Page 60 of After the Chase

He leaves as I walk through the space slowly, filing away every detail. Everything from the high ceilings to the hardwoodfloors. Multiple exits and clear sightlines from the main rooms to all entry points.

All secure. Mine.

Chase appears at the top of the stairs. "Noah, you need to see the master suite."

I climb the stairs where the master bedroom takes up half the third floor with massive windows overlooking the private courtyard, a walk-in closet the size of most people's bedrooms, a bathroom with both a shower and a separate soaking tub.

"It's like a dream come true," Chase says quietly, as I move behind him, wrapping my arm around his waist.

"This is ours, really ours. Not a hotel, or moving from place to place anymore," he says like he can’t quite believe we live here.

"It’s all ours, baby."

He turns in my arms, looking up at me. "I want to christen it."

"Now?"

"Now."

I push him toward the bed that Chase spent days trying to choose, and he goes willingly, already tearing at his clothes where he reveals an ass plug. No wonder he is worked up, the horny little fucker planned this well, and who am I to say no.

I strip fast and join him on the bed. The afternoon light streams through the windows as I push inside him, claiming him in this new space.

"Ours," I tell him as I fuck him.

"Ours, forever with my shadow,” he grunts, and that name pushes me over the edge.

I increase the pace, drilling him harder. "This is where we exist together baby, you’ll never leave here, it’s your open prison,” I say, growling into his ear as he clenches hard around me.

He comes with a broken cry, and I follow moments later, filling his ass with my claim over him in the home we now have together.

Our very own fortress.

Three hours later, I'm in the study reviewing security footage layouts when the doorbell rings. I check the camera feed and my jaw clenches when I see Tyler, Aaron, Kai and Seb standing at the gate.

Uninvited.

Unannounced.

Unacceptable.

I don't move immediately, I just watch them on the screen, noting their casual postures, their assumption that they can simply arrive at my home.

Chase appears in the doorway. "Who is it?"

"The whole gang of husbands and partners from the Kozlov gossip group."

His expression morphs into confusion and annoyance. "We didn't invite them, I told Ty that I would arrange for him to come over when it was fully furnished next week."

The doorbell rings again and I stand, moving to the intercom. "Yes?"

"Noah!" Aaron’s voice is jovial, oblivious as always. "We brought some gifts. Thought we'd check out the new place."

I don't respond immediately and just let the silence stretch as my fist cannot reach them through an intercom.

"Noah?" Seb says, sounds uncertain, like he knows this was a mistake. I see Tyler flinch away, and it occurs to me this wasn’t his idea. I bet it was that nosy fucker, Aaron.

I press the button. "This isn't a good time."