“You’ll never lose me, Noah. I’m yours forever,” I breathe against his lips.
“Forever.” He fists my hair and devours my mouth.
Barely thirty seconds later, I’m crying out against his lips, moaning through my orgasm as my hips buck uncontrollably against him. He pumps in a few more times, then tightens his hold on me as he spills his seed deep inside my pussy with a deep, long grunt.
Noah turns us to our side, pulling the sheet over our bodies. I rest my head on his arm, my forehead against his lips as he passes his fingers through my hair. We don’t say anything, simply breathing in each other’s presence. I’ve missed him these last couple of days.
“Hey, I’m…” Gabe appears at the entrance to Noah’s room.
The smile he was just wearing vanishes from his face as he takes us in, a sad, rejected look filling its place instead. I see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he takes a step back.
“I’ll just get dinner ready.” He turns quickly and bolts down the steps, his retreating footsteps echoing loudly in my ears.
Guilt begins to build in the pit of my stomach as I realize what has dimmed the light in his eyes with our current situation. Last night, Gabe tried to touch me, and I stopped him, telling him it didn’t feel right doing anything without Noah. And now here I am, having just had sex with Noah while Gabe was gone.
God, I’m such an idiot!
I sit up in bed and bury my face into my hands, unsure how to fix this.
“Hey.” Noah runs his knuckles against my spine. “He’ll be fine.”
“I feel guilty… We’ve never had sex just one-on-one, and yesterday I told him we couldn’t, but now I’m doing just the opposite. I feel like I’m betraying him…”
“But you’re not, Kitten. Yes, we’re all in this relationship, but it doesn’t mean we have to always do everything together. It’s okay for you and me to do things alone,like it’s okay for you and him to have moments together too.” He sits up and kisses my back. “Why don’t you go see him while I grab a shower?”
“Yeah, okay.” I scoot out of bed and grab one of Noah’s baggy shirts from the walk-in. Passing it over my head, I hurry down the steps in search of Gabe. Noah’s sticky cum makes my thighs slippery, but I don’t care, seeing Gabe is more important right now.
I find him standing in the kitchen, staring down at the stovetop with a pan resting on one of the burners, but there’s nothing inside it. His hands are fisted against the edge of the counter on either side of the stove, head bowed.
“Gabriel?”
He doesn’t respond immediately, but the strained muscles in his back tell me he heard me. “You know, I’ve been trying to wrap my head around why you’d tell me no but say yes to him.”
“It wasn’t like that, Gabe.” I step around the island, getting closer to him.
He turns just as I’m about to reach for him. “Really? Because it sure as shit seems like it. You think I haven’t noticed the connection you two have? You think I don’t hear you guys talking and laughing every morning together in bed? I get it. You like him more.” He swallows, his jaw working back and forth. “But I thought that after these last couple of days, things had changed between us, that maybe you liked me as much as I do you. But I guess I was wrong.” There’s so much pain in his voice, and it kills me that I’m the reason he feels that way.
I grab onto his forearm, pleading with him. “That’s not true, Gabe. Don’t say that. I don’t like one of you more than the other, because if that were the case, I wouldn’t be in this relationship. What I feel inside my heart, I feel it for the both of you.”
He rips his arm away from me. “Bullshit, Ronnie. Because if that were true, you wouldn’t have rejected me last night, claiming you didn’t want to leave Noah out. You wouldn’t have slept with him while I was out. Who’s to say that was even the first time it happened? For all I know you two have been hooking up behind my back since the start.”
“Stop it, Gabe! We haven’t, okay? That was the first time, and I’m sorry I pushed you away last night. I didn’t intend on having sex with Noah today, I just fucking missed him, and I was angry at him when he got home. One thing led to the other and we had sex.”
I take a step closer to him, forcing him to look at me with my hands. “I’m sorry if I made you feel rejected. I never meant to hurt you. I care about you so much, Gabe, don’t you see that? I love every moment we share together. I crave them all the time.Don’t ever think what I feel for you is less than what I feel for Noah, because it’s not. You have no idea how guilty I feel right now for what I’ve done.”
He stares at me and for an instant, I think I’m finally getting through to him. But then he grabs my wrists, forcing my hands away and turns his back to me. “The only reason you feel guilty is because you got caught,” he says then heads for the fridge, pulling out items. “Just go back to him. I’ll call when dinner’s ready.”
What the fuck is happening?
I feel like we’ve been cursed or something. How did we go from such a happy relationship to this? Because that’s all it’s been since the beginning of the month. Shit, after shit, after shit. I’m already having a hard time getting through to Noah, I can’t be dealing with this nonsense on top of it with Gabe.
“No.”
He sighs, dropping his head. “Ronnie, please just go upstairs.”
“No, I won’t go.”
“Well, I fucking want you to!” he shouts, turning to face me.
