Page 45 of The Murder Between Us
He made a noise—something embarrassing, something like a whimper or a curse or a groan, or all of them mixed into one. He pulled free of Noah’s hold on his T-shirt and shed it, then wrapped his arms around Noah. Skin met skin, and Cole shivered. Noah groaned, deepening the kiss as his fingers dug into Cole’s shoulders.
“Shower.” Cole pressed his cheek against Noah’s. He couldn’t catch his breath. The room was fuzzy on the edges. “We need to shower.”
They made it upstairs hand in hand, bouncing from the stair railing to the wall in between the framed photos to kiss each other breathless. Near the top, Noah rolled his hips against Cole’s, and Cole nearly lost it all there. He shivered from his toes to his scalp, grabbing Noah’s hips as he groaned. He felt Noah smile against his neck before nibbling on the skin just above his collarbone.
He steered Noah down the hall, past an open door and a messy bedroom, the floor covered in skinny jeans and T-shirts, and to the room at the end of the hall. He was guessing, but when he backed Noah against the closed door, Noah fumbled for the doorknob and pushed it open. They stumbled together into Noah’s dark bedroom.
Noah slapped the light switch. A floor lamp in the corner winked on. Noah had a queen bed flanked by two nightstands and a flat-screen TV sat atop a dresser. Clothes tumbled out of a laundry basket doubling as a hamper. A door led to a bathroom, a plug-in nightlight illuminating the tiled space.
It was just bright enough to see a postcard taped to Noah’s mirror, still new, still crisp.Vegas, it said in huge font, above a nighttime image of the Strip. It was something you’d buy in an airport on your way out of town. Something to remember a place by.
They were naked and in the shower in seconds. He spared half a thought for Noah’s excellent water pressure before everything was eclipsed by Noah. Noah in his arms, Noah pressed against him. Noah’s warm, wet body sliding against his. His body hair, soaked by the shower, water running in rivulets between his pecs and down to his belly button, caressing his hips before dropping farther,down.
He grabbed the soap and ran it over Noah’s shoulders and down his arms. Over the trim lines of his back, to his hips, and then up, sweeping the soap and his hands over every inch of that broad chest. Noah’s head tipped back, exposing the long arch of his throat and his Adam’s apple jutting toward the ceiling. Cole dropped to his knees and ran the soap over each of Noah’s legs, between his thighs, up and down his calves. Over his ankles, his feet. Noah’s legs were strong, the muscles firm, long lines that said he was a runner.
He soaped his hands and dropped the bar. It skittered away, circling the drain, but he didn’t care. He cupped Noah’s crotch, hands encircling his hard, heavy cock and his hot sac. Noah groaned, spreading his legs as he reached back, steadying himself on the tile wall.
Cole stroked Noah’s cock at the base. His other hand dipped behind Noah’s balls, into the cleft of his ass, into the heat at the center of his body. There, yes. He stroked, circled, and pressed—
Noah jerked as if he’d touched a live wire. One hand grabbed Cole, fingers sliding into his hair. He squeezed, almost hard enough to hurt. “Yes,” Noah groaned. “More.”
Cole gave him more. He had to fumble for the soap again, get more lather, but soon he had Noah’s leg up over his shoulder and was working a third finger into Noah’s hole as Noah kept up a constant litany of “Yes”and “Fuck”and “God”and “Please”and, the best one, “Cole.” Noah’s cock was rock hard, purple, sticking straight up. Noah had taken over fisting it, slowly squeezing the base as if he was trying to hold himself back.
Cole kissed the head as he lowered Noah’s leg. Noah stared at him when he stood, looking blitzed and drunk, wide-eyed and flushed from way more than just the hot water. Cole grinned and kissed Noah’s cheeks, his mouth. Noah panted.
Cole soaped himself and rinsed in less than thirty seconds. His own cock was aching, and a steady stream leaked from his tip. He could barely stand the water hitting him. Noah wasn’t much better. He quivered as Cole guided him under the spray, bucked when the water flowed down his back, between his legs.
Cole tried to dry Noah off, tried to be sweet and wrap him in a towel, ruffle Noah’s dripping hair. He’d always wanted to take care of someone like that, be sweet and cute and kiss someone on the nose when he was done drying their face.
But Noah wasn’t having it, at least not right now. He pushed the towel off, and then Cole’s towel, and nearly tackled Cole, pressing him back against the sink counter. Toothpaste and deodorant spun sideways, and Noah’s toothbrush clattered into the sink. Cole grabbed him, hauled him close. Felt Noah’s heartbeat thundering against his own. Smelled him: the clean scent of the soap and the smell of Noah, warm and wanting.
He kissed Noah until their knees were shaking. Noah was humping him, an unconscious roll of his hips, dragging his cock up and over where Cole’s leg joined his body. Little noises fell from Noah’s mouth, sighs and gasps and broken moans. His fingers clenched around Cole’s shoulders, ran up and buried themselves in Cole’s hair.
“Hold on,” Cole whispered. He kissed Noah’s cheek, his ear, his jawline, and then grabbed Noah’s ass. “Jump.”
Noah hesitated. His eyes flicked over Cole.
“I’ve got you,” Cole promised.
Noah jumped. Cole grabbed his ass and held on as their bodies pressed even tighter, Noah’s cock digging into his belly, his own cock rising and prodding behind Noah’s legs. Noah’s ankles hooked behind Cole’s back. His hands gripped Cole’s hair as a smile broke across his face.
“I’ve got you,” Cole whispered again. He was stronger than he looked. And he really wanted this moment.
“You do.”
They kissed more slowly as Cole carried Noah to the bedroom, to Noah’s bed. He laid him down and crawled on top, never separating. Noah writhed beneath him, bucking and trembling every time Cole rocked down into him. He grabbed Cole and held him tight, keeping their hips, their cocks, pressed together.
Down Cole went, again, this time only kissing Noah’s cock once before lifting his legs, draping Noah’s thighs over his shoulders. Cole groaned as he grabbed one cheek in each hand, massaging the thick muscle as he pressed his face into Noah’s cleft. His tongue pressed against Noah’s hole, a firm, wet stroke, before he sucked. Licked. Nibbled. Worked Noah’s ass open with his tongue and his lips and his face until Noah was screaming, back arching, toes curling, thighs quaking as he panted Cole’s name.
Cole kissed his way back up Noah’s body, lying on top of him. Noah bucked into him, writhed, ground his steel-hard cock against Cole’s. God, Noah made it difficult to think. “Do you have condoms?”
Noah blinked. He frowned, as if he didn’t understand the words, didn’t understand the language Cole was speaking. He blinked again. Groaned. “No,” he croaked. “I was married.”
“That was over four years ago.”
Noah flushed. “I haven’t been with anyone since… last Wednesday.”
Vegas. Noah hadn’t been with anyone since his divorce, aside from Cole. Aside from his first time with a man, when he’d chosen Cole. Jesus. Fire burned him alive for a moment, and he shuddered, his forehead dropping against Noah’s as he struggled to breathe. “Are you… Do you want…” He shook his head. He shouldn’t. This was his lust running away with him. This was his desire, damn it, all of his desires, slamming into him. He could feel Noah’s heat, so fucking close. “I don’t have a condom on me,” he whispered. He hadn’t expected to need one here. Now. Today.
