands ran over her ass again as the blunt head of his cock pressed to her entrance. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed her hip and slammed inside her, jolting her forward, her hands absorbing the shock as they pressed against the wall. Her lungs emptied of breath as he bottomed out, and for a few seconds, she couldn’t make a sound. All she could do was push herself back against him, urging him to move.

When he did pull out, it was an excruciatingly slow movement. Before she could worry he was going to torture her some more, he surged into her again, dragging a breathless gasp from her. The denim of his jeans was rough against the back of her thighs and knowing he hadn’t even dropped his pants all the way down, that he’d literally just pulled himself out and thrust into her, had her riding the edge of orgasm again sooner than she could have imagined.

The wall beneath her palms was rough as she pushed against it. Her breaths were coming in short, sharp pants, her pulse pounding in her ears as his body rocked into her over and over. She could feel him everywhere, every stroke of his cock sending pleasure licking over her skin. She sobbed. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Noah.”

He powered his hips into her so hard she cried out, rocked forward again. “Is that what you need, Sunshine.”

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