Noah stopped and frowned. “Hardly.”
Carmine couldn’t hold it in any longer. He told Noah everything about his conversation with Steven.
“He’s out of line,” Noah declared fiercely.
“No he isn’t. Noah, I didn’t tell you to make trouble. They’re understandably worried about the impact our relationship will have on the club.”
Noah paced the room.
“Cheeky get. Was he trying to put you off me?”
Carmine stopped him by grabbing his waist. “Firstly, that wasn’t his intention and secondly, he’d have to try a damned sight harder than that.”
Noah relaxed and wrapped his arms around Carmine’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Thank you for being patient,” Noah said. “The club takes up such a lot of space in my life.”
Carmine chuckled. “My father and brother have been Brockton-obsessed all my life. I’m used to it.”
He embraced Noah. When they were together, everything seemed possible.
“Can I ask you something?”
Carmine frowned. “Of course you can.”
“Why haven’t we fucked?”
He certainly hadn’t been expecting that. Carmine took a step back and stared into Noah’s eyes.
“I might ask you the same question.”
Noah shrugged. “I guess I wasn’t ready. You might not even like that.”
“I like that.”
“Really?”
“Of course. I think we need to work on our communication skills.”
Noah nodded. “You might be right.”
“How about we forget the tidying up until the morning?”
“Now that is a great idea.”
Carmine followed Noah into his bedroom. The anticipation raging through his system. He glanced down at Noah’s perfect ass and licked his lips.
Inside his boxers, his cock was already hard.
Noah appeared nervous.
“Are you okay?” Carmine asked, stroking his cheek.
“Yeah. I guess. It’s just…well…are you top or bottom?”
“Both. You?”
“Both.”
