Chapter 261
Chapter 261
Noah
The next two weeks felt like living inside a dream someone forgot to end.
Just like Aiden predicted—the call came. Then the meeting. Then the contract was placed gently in front of me like a promise.
Long-term. Secure. Real.
I signed with shaking hands.
The house paperwork followed a few days later. Our house. The porch. The warm light. The yard. Everything we’d imagined when the future still felt fragile.
And now?
We were sprawled across our couch, tangled up in each other like always. My head rested against his chest. His fingers traced lazy circles over my shoulder. We kissed between sentences. We laughed more than we talked. We were nauseating and ridiculous and so, so happy. This was without a doubt the best time of my life… so, why was I feeling this hole inside, as if there were unfinished business or resolutions that needed to be addressed?
Maybe because there were…
For a second I couldn’t put my finger on it one hundred percent, but then, he mentioned The Dominion. The New Orleans growing club. Brand new plans. Staff. Appearances. The future of the club…
And something inside me went quiet.
Just like that.
Not fear.
Not rejection.
Just…a small weight shifting.
I noticed it immediately, and so did he. Of course he did. Aiden could read my breathing pattern like sheet music.
“What is it, baby boy?” he murmured, brushing my cheek with his thumb. “Everything okay?”
“It’s nothing major, but—”
His lips brushed my hair. “Whatever it is, I need to know. Is it about the club?”
“In a way…yeah.”
He grew still.
“Did you change your mind about us being…?” His voice softened at the end.
“No.”
It came out fast. Fierce. I shook my head. “Never about that. Never about us. I met you like that. I love what we are. That part of us feels like breathing.”
His chest loosened beneath my ear.
“But the club…it’s just…”
I hesitated.
He didn’t rush me.
“What is it, baby? Tell me.”
I swallowed.
“I’ve been thinking about everything. About how much we’ve all shared with each other. Micah. Lexie. Hale. And I love them. Really. They were part of my healing. Of both of ours. But… I think at that time I needed intensity. Something powerful. Something that shook me awake. And they were there. And it helped.”
He nodded slowly. “It did.”
“But now?” My voice cracked a little. “Now I don’t think I need that anymore.”
His eyes softened—not hurt—just listening.
“It’s not about shame. Or regret. I’m actually glad it happened. I think I needed to prove to myself I was whole again. And in the moment…it felt right. But the truth is… Lexie is my friend, but also my ex. And Micah is yours. They’re family, in a way now. And, as fucked up as we can be at times, and as weird, and out there, and—”
“Kinky,” he added.
“And as kinky!” I waved my finger in acceptance. “To keep sharing something that close, that physical, now that everything’s calm… it would just be…”
He smiled gently. “A little weird, right?”
Relief burst out of me in a breathy laugh. “Yeah.”
We looked at each other with that relief you get when you feel safe enough to admit the truth.
Then his expression softened even deeper.
“Honestly?” he said. “I feel the same.”
“You do?”
He nodded. “They were a part of our healing. Our chaos. Our fire. But they are also part of our past. And I don’t want to share you anymore—not only in the way we agreed, but at all. Even if it’s just a touch. Not with anyone. I want your body, your heart, and your submission—all of it—to belong only here. With me. And mine…the same for you.”
My heart twisted. In the best way.
I whispered, “I want that too.”
We stayed there, forehead to forehead, breathing the same air.
“I think,” I said, “we just got caught up in our own storm. And it took us where it needed to. And maybe for a second it went a little further than it should have. But I don’t regret it. I just don’t want to repeat it. Not ever.”
“Then we won’t,” he said softly.
“We’re ours,” I breathed. “Only ours. No one else touching. No one else joining. Not in or out of the club.”
“We’ll still perform,” he added gently. “If you want to. But only us.”
“Only us,” I repeated.
And saying it felt like closing a beautiful book you loved—and then turning toward the life waiting beyond it.
We didn’t lose anything.
We carried what mattered forward.
He kissed me then—slow, tender, with gratitude instead of hunger. With home instead of flame.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I said. “And I always will.”
“Now—” He kissed my neck, gently nibbling my earlobe. “How about we share some of that alone time right here? You and I?”
He didn't have to tell me twice.
A surge of playful, possessive energy shot through me. With a laugh, I pushed him back against the couch cushions, swinging my leg over to straddle his lap. I claimed his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, pouring every ounce of my relief and joy into it.
My hands roamed his chest, pushing his shirt up until I could break the kiss and trail my lips down his neck. I nipped at his collarbone, tasted the salt of his skin, and reveled in the low groan that rumbled in his chest. I wanted to worship him. I worked my way down, licking and biting at his nipples until they were hard peaks under my tongue. My fingers trailed lower, tracing the waistband of his jeans before hooking into his belt.
The moment my fingers touched the leather, the air crackled. It was a silent, frantic agreement. Our hands flew, a tangle of desperate movements. I fumbled with his belt buckle as he yanked my shirt over my head. He kicked his jeans off as I scrambled out of mine, our clothes a forgotten heap on the floor. There was no more time for foreplay, no more teasing. We were naked, hard, and aching for each other.
I crashed back into his arms, our mouths meeting in a clash of teeth and tongue. It was a frantic, heated kiss, all need and no finesse, and it was perfect. I could feel his cock, thick and hard, pressing against my thigh. Breaking the kiss, I ran for the medicine cabinet and grabbed the lube before rushing back to him.
Aiden took the bottle, coating himself with it. Then, with a strength that always made my breath catch, he grabbed my hips and pulled. In one fluid, powerful motion, he lifted me and positioned me over his cock. "Ride me, Noah," he commanded, his voice a raw, urgent whisper.
I sank down onto him slowly, taking every inch until he was buried deep inside me. A shared moan escaped our lips. I braced my hands on his chest and began to move, finding a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. I rode him hard, my body rising and falling, taking him as deep as I could. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me, urging me on, his eyes locked on mine as we lost ourselves in the sensation.
Time seemed to blur. It could have been minutes or hours before his grip tightened. "Turn over," he growled.
I reluctantly lifted off him, my body feeling suddenly empty and cold. I positioned myself on my hands and knees on the couch, presenting myself to him. He was behind me in an instant, his hands stroking my back before he lined up and thrust into me in one, sharp stroke that made me cry out.
This was different. Deeper. More possessive. He set a brutal, relentless pace, his hips snapping against my ass. Each thrust was a declaration, a brand, as he hit that spot inside me, the one that made my vision white out and my body tremble. He was keeping me right on the edge, a coiling spring of pure pleasure.
"Come for me, Noah," he commanded, his voice ragged. "Now."
That was all it took. The spring snapped. My orgasm tore through me, a blinding, all-consuming wave that left me shouting his name and shaking uncontrollably. I felt him pulse inside me, his own release a deep, guttural groan as he filled me.
We collapsed onto the couch, a sweaty, panting, boneless heap. For a long moment, the only sound was our ragged breaths slowly returning to normal. Then, Aiden shifted, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his chest. He pressed a soft, tender kiss to my shoulder, a stark contrast to the raw passion of moments before.
He tangled his fingers with mine, holding me tight. “So, baby boy, wanna set our wedding date?”