Chapter 184
Aiden
I traced my fingers down Noah's spine, feeling the water cascade over his skin. The shower stall was a steamy haven, the rest of the world fading away. I pressed him against the tiles, my body hard and insistent. Noah's breath caught as my mouth found his neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
"Look at me," I commanded, my voice a low growl. Noah's eyes fluttered open, meeting my intense gaze. "I want to see your face when you come for me."
My hands roamed over Noah's body, exploring every curve and line. I gripped his hips, pulling him closer until our bodies were flush against each other. The water pounded down, but I barely noticed, my focus entirely on Noah. I reached between us, my hand wrapping around both of our lengths, stroking them in sync. Noah gasped, his head falling back against the wall.
"Fuck, Aiden," Noah moaned, his hips bucking into my touch. I leaned in, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing his sounds of pleasure. I increased the pace, my hand moving faster, my grip tighter. Noah's body tensed, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Come for me, Noah," I whispered against his lips. "Let me feel you fall apart."
Noah's body obeyed, his orgasm crashing over him in waves. I held him tight, feeling his release coat my hand, watching the pleasure in his face and the way he trembled in my arms as he panted and moaned around my lips.
I pulled back, breaking the kiss. "Turn around, baby. I want to fuck you now." Using his cum, I spread it along my cock, preparing to take him. Noah turned, his hands pressing against the tiles as he arched his back, offering himself to me.
I positioned myself at his entrance, teasing him with the head of my cock. Noah pushed back, eager for more. I thrust into him, hard and deep, filling him completely. Noah gasped, his body tensing as I began to move, my hips slamming against his ass.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned, my hands gripping his hips tightly. I pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, my pace increasing with each stroke. The water pounded down on us, but I was lost in the sensation of Noah's body around mine.
I reached around, wrapping my arm around his waist, my hand finding his cock. I stroked him in time with my thrusts, my fingers slick with water and pre-cum. Noah's breath came in short gasps, his body tensing once more as I hit his sweet spot over and over.
"Fuck, Aiden," Noah moaned, his head falling forward. "I'm close."
I increased my pace, my body slamming against his, my cock grazing his prostate relentlessly.
“Oh, God, Aiden… Yes…that’s so—fuck, so good…” My hand moved faster on his cock, as I felt my own climax approaching, my body coiling tight.
With a final thrust, I came undone, my body shuddering as I filled him in synch with his second orgasm.
We stayed like that for a moment, panting and sated, the water still raining down on us. I turned Noah around, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingling.
"I love you," Noah whispered against my lips.
"I love you too, Noah," I replied, my voice laced with satisfaction. "Always."
The weekend couldn’t have come soon enough.
Noah had been pulled in every direction all week—practice, classes, endless wedding preparations that William orchestrated like a military campaign. The poor kid barely had time to breathe. By Friday, he looked half-alive, running on caffeine and sheer will. So when he told them he needed Saturday to rest and study, no one questioned it. Everyone agreed he’d earned a break.
He spent part of the afternoon with his mother and Emily, then turned down their dinner invitation, promising he’d rest at home.
But we both knew where he was going.
When night fell, he made his usual quiet detour—checking every mirror, every shadow, making sure no one followed him.
I’d already set the table. Two plates, a bottle of red, candles burning low, soft jazz threading through the background. The house smelled of garlic and thyme and anticipation.
He stepped inside, hood up, shoulders tight from habit, but his whole body eased the second our eyes met. The tension drained out of him like air from a balloon.
“Hey,” he said, smiling that quiet, private smile that belonged only to me.
“Hey yourself,” I answered, pulling him into my arms.
His jacket hit the floor first, then his bag. The kiss was unhurried, all warmth and welcome. The kind of kiss that reset the world.
Dinner was simple—roasted chicken, pasta, the kind of meal you don’t make when you’re alone. We ate across from each other, knees brushing under the table, voices soft because silence had its own weight. Every few minutes, he’d reach for my hand or I’d steal another kiss, and the whole world would steady again.
Afterwards, he leaned back in his chair, a small grin tugging at his lips. “So,” he said, “when I finally get to choose my team… which one would you pick for me, Coach?”
I laughed. “You really think I haven’t thought about that?”
“I know you have.” His eyes glittered, teasing. “So? Impress me.”
I smiled into my wine, because of course he knew I’d already been planning.
“I’ve talked to three teams already,” I said, watching his expression sharpen with interest. “Two of them would treat you like an investment. One would treat you like a weapon. But there’s one I’d trust to actually build you, not use you.”
He lifted his brows. “Which one?”
“Oregon,” I said. “They’re hungry. They protect their rookies. And they already slipped a starting offer number that would make William’s eyes light up like Vegas.”
Noah huffed a laugh, rubbing his chest the way he did when he was overwhelmed. “And you’d… negotiate for me.”
“Not just negotiate.” I reached for his hand again, tracing the back of his knuckles with my thumb. “I’ll go to war for you, baby. I know what they’ll try to shave off. I know every clause they’ll try to slip in to trap you. I will get you the kind of contract no one else ever could. All you’ll need to do is sign.”
He looked genuinely moved—which killed me a little.
“Okay,” he said softly. “But only if you’re there. I can’t do that part without you.”
I leaned back and pretended to consider. “Well, I might have to get a job there, too. Maybe assistant coach. Maybe coordinator.”
He perked up—bright and earnest in the way that had always undone me.
“As long as you are never, ever my coach again.”
He pointed a finger at me, mock-serious. “We are not repeating that conflict of interest situation.”
I laughed—real, loud, full—and he grinned back like the sun was breaking.
“Deal,” I said.
“So…” I raised a brow. “The Dominion happens to have a new club there.”
“No way I’m letting you put your hands on anyone else,” he cut in first, chin raising the same way it did when he squared up on the field. “I don’t care how many dungeons they have in Oregon.”
I slid my chair around his, cupped his jaw, and kissed him slow and deep. “Oh, sweetheart,” I murmured against his lips, “I think you’re going to keep me more than occupied.”
We ended up planning our whole future in whispers and laughter, half-silly and half-serious, but every bit of it real.
“We’ll get a cute house,” I said, leaning back with him, our shoulders touching. “Pick-up fence, porch light, neighbor who always waves. Very Hallmark.”
“With a fully equipped BDSM basement,” he added, deadpan.
“Non-negotiable,” I confirmed.
“And then,” he continued, tapping his fingers thoughtfully against my thigh, “we get another house for Mom and Em. Close. Walking distance. And that one does not get the basement.”
I laughed again, because hope was starting to feel possible.
We cleaned up together. Quiet, easy movements. Domestic. Familiar. Like we’d been doing it for decades. Later, we slipped into bed—not rushed, not frantic—just home.
He curled into me, head tucked beneath my chin, our legs tangled the way they always found each other instinctively.
We didn’t talk anymore about William, or contracts, or weddings, or fathers, or danger.
We just existed in that small, golden space where the world couldn’t reach us as we fell asleep dreaming the same dream.
A life that already belonged to us—even if we hadn’t reached it yet.