Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Not to mention your humbling personality,” I say. I don’t understand his hesitance or what’s changed since this morning. “And FYI, it’s not renting you if I’m not paying you. Also, I don’t need to tell you you’re gorgeous. You’re well aware of that fact. And so is everyone else with eyes. Lars was disappointed when he asked if we were completely monogamous and I shut him down.”
Noah grins. “I knew that dude was into us. That could’ve been fun.”
“A-are you serious? Like … all of us? Do you have threesomes often?”
“Never. The idea of it is pretty hot though. I’d never be able to pull something like that off.”
When I look at him questioningly, he clarifies.
“Campaign trail. Maybe after eight years in the White House, I’ll be free of having to worry about what I do in the public eye all the time. It’s nowhere near as bad as you, but it’s still pretty exhausting.”
“See? We’re perfect for each other.”
Noah stiffens.
“Calm down, I don’t mean in a ‘let’s do this for real’ type thing. I just want sex.”
“Aaaand I’m back to feeling like a rentboy.”
I shrug. “Whatever gets you off.”
“I can’t decide if I like this Matt. He’s definitely better than cranky Matt, but more intense than joking Matt. Did someone slip you some drugs? If so, where are mine?”
“You want me to go back to being pissy? Because I’m pretty sure if you keep talking, it’ll happen.”
Noah’s knee bounces. It’s obvious what he wants to do, but for some reason, my agreeing to it has made him pause. Maybe he thinks I can’t handle it, or maybe he’s worried I’ll turn out to be like his ex. “This is a colossal mistake. You know that, right?”
“As big a mistake as getting caught in a gay club?”
“Exactly. Your career is already fucked. I don’t want to fuck with your head too.”
“Trust me, it’s not my head urging me to do this.” Now I’m the nervous one, and my leg matches his fidgeting.
His gaze flicks from my eyes to my lips, and then his tongue darts out, but he’s tense with reluctance.
“If you’re worried I’m going to fall for you, don’t be,” I say. “I don’t belong in your world, and you don’t belong in mine. Could you imagine taking me home to meet your family? My family is so poor … well, there are a million jokes I could finish that sentence with, and they’d all be true. The only reason they ain’t livin’ in a trailer now is ’cause I paid off their house with my first NFL check. I wasn’t brought up to be like you, and the money I’ve made from playing football doesn’t change that. I come from nothing. I’ve always been trash, and I always will be. I have tabloid photos to prove it.”
“Matt—” Noah’s tone holds pity, and that’s not what I want.
“I’m not looking for sympathy. I’m simply saying we both know this will be over as soon as it needs to be. There’s no reason either of us will become attached. You don’t do attachments for some reason, and I’ve never even tried. What I do know is, you drive me so crazy I don’t know whether to push you down and fuck you or shut you up by shoving my cock down your throat.”
Noah’s eyes widen. “Okay, I take it back. I could definitely get used to this Matt.”
Rare moments in time slow to the point where you don’t know if it’s stopped completely, but as we stare each other down, neither of us moving, I begin to wonder if it’s happening right now.
Without any warning, he leans across our seats, and I meet him halfway. It’s not slow; it’s instant. One minute we’re apart, and the next we’re going at it. He seals his lips over mine, and I try to suck in a breath, but that invites his tongue into my mouth. It sends a jolt down my spine. A masculine moan echoes through the cabin of the small plane, but I don’t know who it comes from.
A large hand cups the back of my head, and Noah didn’t shave this morning, so his stubble breaks through my soft beard and scrapes my face.
Fingers trail down my neck, tentative and softer than I’m expecting, but Noah’s tenderness doesn’t last long. His hand drops to my cock and strokes me through my jeans. My balls draw up tight, and I shudder.
My head falls back against the seat, breaking our mouths apart. “Fuck,” I hiss.
“Can I?” Noah asks.
Hesitance seeps in as my eyes find the cockpit door where Noah banished the flight attendant upon takeoff. “Uh, when I said we should fuck, I didn’t mean it had to be right here and now.”
“Don’t worry about them.” He nods behind him. “They’re under strict instructions not to come back in here until we land. Keep your eyes on me. I want you in my mouth.” His seat belt loosening rings in my ears, and blue-green eyes fuse me to the seat when he sinks to his knees.