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In fact, I like it.

A lot.

Noah shudders in my hand, coming down from his high. A proud grin spreads on my lips. Fuck. That was... My god. Hands down my favorite activity now. I slowly kiss and lick and caress his body with my tongue as Noah comes back to earth. His ass clenches around my fingers, and I feel each soft wave. “Take them out.”

I slip my fingers out and he sags. “Be right back.” Kissing his hip bone, I get up to go to the bathroom. After washing my hands and brushing my teeth, I look for a towel, feeling a high sensation weed could never give me.

When I walk back into the room, Noah is where I left him, his gorgeous body sprawled out, and when I get back between his legs he draws them up, confused as to what my plan is. Honestly, I don’t even know.

I just want to look at him.

Nuzzling his balls, I press kisses to them before sucking one into my mouth. Noah grunts as I play with them before running my tongue up to his softening member. Slowly, my mouth works its way up across his hips, the center of his abs, his chest, lappingcum along the way. While imagining being with a guy, I never thought I’d like this part.

Wrong.

Noah’s taste is a drug. Sweet and heady. Sucking a kiss to his collarbone, careful not to leave a mark, I kiss his neck, then cheek. Finally, his forehead, before slanting my mouth over his, and plunging my tongue inside his mouth.

Noah’s hands come up to wrap around the back of my neck before I sink down against him, careful not to crush him. His thighs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and for the first time in so long I don’t want to get up and leave. All I want to do is lie here in the arms of someone who won’t hurt me.

In the arms of someone who may even care about me.

My breath stutters as Noah’s fingers find their way to my chest, touching lightly, not shying away from the broken parts of me. Who knew having someone touch my scars could feel this good? Feather-light fingers caress my sensitive skin.

Breaking the kiss, Noah blinks up then down between our bodies as his fingers rest on the band of my sweats. Grabbing his hand in mine I pin it over his head. This is about him right now. “I’ll make you something, okay?” Noah nods and I turn to leave, just wanting to cook something quickly and start reading.

It takes me a moment, going down the hall, to soak in the feeling.

I feel ... happy. More than happy.

Eighteen

Jamie

“That screw needs to come out!”

“It’s not that screw, Bri, it’s the left one.”

“Xavi, you have it wrong, it’s—”

“What’s happening?” Hunter walks into the house, looking at the fighting children. This was a mistake. I should have done it myself.

Only... I couldn’t. “Thing one and thing two are being dumb.”

“Hey!” Xavi puts his hands on his hips. “You asked us for help, remember?”

Yes and no. Bri called me yesterday, upset about a client stiffing her, and I knew she and Xavi were short on cash this week. I invited my idiot brother to help me out with something and told him I’d pay him and make him some dinners.

I would have done that anyway, but I knew Xavi wouldn’t take the handout, so instead, I gave him a job. “Noah needs a bookshelf. I called a couple of places downtown and had these two pick it up. I just need to take it apart, and I can’t bend very well right now.”

“Bending just fine the other morning according to Noah,” Bri mumbles.

“What?” Xavi looks at me. “You banging your roommate? Bad juju. You’re looking for a problem.”

“We didn’t . . . bang.”

Bri looks at Hunter. “Jamie took that tongue piercing out ofretirement.”

“No, I didn’t!” What’s Noah been telling her? “I don’t like Noah saying things to you like that. It’s no one’s business what we do.”

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