Page 126

“God, Noah. Your dick is just as pretty as the rest of you. So fucking big. So fucking perfect.” She sat up, slipping her leg from my hold. “Will you fuck your hand for me, baby? I wanna watch you come.”

She crawled over and sat between my spread legs, moving her soft hands over my thighs. “Please, Noah? I need to know you came.”

I gave her a jerky nod, moaning at the featherlight caress of her fingertips over my lower abs. Then I closed my hand around my dick and sighed at the pressure.

True watched me fuck my hand until my hips started moving up to meet my strokes and my head hit the headboard.

“True, I’m gonna fucking come,” I whimpered.

As soon as I made that announcement, she was climbing on top of me, pushing my hand away from my dick and sitting on top of it.

I came as soon as she was seated fully on me, blacking out from the way her pussy hugged me tight, right into a fucking release.

True kissed me slowly, whispering things I couldn’t understand because I was so lost in what the fuck she’d just done.

She didn’t move until my cum was leaking out of her.

“You were so good for me.” Then she kissed my neck and whispered my name over and over again.

We spent the rest of the day in bed, talking and sleeping. Watching movies and fucking lazily one more time.

When Greyson got home that night, he woke us up with takeout. All three of us showered and got in his bed, True on his right and me on his left.

Somehow, kissing him turned into me straddling his thighs and having his dick pressed against mine while True sat on his face. I didn’t know I had another orgasm in me, but I came for him while True came on his tongue.

It was the perfect Sunday and there was nowhere else I wanted to be than with them.

“I’m starting to see why True stayed home with Duchess,” I mumbled when a couple zigzagged between me and Noah, chasing their kids.

“She’s writing. Plus, she’s keeping Dutch at her house until we can get our tree in a stand,” Noah said, his voice distracted as his head moved on a swivel to look at the trees we passed. “And you said no to every tree I liked. We could’ve been gone an hour ago.”

He was right.

But it was the first real tree we were getting together, and it needed to look like something.

That was my mindset when we got to the Christmas tree farm, anyway. Now that we were an hour in and I couldn’tremember what my toes felt like, I was starting to second guess my high standards.

Grabbing Noah’s hand, I led us down another row of trees, threading our fingers as much as I could through our gloves. He didn’t pull away from me, but he looked down at our hands for a split second and the thoughtful crease in his forehead was enough to get my attention.

“What?”

He slid me a glance, biting his bottom lip. “Why you so good at this?”

“Picking out trees? I don’t know, maybe because?—”

“I’m not talking about these damn trees, Grey.” He squeezed my hand, lifting it to emphasize our connection. “I’m talking about this.Us.”

Trying to scan his face for a clue, my head fell to one side. “I don’t understand the question.” Or the problem, because based on the frown claiming his face, therewasa problem.

After two decades of knowing this man, I liked to think I could read every expression he gave me. But right now, I was coming up short, and not knowing was fucking with me.

“Grey, two weeks ago you were straight. Now you’re holding my hand in public.”

“You don’t like PDA?”

He looked more frustrated than upset when he shook his head at my question, trying to move away.

“Noah, it was a long day at the resort, and I can’t read your mind like usual, so can you please tell me the problem?”