Page 39 of Saving Noah

Chapter 10

Noah lay on the weight bench, watching as Zach added the weights. There was no way anybody in the gym knew what he and Zach had done last night with an innocent fruit bowl and not so innocent medical equipment, but…he was embarrassed. His face had been red since the moment they’d stepped off the elevator. For somebody who usually did everything possible to not be noticed, he’d felt like every damned eye in the lobby had turned in his direction. Swear to God…half of them were eating fruit!

Zach smirked. He blushed.

On top of that shit storm of humiliation, this was the first time they’d worked out together in the mornings, when most of the other folks used the gym, and Noah literally felt every eye lasered in on him. People appeared curious as they watched the two of them. Surely it was because Noah was always alone…not because they knew the things he’d let Zachary do to him last night.

No, that wasn’t possible. There was no way humanly possible anybody there, other than him and Zach, could possibly know about the kink they’d participated in last night. Could they?

No, they can’t. Shit, I’m talking inside my head again.

“You okay, babe?” Zach asked with a sexy smirk. “You look…distracted. Were you thinking about the fruit salad we have back up in your apartment?”

“Shut up,” Noah hissed as his skin flamed even hotter. “Don’t make me start thinking about it,” he demanded. “You know what will happen.”

Laughing, Zach stepped around and then hiked one leg over Noah, straddling him as he lay on the weight bench.

Noah glanced around nervously. Yeah, just as he expected—everybody watched them. “What are you doing?” He hissed.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Zach asked innocently.

“What does it look like? It looks like you’re about to feed me your dick. What. The. Fuck. Zach. You’ll get us kicked out of here, and newsflash, this is the only gym I can use.” His eyes surveyed the room again. Yeah, still watching. He shouldn’t be shocked. Whether they would admit it or not, most folks enjoyed watching a blow job. “Stop it!”

Zach frowned and then looked over at a hugely muscled guy about to get on the treadmill. “Hey, Jordan.”

Noah’s entire body tensed in shock as he stared, wide-eyed, at Zach. When the muscled guy started walking in their direction, Noah’s heart rate spiked.

“What’s up, Meadows? You don’t usually come down in the mornings, do you? Good to see you mixing it up some.”

The man’s green gaze dropped to look at Noah, but quickly returned to Zach’s piercing gray gaze when he heard Zach clear his throat. Noah suspected he was about to have a heart attack—this time it was real. No more panic attacks or silly nonsense like before. This was the big one. Zach knew he didn’t talk to people, knew how they made fun of him. Why would he bring one of them over into Noah’s space? Breathe. Start breathing. He could do this.

“I was wondering if you had a minute to help John,” Zach said.

He couldn’t do this.

Holy shit! Zach wouldn’t do that to him…would he? Did Zach think just because he enjoyed all kinds of kink with him that Noah would be promiscuous with just anybody? Breathe.

Odd…he was breathing just fine. He was mostly pissed Zach would think so little of him. Ha! He was pissed, not scared. That, of course, didn’t matter, though. He wasn’t blowing Mr. Muscles. Zach could get that shit out of his head.

Jordan glanced down at Noah, his eyes inquisitive but friendly. “Hey, John. I’ve noticed you around here a lot, but haven’t had the chance to talk to you any. It’s nice to meet you finally.” He rubbed his hands together. “So…what does John need?”

“He needs somebody to spot him.” Zach looked down at Noah and laughed. “Apparently, he doesn’t trust me. I was going to spot him, but he demanded I move.” Zach shrugged innocently. “I have no idea why he’s worried about it, but I live to make him happy, so…”

“I was just kidding, Zach,” Noah interrupted, feeling like a huge fool. Turning to Mr. Muscles, he said, “I’m fine, Jordan. Thanks for coming over, and it was nice to finally meet you.” Burning with embarrassment, all Noah wanted to do was escape. “You know what? I’ve changed my mind, anyway. I think I’m finished for the morning.” He went to sit up and nearly bumped his head on Zach’s junk, since the frustrating fuck still straddled him. He bit his lip and plunked back down on the bench, even more embarrassed than he’d been seconds ago. He was so going to kill Zach for baiting him like he was. On the other hand, he felt pretty damned good because he’d interacted with another person and hadn’t had a panic attack.

Jordan laughed, soaking up the entire scene and understanding Noah and Zach were a couple. He looked toward Noah. “Don’t be a stranger. If you’re able to get rid of this guy, yell at me,” he suggested with a wink.

Zach growled.

Noah grinned since Zach’s plan had just backfired on him.Ha! Take that, big man.

“If you’re looking for a physical workout, yell at me instead.” Connor’s gruff voice interrupted them. He stuck out his hand to Jordan and said, “I’m Connor Vanderwall. Nice to meet you.”

His eyes practically raped Jordan as he looked him up and down. Jordan didn’t seem to mind, though. Quite the contrary, he looked more than interested in what Connor plainly offered.

“Uh…actually, I was about to hit the showers.” He nodded toward Connor’s gym bag. “Looks like you’re headed in that direction to get changed.” He gave Connor the same once-over. “Follow me. You’re new to our gym, right?”

Noah noticed Zach’s frown. He also noticed Connor’s smile was about as fake as humanly possible. What was troubling Zach’s best friend?

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