Page 99 of Splintered Hearts

Well, I didn’t expect that, one bit. It makes sense now, why the story is so close to Noah’s heart. “Wow, that’s really sweet.” Going to grab more paint I pause, seeing Noah spin away. “What’s wrong?”

Noah doesn’t turn, just shaking his head. “I’m just... angry.”

“What?” Grabbing the hand towel I brought out here, I wipe my hands as best I can, walking over to him.

“I knew he wouldn’t be happy that I was gay. Disowning me, though...” Watching him tremble, I keep my hands at my sides, uneasy, not knowing what to do. “It’s pathetic. Why do I even care?” Noah wipes his eyes, streaking paint across his face. “If I hadn’t left he would have killed me. He fucking tried to.”

Gently, I turn him to face me, taking his face in my hands.Glassy green eyes blink up at me and I wipe my thumbs underneath them. “You’re not pathetic. Your father is.” My thumbs soothe along his cheekbones as I hate his father even more. “That asshole can’t touch you anymore. Not here. Not with me.” And I mean it.

Noah gives me a watery smile, laying his hands over mine. He swallows, nodding. “Thank you.” His hands drops, but he grabs me instead, pulling me in for a hug. My arms don’t know what to do at first, but slowly they drop, hugging him back. He feels small in my arms, and fuck if I don’t like the feel of him there a little too much. “My turn.”

I lose his arms and almost wish I hadn’t. “Ask away.”

“Can I ask a dirty one?” Of course. I nod with a smirk. “I don’t mean to compare, but I’m curious. Is it different with me, a guy? Like, I know it’s technically different, but does it make you... I don’t know, I guess... Is it weird, or does it feel off? I don’t know. I’m curious, I guess, and don’t know how to put it into words.”

I’m not really sure where Noah’s going with this. Bisexuality confuses a lot of people, even inside the Alphabet. I know he’s not asking from a mean place, though. “If you’re asking whether I feel weird being with a guy... no.” I’ll get that out of the way. “This does feel different, though.” Grabbing black paint, I throw it. “But it has nothing to do with you being a man.” It has everything to do with Noah being Noah. He opens his mouth to say something but I can’t elaborate. Not right now. “Your turn. Can I ask a dirty one too?” He swallows whatever he wanted to say and nods. “What...” My cheeks heat. Shit like this feels weird to talk about. I know Noah loves to be flirty and a bit dirty which, fuck, I like that too. I love how shameless he is. “What’s your favorite sexual act, that’s not penetrative sex?”

My little fox smirks.

Instead of grabbing paint, Noah walks over to me. Everyswing of his hips catches my attention. Noah is masculine... feminine... soft curves... hard, sculpted lines. Taking his paint-soaked fingers he drags them down my cheeks to lace around my neck. My breaths come out in pathetic stutters. Noah smiles, wide and playful, before leaning in gently and placing those lips on my neck. My dick wakes up instantly. “I like to ride my partners fingers as they blow me, stroking my prostate as I come. Fuck.” The soft, husky tone makes my cock jerk, and fuck does he notice.

I swallow hard, and Noah tracks the movement with those damn eyes. Those eyes are the first thing I want to see in the morning, and the last when I finally leave this earth.

“My turn,” he says. I go to grab paint, but Noah doesn’t move away from me. His pink lips turn up in a smile. “Do you want to kiss me?”

So fucking much.

Noah’s eyes slam into me. Emotion I can’t place passes through them. Fuck, I’ve never wanted anything so damn bad. Cupping his face, I smooth my thumb along his jaw before tilting his face up. Noah said he loves height differences in his stories, and fuck, looking down at the gorgeous man in front of me, I love them a little too.

My body hums with the first press of his lips. Soft and sweet. I become boneless with a moan as Noah’s tongue slips into my mouth. He finds my piercing, flicking the piece and making me moan again. So close, I can feel Noah through those damn yoga pants. All I want to do is slide them down and bury my face between his gorgeous thighs.

“Last question,” he says against my lips. “Do you want to take a shower with me?”

Twenty Four

Noah

My ass hits the counter. Jamie deepens the kiss and I fucking melt. He licks into my mouth and I purr at the contact. Jamie kisses like it’s his sole purpose on this earth.

I’m happy to help him fulfill his destiny.

Something spicy, masculine yet sweet like vanilla, surrounds me. Fuck, he smells so damn good. Like, really fucking good.

Not that he normally doesn’t, but whatever this is, it’s erotic perfection. “Sorry about that asshole.” Jamie grins against my lips. Fucker isn’t sorry at all, and honestly, neither am I. While Josh’s words had hurt a lot, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t want him anyway.

Jamie presses those gorgeous lips down my neck. I’d sobered long ago, but hell, I feel drunk—or high. “I feel bad for his boyfriend, though.”

Jamie laces his big hands around the back of my neck, his thumbs easing along my jaw. “I know. It’s terrible. I hope Mark figures out a way to warn him.” I lose his hands and instantly crave them back. “If you want to stop, that’s okay. Tonight was a lot.”

“No!” Clearing my throat and finding some fucking dignity, I smile. “I mean, in a less desperate tone, no thanks. I’m okay. I just hate cheaters.”

“I can keep touching you?”

How do I get this man to never stop? “Please.” I run my handsdown the front of his shirt, and Jamie sucks in a breath when my thumb catches his nipple.

“Tug them.”

Oh, hell yeah.

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