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“You feel so good. I have thought so much about having you by myself and all the things I would do.”
“Show me,” I whisper.
He turns me and walks me back until I hit the tiled wall, his body caging mine until he drops to his knees and looks up at me through wet lashes, water running off his ridiculously handsome face.
“I talk too much, so let me put my mouth to better use.”
His tongue finds my clit, and my head thuds back against the wall.
When it comes to sex, Noa is exactly like always—enthusiastic and relentless. He works me over with his tongue and curls two fingers inside me. He pays attention to every whimper, and when my thighs shake, he hooks my knee over his shoulder and holds me open. Noa keeps me pinned, and I come with my fingers in his hair and crying out his name.
Noa surfaces, grinning like he won the lottery. “Better use?”
“Get up here,” I demand with a laugh. He slides up my body, kissing wet skin as he goes.
I wrap my hand around his cock when it gets within range, and his forehead drops to mine.
“Okay, yes, that feels . . . fuck, so good.”
“How do you want me?” I ask him.
“Every way, forever. Alphabetically, if that’s even possible.” I squeeze and he groans. “Wall, like this, I want to see your face. I will always want to see your face.”
Lifting me and pressing me against the wall, Noa helps lock my legs around him, but he pauses there, his tip pressed against me, water falling over us both. Then he pushes into me slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. He fucks me against the wall, as the water pours down over us and the light of the candles dances with the shadows. His deep, rolling thrusts knock the air out of me, yet he talks through it all, narrating every part.
“You feel . . . You have no idea, it’s like I’m home.”
He shifts his grip, angling deeper, grinding against me exactly where I need with every stroke. My second orgasm builds faster, and as it breaks, I push my head forward, burying it in his neck. He follows me over seconds later, his hips stuttering, my name on his lips. Then both of us simply hold each other.
“So,” Noa says, not putting me down. “On a scale of one to ten.”
I tighten my legs around him. “It was amazing, Noa, but it wasn’t enough.”
He pulls back to look at me. “Yeah, it never will be—that’s the whole point of forever. We can start with tonight, though. Let’s get you dry and move on to round two.”
“I love the sound of that; I need more of you.”
Noa helps me out of the shower and towels me dry, then picks me up bridal-style and takes me to our new bed. I don’t know where Cipher and Cave went, but I’m grateful they have given me time with Noa. Even if they resorted to rock, paper, scissors to decide who got to spend the night with me first.
Chapter Nine
Cipher
Cave lingers in the shed as the sun goes down. He is nervous about his evaluation, and I don’t think I’ve seen him like this before; normally he doesn’t care. I don’t know if things have changed because of Valli, or if he finally has control again and it’s thrown him off.
His first test is tonight. Nixie needs him in full control for the Harvest Moon. She needs that night to go off without any issues. If Nixie wants to keep entertaining her family of misfits, that is the one night everything has to run perfectly.
I set down the carburetor. The pieces are in removal order, left to right, so my brain can find its way back later. Then I wipe my hands and look up at him, to find he is already staring at me.
People think Cave is simple. Big and dangerous. They are wrong. He is the most careful man I have ever known. All that strength, yet he holds it back every waking minute of his life, with control he built himself. No one taught him; rather, the people who should have loved him sought only to amplify his damage. Tonight, they are going to grade that control, and he needs to let off some pressure.
“Come here,” I say.
He crosses the shed, and up close, he is like a furnace with heat rolling off him. Stopping in front of me, Cave takes my wrist as he drops to his knees and sets my hand on his head. Then he looks up at me, and I can see it in his eyes: the need to not be in control right now.
“Okay,” I tell him and curl my fingers through his hair.
He pulls my belt open and takes my cock out, then leans forward and swallows me down. My hips jerk and my free hand grips the workbench behind me.
