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He was right behind me, groaning my name and hiding his face in my neck while he came undone in my hand.

Still trying to get closer, he wrapped a hand around my torso and pulled me flush against him at the last minute, fucking against my hand until he froze and sank his teeth into my neck, sucking and kissing me hard.

Greyson was coming for me. I watched the way his body spasmed from the unexpected release, his shoulders jerking while his abs contracted.

Breath coming out in hisses.

Chest knocking mine with every inhale.

Voice hoarse and pleading.

His cum hit my hand in spurts, and his guttural groan vibrated against my chest.

When he pulled his head from my neck and looked at me again, his glasses were a little crooked to match the smile he flashed me.

“Sorry if I made you late.”

“Yea, fucking right,” I laughed, releasing his softening erection and pulling my hand free. The cum decorating my palm and the back of my hand felt like a win. I’d made Greyson come for me, and he was staring at me like he wanted to do it again.I’d made a mess for him in my pants and I already wanted to do it again.

With a tortured groan, I stumbled away from him because I wasn’t sure I had the willpower to resist him and actually get out of this house. And if True walked through the door, I knew my willpower would evaporate. I would find a way to get them both back in bed and have my way with them. But we had shit to do today, so it would have to wait for tonight.

Turning away from him, I headed down the hall, back to my room. I needed to get ready for the day all over again, but it was so fucking worth it.

Something was wrong with Noah.

Aside from the quick smile and kiss he gave me when I walked out of my cabin this morning, he’d been cool and quiet, two words I never associated with this man.

Was he nervous about my reaction to him and Greyson? Why was he gripping my hand like he was in labor? The fingers on my right hand tingled and we hadn’t even made it up the mountain yet.

“Noah, baby, what’s wrong?”

I stopped walking, only a few feet away from where we were supposed to get on the ski lift and raised a brow.

His reflective visor was pushed up on his helmet, giving me a glimpse of the storm clouding his troubled gaze.

Unable to keep the worry out of my voice, I cupped his face and asked, “Is this about what you told me at dinner last night? I told you, I’m happy for you.Bothof you.”

Noah didn’t move away from my hold on him, but shook his head just as an attendant tapped his shoulder and asked if we were ready to get on.

He looked apologetic when he pulled his visor down and tugged me toward the lift moving our way. A second later, we turned in time to sit on the chairlift with our poles across our laps. And even though my hands were getting a break from Noah’s iron grip, I could still feel the phantom pressure of his touch through my gloves.

What was he thinking about?

After he lowered the bar over us, Noah sat back and released a ragged sigh. Then he said four words I never wanted to hear on a normal day. But especially not when I was on a ski lift carrying me away from flat land with no easy escape in sight.

“We need to talk.”

My knee-jerk reaction to that phrase would forever and always be panic.

“Noah, I swear to god, if you brought me up this mountain to break up with me…”

“No,” he rushed to say. “Ineverwant to break up with you, True.”

The quiet sincerity in his voice knocked the wind out of me, but it still didn’t explain why he was acting so…off. “Then what is it, Noah? I’m worried about you.”

Another heavy sigh escaped him as the vastness of the snow covered mountains stretched in front of us the higher we climbed.

“We have approximately three and a half minutes left on this lift, so I need you to let me talk. Ask as many questions as you want when we get off.”