Page 83 of Keep Me Safe

“Get in.”

His tone is serious, so now is not the time to argue. I climb into the truck, sliding over to the passenger seat as Noah gets in after me, staring over at me with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged. I look down, his pants are still undone, and his cock is out.

Fuck, I want that back inside menow.

As if noticing my line of sight, he nods.

“Ride it.”

I don’t hesitate, climbing over the center console and straddling his lap. Reaching down, I guide him into me, sitting down until he’s all the way in. Thankfully, the windows are tinted. No one can see us.

“Noah,” I moan, rocking my hips into him.

“There you go, princess, that’s it.”

I pick up my pace, needing more, as he pushes my dress down and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. Ah, the benefits of not wearing a bra. I keep riding him, the feeling of him so deep in me fucking delicious and unexpectedly intimate. Before I know it, his fingers are back on my clit, and it doesn’t take long before I’m tightening around him.

“Fuck, There it is, baby, come for me.”

It’s too much, it’s all too much. I let out a loud moan as my orgasm barrels through me. Noah isn’t far behind, pumping into me a couple more times before I feel him filling me with a low groan.

We take a minute to catch our breaths, his hand rising to caress my face. It’s so soft it almost makes me want to cry. The safety I feel in his arms is so complete. I know I shouldn’t have feelings for this man, but it’s too late. He’s already burrowed so far under my skin that I’m convinced I wouldn’t survive without him.

“Noah…I love you too,” I admit, still panting.

He doesn’t say anything, kissing my forehead before helping me off him and into the passenger seat.

There aren’t words to explain how my heart plummets when we pull into the driveway and Jared’s car is there. I look over at Noah, silently questioning if he knows anything. As if he can sense my suspicion, he shakes his head.

“I promise you I didn’t know he’d be here. Fuck, this is the worst timing possible. Are you going to be okay?” There’s genuine concern in his voice, and that fact makes me feel like I will.

“I’ll be fine. Let’s go before I lose my nerve,” I say, my hand poised on the door handle. Noah’s brows knit together, but he follows my lead anyway. Stepping out of the truck, I let him lead us into the house. My pulse is racing, and nausea swirls low in my stomach.

Jared is settled on the couch, scrolling on his phone. His head shoots up as the door opens, and his eyes immediately snap to mine. He doesn’t look angry, which surprises me.

“Kira,” he mutters.

“Jared,” I say back, not knowing how to react.

He’s going to know. He has to. I can only imagine how we look right now.

“Can I talk to you?” he asks, standing up and gesturing for me to follow him. I nod, pushing down the anxiety. He leads me onto the porch and sits on the porch swing, patting the space next to him exactly where I sat that night with Noah.

I don’t sit there, instead opting for the chair across from the swing. The rough feeling of the wood against my skin reminds me that I’m not wearing underwear. A small frown crosses Jared’s lips before he quickly recovers, green eyes meeting mine again.

“I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to say this, but I’m sorry for how I acted the night of the party.”

“Jared,” I interrupt. He was hurt, and while I don’t appreciate how he treated me, I’m not mad at him. Not to mention the guilt coursing through me right now about the fact that his dad’scome is dropping out of me as we speak. My cheeks heat at the sensation, and I attempt to refocus my attention on Jared.

“No, don’t do that. I was an asshole, and I’m sorry. I understand if you hate me, but if there is any way you can forgive me, I would still love to be your friend. I miss you, Kira.”

I glance up at the slider. Noah is watching us, far away enough not to hear our conversation but close enough to intervene if needed.

“Of course, I still want to be your friend, Jared. You will always be my best friend.”

His posture softens, and his usual grin reappears on his face. It warms my heart. I missed him like this.

“I’m so glad that’s over. I’ve been stressing out about this conversation for the past couple of days. I was sure you’d tell me to fuck off.”

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