Page 48 of The Murder Between Us
Noah braced his hands on either side of Cole’s face and scooted back. “How about giving me the best morning of my life?”
Cole shifted, grabbed Noah’s hips, and pushed up. “Happy to,” he grunted as Noah’s eyelids fluttered and his head tipped back. “Might be a faster best morning, though.”
Noah rocked and twisted, and Cole groaned. Definitely a faster best morning.
* * *
The morning sunilluminated the kitchen, golden light streaming through the back door and the window over the sink. Noah’s house glittered in the morning, warm and welcoming. Cole smiled at him over the rim of his coffee cup. Noah still had the cream in his hand, waiting to see if he’d made it milky enough. Cole had held it up to Noah’s wall and declared it perfect. And it was.
They were both in their boxers and nothing else, hair sex-mussed and sporting a few hickeys on their chests. Noah looked freshly fucked, which he was, and delicious. Cole wanted to press him against the counter and drop to his knees, but that last orgasm had hurt. They needed to recharge a bit before he made wild, crazy, best-ever love to Noah again. But he would. Soon.
Noah poured his own coffee and joined Cole shoulder to shoulder as they leaned against the kitchen island and watched the sunlight dazzle the top of the cornfield. “It really is gorgeous,” Cole said softly. “It’s peaceful.”
Noah nodded. “That’s what I thought, too. I’ve spent a lot of days out on that porch, trying to think things through. Figure myself out. What I wanted. Ask those big, scary questions.”
“Found any answers?” Cole swung his hip gently into Noah’s.
Noah turned and kissed him, a chaste, soft press of his warm lips to Cole’s. “I think I have.”
Cole smiled and kissed him back—
The lock turned a half second before the front door swung open. “Dad!” Katie called. “I’m home!”
Noah flew backward, dropping his coffee cup on the kitchen floor. It shattered, hot coffee splattering their feet, their shins. Cole danced away, hissing as Noah froze, eyes wide, staring down the hallway leading to the front door.
Panicked eyes darted to Cole. “Go!” Noah hissed. “Hide!”
Hide where? Katie was ten feet and one corner away, and he was mostly naked, covered in Noah’s dried come, with hickeys on his chest—
No time to think. He tore across the living room and thundered up the stairs.
* * *
“Dad?”Katie padded down the hallway to the kitchen. “Is someone here? Did something fall?” She frowned, then jerked when she saw him crouching on the floor in just his boxers, wiping up spilled coffee with a dish towel. “Uh, Dad?”
“I didn’t know you were coming home. What time is it?” Noah gritted his teeth. The world spun. He couldn’t stand. His legs were shaking. Fuck, Cole’s come was still leaking out of him. He was still wet. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his palm as his vision went dark on the edges. A sliver of porcelain dug into his flesh.
“It’s early. I set my alarm. I wanted to see you before you went back to the office.” Katie went to the drawer where he kept their towels and pulled one out. “I thought we could have breakfast. Besides, I need to get my textbooks for class today.”
Katie’s shoes skittered to a stop. Noah closed his eyes.
“Dad?”
Not now, please, not now, not like this, not like this not like this—
“Is… someone here?”
He stood slowly, using the counter to help him when his legs almost buckled. He left the towel soaking on the floor and leaned against the island.
Katie’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates when she finally saw him. Her jaw dropped. She blinked, looked away. She turned crimson. God, he was nearly naked in front of his daughter, with another man all over him.
“Um, should I—” Katie’s eyes flicked over the kitchen and beyond, taking in Noah’s shirt on the couch, his tossed-off undershirt. Cole’s laptop case.
And then Cole’s discarded shirt.
Oh, shit. No no no no no—
Katie’s head spun as she whirled on Noah. Her mortification and embarrassment had been replaced with shock, which melted into fury, into rage. Her eyes glittered, daggers flying as she focused on the hickey Cole had left below his collarbone.
