The next day he’d called Grandma for help and spent a lot of time worrying until testing showed no lasting reminders of the weekend he otherwise forgot.
“There were pictures of men, stretched out, smiling, naked, but once I got older, Paul brought in more explicit magazines.”
“Explicit how?” Slade shifted, cock beginning to plump under the table.
A flush spread up Noah’s neck to his ears. “Men having sex. Some tied up, some with toys, multiple partners. Sometimes I was too embarrassed to look, knowing Paul saw them first. Then again, maybe he didn’t look, just bought them for me.”
“Anything in particular you liked?” And should Slade take notes?
The flush deepened. “I like most all of ‘em, but one, in particular, I still remember.”
“Tell me.” Slade put down his fork. Imagining Noah jacking off while looking at other men's images made him so hard. He reached under the table and gave himself a discreet stroke through his jeans.
“There were two men on their sides, back to front. The picture didn’t show anything explicit but the first man’s hard cock, but the looks on their faces… Like they’d never felt anything better, muscles bunched, eyes closed, faces so…”
“Rapturous?”
“Yeah. Rapturous. The image stayed with me. There were a few more of the two of them, but they seemed awkward, posed. The first looked like they were really into each other, ya know? In the moment.”
Slade had seen such images and flipped pages to get to the more hardcore pics of cocks and asses. Now, though, yeah, he saw the appeal. “Is that what you want?”
Noah whispered, “Yes.”
Slade’s heart thudded. He should run. Place a hand on the hot stove. Anything but say the words fighting their way out of his mouth. “Do you want that with me?”
“I have since the moment I saw you,” Noah whispered, nearly too low to hear.
Slade lifted a skeptical brow.
“Okay, maybe when you ran those hunters off and said you’d help me.”
Slade kept the brow raised.
“All right!” Noah blew out a breath. “The first time I held you.”
Slade sat back, folding his arms over his chest. “Only a short time ago.”
Noah shook his head. “Not then. I mean the first time I wrapped my arms around you on the motorcycle and realized I trusted you enough to keep me safe. Holding you from behind reminded me of the picture I told you about.”
Slade should fight but couldn’t. Besides, if he won today’s battle, he’d lose eventually, without a doubt. He rose, extending a hand.
The moment Noah joined their fingers, Slade sealed his doom.
Chapter Twenty
Noah’sheartpoundedliketerrified prey. Why? Slade could have harmed him a million times or killed him while he slept. But no. Shifting during sleep last night proved his wolf trusted Slade too.
Based on the magazines Noah had read, the writers considered thirty old for someone to experience sex for the first time. Please let the problem end today.
Slade kissed him, long and slow and thoroughly, leaving Noah breathless, then pulled away, pressing their foreheads together. Holding Noah’s hand, he said, “I have to run out to the truck. Don’t go anywhere.”
He smiled, kissed Noah again, and slipped out the door. The moment the door closed, Slade’s footsteps pounded toward the truck. Silence. Cursing, and then those footsteps pounded a return. Slade flung the door open, hair wild.
Noah hadn’t moved. Slade told him not to, right?
“Bedroom. Now!” Slade commanded.
No need to ask which one. Noah entered the room with the queen bed and turned. What now? Did Slade want Noah to undress or take the honor for himself? The magazine articles never mentioned someone with Noah’s lack of knowledge, only experienced men who knew how to get what they wanted.
