Page 45 of After the Chase

Heat floods through me at his words.

"I'm going to show you off, Chase." His voice drops even lower, full of dark promises. "Going to walk you through that clubhouse with my hand on you, and make sure every single person there knows you're mine."

My cock is already hardening, responding to the command in his voice, the promise in his words.

"And if I'm feeling particularly possessive," he continues, his thumb pressing against my lower lip, "I might make you get on your knees in front of all of them and make you suck my cock while they watch, so there's absolutely no question about who you belong to."

Oh shit.

The image hits me like a physical blow of me on my knees in that clubhouse, surrounded by dangerous men, Noah's hand in my hair as I take him into my mouth. The humiliation of it and the exposure. What the hell has he done to me? Because I’m aroused by the very idea.

My cock is fully hard now, tenting under the sheets. My breathing has quickened, and I can feel heat spreading across my chest, my neck and face. Noah sees it instantly.

"You like that idea," he observes.

"Yes." My voice comes out rough and croaky.

"You want me to display you, baby?"

"I…I don’t know. Fuck, the image though.”

His hand moves from my jaw to my throat and squeezes it hard, before he grinds his cock into mine. My hands run down his sweat slickened skin and I groan.

"Time for that later, baby," Noah says, pulling back slightly, "we're viewing the property and the realtor is meeting us at eleven."

He releases me and stands, heading toward the bathroom. I lie there for a moment, trying to catch my breath and willing my dick to chill the fuck out. I look over at my phone on the nightstand and reach for it and pull up Tyler's contact.

Me: We're staying in NYC permanently. Viewing a house today.

I hit send before I can second-guess myself. Tyler's response comes almost immediately.

Ty: Really? I’m so fucking excited. And you’re sure about this? There will be no going back.

I stare at the message for a long moment. Am I sure? About Noah, and starting this new life in a world I never imagined? Of course I am.

Me: Yes. I've never been more sure of anything.

Ty: Okay. Let me know how it goes. Love you.

Me: Love you too.

I set the phone down and look toward the bathroom, where I can hear the shower running. Noah is in there, washing away the sweat from his workout, preparing for the day ahead. A day that will include viewing our future home where we'll build our life together. Someone wake me the fuck up as this feels like a dream.

To some this would be a nightmare, but I’m on cloud nine.

The property is stunning. It sits on three acres surrounded by trees that provide complete privacy. The house itself is modern, all glass and steel and clean lines, which comes with six bedrooms, a home office, a gym, and a security system that would make a paranoid billionaire jealous.

The realtor, a polished woman in her fifties named Margaret, walks us through each room, pointing out features and amenities, but I'm barely listening as I watch Noah. He moves through the space with an emotional detachment where he is not looking at this house with any sense of emotion, I know he is noting sight lines, entry points, security vulnerabilities. He's not looking at this as a home, he's looking at it as a fortress.

"The master suite has a private balcony," Margaret says, leading us upstairs. "And the bathroom features…"

"We'll take it," Noah interrupts.

Margaret blinks. "I'm sorry?"

"We'll take it. Full asking price with cash offer. We can close within two weeks."

I look at Noah with my mouth agape. Has he seriously just bought a house like that? Like he has just ordered a coffee. Butterflies fill my stomach…holy shit, this is going to be my home.