“I felt that orgasm in every nerve of my body. My toes curled in my shoes and it felt like my heart tried to leap from my chest. I dropped to my knees and—”
“Kissed your come out of my mouth.”
Noah pressed a hand to his cock, just one touch, his gaze darting to each opening in the room. “You didn’t let me finish you off. You wanted to wait, let the desire linger until we got home. And do you remember what you did then?”
“I dragged you to our room and bent you over the bed.”
“Fucked me through the mattress that afternoon and then again that night. I felt it in every step I took the next day.” He let a low moan seep into the phone and heard Rowe gasp. “I love when you bend me over and hold me down so you can slide far—”
He broke off when Rowe yelled. And yelled again. A taut, guttural noise that nearly made him come inside his pants. His dick was so hard, it ached.
Then he had to smother a grin when he heard a muffled bark from whichever dog hovered outside the bedroom door.
“That’s it.” Rowe breathed into the phone, the words clipped and breathy. “Hiring more people tomorrow.”
Yeah, it would take longer than that, but he understood the sentiment. He’d spent years pining after this man and now that he had him, being apart was like having half his body missing. He loved nothing more than waking up to sleepy kisses and warm sweaty skin because they always ended up against each other. Every fucking night. He hated that when he awakened from the little sleep he got here, it was alone.
“Noah?”
Rowe had gotten most of his voice back, but he still talked low—like the intimacy of what he’d just done in their bed, probably in the dark, kept him in the fantasy of having Noah home and right next to him. “Yeah?”
“How did I get so damn lucky?”
Something moved and Noah’s gaze shot to the cat that had indeed, been nestled in some pillows on the couch. He watched it stretch, leap down, and wander gracefully toward the kitchen. He thought of Rowe’s dogs—no, their dogs—who were never graceful and sure as hell didn’t blend. He thought of Rowe with his mussed red hair and his short, tough frame. He thought of his wicked smile and the way he never stopped touching Noah. His man didn’t blend into any background, no. He stood out, bright and loud. Lusty and affectionate. And loving as hell. He was the color in Noah’s world.
“I’m the lucky one, Rowe.”There Goes the Security DepositChapter 1Noah leaned back against the railing on the upper deck, his head thrown back and his face turned up to the bright, hot sun above. The sky was a stunning blue without a cloud in sight and the weatherman was calling for an absolutely clear weekend. A steady breeze pushed his hair back and there was only the rumble of the boat engine and the splash of the water against the hull. He’d been exhausted when they arrived. Rowe had dragged them all out of bed at an ungodly four in the morning to start the four-hour trek down to the Kentucky-Tennessee border. After an hour of paper signing and prep, they were finally on Dale Hollow Lake and he was wide awake, ready to explore on the Jet Skis they’d also rented along with the small fishing boat.
They had three days and nights out on the lake. After the chaos during the winter with Jagger and then Rowe’s efforts to rebuild Ward Security and even Noah’s attempts to finally get settled in Cincinnati, he was grateful for the brief vacation. And Rowe’s idea to rent a houseboat was perfect. He’d heard numerous stories about last year’s camping fiasco. The houseboat definitely seemed safer for this group.
The lake was massive, with tall, tree-covered hills rising up all around them. He had the feeling of being completely isolated from the rest of humanity except for some fishing boats and the random houseboat tucked out in a hidden cove. Here and there, he could pick out secluded cabins with wooden docks and the occasional sprawling resorts. But the rush of the city and the endless ping of emails were a world away.
Stretching his arms over his head, Noah stepped away from the railing with the intention of hunting down his boyfriend. When they’d started out, he’d mumbled something about stowing their gear while Noah explored the six-bedroom boat. He’d barely taken a step when Rowe’s head popped up the stairs to the rooftop deck. The man stopped and looked around, his brow furrowed for a moment until he spotted Noah. A wide grin spread across his face and then he turned back as if he were planning to go back down the stairs.