I opened Noah’s door, expecting the room to be dark and silent.
It was dark but he was sitting against the headboard, a joystick once again in his hands.
“Don’t you ever stop playing?”
“Don’t you ever stop being a fucking pain?” he replied, making me want to slap him.
Except I couldn’t. I had something else in mind for him. Lucky for me, he was only wearing boxer-shorts.
I sighed as I stared at him for a second. He was just so sexy. His hair was mussed as if he’d raked his hands through it, blonde spikes all over his head. His eyes were focused on the TV and yet I knew their almost turquoise color as well as my own.
He looked like a beach bum, all bronzed golden skin and cheery smile. Except he was 64
more than that. He was my ex-boyfriend, my lover. The man I’d thought I’d spend the rest of my life with.
We’d met on the circuit years earlier, had become friends almost instantly, our love of music making us kindred spirits. He played the guitar but he preferred drums. He sang but he preferred to stay out of the limelight, leaving that to me.
He’d been everything to me and look how well that’d turned out…
I stalked to the bathroom, took off my clothes, assessed myself in the mirror and shrugged. I had to try at least. Walking back out, I knew the instant he saw me. The beep indicating his character had died rang loudly as I climbed on the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to bed. What does it look like?”
“Here? Like this?”
I sat down beside him. “Like what?”
His eyes narrowed as he stared back at me. “What’s going on?”
“I need you,” I simply replied, grabbing his joystick and depositing it on the bedstand. Of course, in order to do that, I had to reach over him. Funny that. My aching chest brushed his arm and I heard his intake of breath. Yes!
“No,” he hissed through clenched teeth.
I fell against the headboard as he struggled to get off the bed. “Noah?”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what? And how can you see anyway? It’s dark!”
“Didn’t you have enough with Kade?”
“You know damn well he had to leave.”
“How could I know that? I haven’t left my room!”
I snorted. “Pull another one, Noah.”
He sat in front of me and tugged on one distended nipple. “Like this?”
“That was lame.”
“Was it really?” He stared back at me. Fingers glided down my chest until they brushed against my core.
I jerked at the first feel of his fingers. God, that felt good. “Noah,” I sighed and leaned back, my legs widening.
“You’re so fucking wet. Were you really alone?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“Uh?” I didn’t understand his question, too caught up in the way his thumb was playing with me.
“Did you touch yourself?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out, my hips slowly picking up his rhythm. I braced my feet on the bedspread and grabbed his hand, pushing it lower.
“Did you make yourself come?”
“Noah, stop talking! I need you. Please.” I hated begging him but I’d been waiting far too long. I needed him inside me. Him, or…well, anyone for that matter.
One long finger slid into me right when a knock sounded on the door. Argh!
“Noah? Open the door. I need to talk to you.”
I froze at Kade’s voice. Of all the bloody times! I moaned as Noah moved away and put his finger in his mouth, licking it clean. “Don’t open the door.”
“I have to. You know how he is.” He got off the bed, apparently unashamed by the way his boxers tented.
I, however, needed to cover myself. And fast! Flinging myself off the bed, I barely managed to close the bathroom door behind me when the room was suddenly awash with light. Quickly retrieving my clothes, I grimaced when I put the panties back on.
Fuck, I really need something here!
I stepped out of the bathroom just as Kade asked, “Where is she?”
“Right here.”
He looked at me and I could see he was checking to see what I was wearing.
Considering it was exactly the same thing he’d left me in, well nearly enough, I guess that was fine with him. He smiled and held out his hand. “Wanna go back to my room?”
“It’s late,” Noah churlishly replied, hands crossed over his chest.
“Who are you? My dad?” I replied as I walked past him.
“I’m the one who made you come this evening. What about him?”
Kade stilled. “What?”
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. Difficult that, under the circumstances.
“We had sex. I was getting changed and Noah couldn’t contain himself when he saw me naked.”
“You didn’t stop me! You were screaming my name, baby.”
“I never said anything to the contrary.”
“I thought you’d broken up.”
“We’re not together anymore, that’s right,” I announced to all and sundry.
“But we still fuck each other on a daily basis.”
“You do?” Kade’s face was a blank canvas.
“We do,” I agreed, knowing it was stupid to deny it. Noah would find another way of telling Kade, I was sure of it. “If that bothers you, I’ll understand. I mean…” I let my voice trail. Frankly, they were a bunch of dickheads as far as I was concerned. They’d agreed about this, had talked about me being okay with it all, so what was the fucking problem? I was opening my mouth to tell them just that when Kade beat me to it.
“No problem. So, are you coming with me or not?”
I gasped but grabbed the hand he offered. Ignoring Noah, we left the room.
Chapter Four
“So,” Kade said as soon as we’d stepped into his room. “Have you done anything since I left?”
“Not really.” I stopped short, just realizing I’d walked into the corridor with only my underwear on. Nice!
“What do you mean by not really?”
“Oh, well…” I sat down on his bed and scooted backwards until I was leaning on my elbows. “I thought it’d be nice if I, you know, got myself ready for you…but you never showed up.”
He was in the process of climbing on the bed but that stopped him short. “You mean?” His gaze centered on my soaked panties.
“Yep. And I was so turned on I had to do something about it.”
“So you went back to Noah.”
I nodded. “Nothing happened though.”
“Nothing at all?” he asked, his thumbs hooking around my underwear before sliding it off my legs.
Feeling proactive, I sat up and quickly shed my camisole. Flinging it to my left, I went back to my erstwhile position, but this time my thighs were wide open. He settled between them and stared at my pussy. “I asked you a question,” he remarked, his hands smoothing their way up my legs.
That felt so good it took me a while to remember the question. “He…might have played with me a little. But it was nothing much. And I didn’t come!”
But I desperately needed to.
“What did he do exactly?” His fingers stopped right before they’d have hit something good.
Damn it! “You sure you want to know this?”
“I’m asking the question, aren’t I?”
Fuck. “Okay, okay. Well, he, ah, played with my breasts.”
His right hand came to rest on my chest. “Like this?”
“No, he-” Argh! “Tugged on them.”
Fingers wrapped around one nipple and pulled. “Better?”
“Yes,” I exhaled as my insides clenched in reaction.
“What else?”
“He put a finger inside me.”
“Just one?” I nodded as his hand dropped down. “What about two instead?” he said right before pushing them into me.
I shrieked and fell on my back, my hips arched.
“Isn’t that better?” he asked, his voice husky as he watched his fingers slide in and out of me.
“Much…better,” my voice croaked.
“I thought so.” He slid down, his fingers never stopping their movements, until his tongue touched me at the same time.
This time, I screamed. He didn’t stop though. He kept on licking until I was writhing on the bed, screaming and begging for him to finish me off. Each time I came close, he stopped and diverted his attention to nipping at my thighs.