Page 29 of Fractured Souls
“You’re all tense.”
“Oh uh . . . just nervous.” He cups my face. “I’m okay.” With that I straddle his waist and take him in. My palms go to his pecs, and I run my fingers over his nipples. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” His hand runs down my chest, and I honestly feel like it. I reach behind me. I know I can take him, but being on top may be easier. “Wait, I need to prep you,” he says.
My skin heats. “I did it myself before I went out.” In the shower, with my eyes closed and my thoughts full of Cam’s big cock pressed close to mine. Oh my god, stop. I grab the lube, jerking his cock and frowning a bit as I slick him up. I look at him. His eyes are focused on the ceiling as he softens in my hand. Okay, there’s something else happening here. Maybe he isn’t attracted to me at all. “Um, Noah?”
Noah’s eyes open. “What? What’s wrong?”
I bite my cheek to stop my laugh. “Um . . . I don’t know, but maybe you should ask your dick?”
“My—” I go to get off him, startled as he grabs my waist and pulls me back on.
“What—”
“I don’t want to see him. Please block my view.” I laugh, feeling bad at the groan he lets out. “Would you happen to have a shovel?”
“Shovel?”
“I’m going to dig a hole in your back yard and bury myself alive. Don’t worry. I’ll leave a note with my body in case the cops ever raid this place.”
“How would they know I didn’t write it?”
“Good thinking. Do you have a phone? I’ll record a video.”
“I could have forced you to record it.”
“You know, I’m trying really hard not to get you implicated in a murder. Why are you being so difficult?”
“Or . . .” I get off him, tossing him his underwear. “And hear me out. You just tell me what’s wrong.” I take the condom off his dick then toss it toward the little wastebasket. Getting back in bed on the other side, I pat his soft dick. He smacks my hand away.
Cupping his dick, he glares. “Don’t talk to him! He doesn’t deserve your pity.” He makes me laugh; I like him. Noah gets off the bed and slips his bikini briefs on.
“Is it me?
“No. No. Oh my god, no. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m a fucking mess. I’m sorry.” Noah begins to panic, and it’s now my stupid brain remembers why I’m even doing this . . . and where Cam is right now.
“What happened?”
“I’m embarrassed.”
So am I, but Noah doesn’t know that. I throw my hands behind my head. “Well, what if I were to tell you something first? Kind of like a confessional. Sex-fessional.” Noah gets onto the bed, rolling toward me.
“I’m listening.”
I tell him about Cam and how close we are. I tell him about his never-ending string of girlfriends and how he always ends up back with me, only this time it was different. I tell Noah all of it. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again, and telling him everything feels so good. It’s like this huge weight I’ve been carrying finally lifts.
I look at Noah to see if I’ve completely scared him off. “Well, not to one-up you at all, but I have a confession too.”
“What’s that?”
Noah tells me about Jamie, his roommate, the most frustrating and sweet man he’s ever met. Although he says the sweet part comes and goes. The other night they slept together and he freaked out which led him to that bar which led him to me. “So don’t feel bad. Like, at all.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“Roommates are assholes,” I whisper.
“Absolutely.” He agrees
