Page 47 of The Murder Between Us
Too much, this was far, far too much. It wasn’t real. It was a dream. One of the dozen dreams he’d had since Wednesday, since Vegas. This was everything he’d ever wanted, the kind of sex he’d always imagined. Sweet and slow and hard and dirty and sexy and raw and fucking perfect, all in one, all with one man. His heart was going to explode. He gripped Noah’s hips, felt Noah buck back into him again.
Heat built inside him, fire clawing its way toward his center. There was a whirlpool forming inside him, ready to pull him down.Not yet, not yet. Never, ever end. He draped over Noah’s body, kissed his shoulder blade. Eased out.
Noah rolled over and reached for Cole, dragging him back on top. Cole went, falling to Noah, chest to chest, hips to hips, his cock finding Noah and sliding inside again. Noah breathed out, closing his eyes, and arched his neck.
He kissed Noah’s throat, bit down on the skin stretched over his collarbone. Found Noah’s hands and squeezed. “I can’t hold it much longer.”
Noah groaned.
“Do you want me to pull out?”
Noah’s legs wrapped around his waist. His ankles crossed, locking Cole in place. Cole grinned. He nuzzled Noah’s neck, his jaw, felt stubble scrape his own skin. Kissed his pulse. Noah turned to him, their lips finding each other, kissing like it was what they were meant to do, always meant to kiss each other like this, make love to each other like this, hold each other close until the very end, until Cole couldn’t hold on any longer, and he—
He kissed Noah and buried himself deep, whimpering and gasping as he spilled inside Noah. He hadn’t come inside another man in… God he couldn’t even remember. Whenever it was, it hadn’t been as perfect as this, hadn’t whited out his vision and sent pleasure clawing down his spine, burning through each and every one of his nerves.
Noah followed, gripping Cole’s hands and screaming his name as he arched and shot his own come between their bellies. Heat spread on Cole’s skin, and Noah bucked into it, chased it, then shivered and trembled as the sensation became too much. Cole kissed him, never stopping, through every quiver and gasp.
Silence settled over the bedroom. Cole ran his hand through Noah’s sweat-soaked hair, down his cheek. He smiled. They were still connected. He felt himself, hot and wet, inside Noah. Felt his come trickle out, onto his skin. “Wow,” he whispered.
Noah laid his hand on top of Cole’s. He smiled. “You know,” he said. “I amdefinitelygay.”
Cole laughed.
15
They couldn’t pull an all-nighterlike they had in Vegas. Noah passed out first, nuzzling into Cole’s side, his face pressed to Cole’s neck and chest. After a few minutes, he was snoring. Cole kissed Noah’s forehead and wrapped his arms around him. Their legs were tangled, and it was easy to flick the corner of the comforter over them both. In minutes, Cole joined him, passing out with his head resting on Noah’s.
When Cole woke, before the sun rose, Noah was propped on his elbow, staring down at him as he traced mindless lines on Cole’s chest.
Cole took his hand and kissed his fingers, then laid their joined hands over his heart. “Good morning.”
Would it be a good morning? How would Noah react? What they’d shared had been… How did you act after such an indescribable, earth-shaking night?
“Morning.” Noah studied Cole. He curled his fingers over Cole’s heart as if he could hold Cole in his palm.
He could, in a way. Cole had definitely fallen too far for Noah—for a man who had walked out on him a week ago. Too far to be called reasonable. But he didn’t care. He’d fallen for Noah, and he was going to chase that. Chase that feeling, that hope. Maybe Noah was falling for him, too. Maybe they could fall, and land, together.
“Are you okay?”
Noah nodded. A flush rose on his cheeks, a dusting of burgundy that spread up to his ears and down his chest. “A little sore,” he admitted. “But it’s a good sore.”
“A good sore?” Cole grinned.
“Yeah. A very good sore.” Noah leaned in and kissed him. “Last night was…”
Cole forced himself to wait, even as his heart galloped away from him.
“That was the best sex of my entire life,” Noah whispered. He gnawed on his lip, worrying it between his teeth. “You blew away all my fantasies. All my dreams. Everything. Gone.”
“Happy to.” Cole grinned. “So, it was better than Casey Peters in the back of your dad’s Volvo when you were sixteen?”
It was Noah’s turn to laugh. “Way, way better.”
Cole pulled him on top and wrapped both arms around Noah. “I’m glad.” He kissed Noah, then kissed him again, and again. “I’m happy to give you the best night of your life anytime.”
“Oh yeah?” Noah’s grin was incandescent.
“Oh yeah.” Cole rocked his hips upward. He was ready to start right away. Judging by what he found, so was Noah.
