Page 67 of A Knight’s Revenge: The Complete Series

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

JOLIE

“ F uck, I never want to feel that helpless again, Princess.”

Zach held me in my bed, both of us now showered and in our pajamas. I buried my face in his chest to inhale his citrusy scent. “You want to join Dom and Max as part of my guard?” I asked, teasing. “Andrea would love it.”

“That’s a great idea,” he replied in all seriousness. “Max could use a lesson on quick, efficient kills.”

That was false, but I’d let Zach think he was the superior warrior for now.

I hadn’t known that Noah’s team had hacked into the security cameras in that conference room and looped in both Zach and Bennett, but apparently the two of them had watched almost the entire debacle from their phones.

Expecting corporate shenanigans, they’d gotten a gunfight, but it had been over before they had been able to decide whether to ride to the rescue.

It had shaken Zach up enough that I hadn’t been back in my bedroom in A Dorm for three minutes before he’d burst inside, pinned me to the bed, and fucked me long and slow on the top of my comforter until I was a trembling mess.

His eyes had never left mine, and he’d brought me to a toe-curling climax before I could even wash the blood off my hands.

“Did you hear from Noah?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Everything’s cleaned up, and it’ll be business as usual tomorrow. He should be home any minute.”

I hoped so. I needed him. He’d done so much for me today, at great personal risk, and I needed to see him—to feel him—to make sure he was safe.

“Zach,” I whispered.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Are you and Noah going to be okay?”

He hummed into my hair. “You need to remember, Princess, that none of us were really okay before you came back. We were just surviving, taking tiny little pieces of freedom where we could, and biding our time until we decided what we wanted to do about… everything. But now that you’re back, there’s only one thing that really matters anymore.

We’ll figure out how to handle whatever is thrown at us, as long as we stay together. ”

My bedroom door creaked open, and a familiar figure crept into the room, his blond hair shining in the faint glow of the City lights outside my window.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Noah whispered as he approached my side of the bed. “Still awake?”

“Yes,” I murmured, rolling in Zach’s arms to face him. “How’d you get in here? Did Zach give you the code?”

Noah grinned. “Of course not. I earned my way in here with my superior skills, same as he did.”

“Stop bragging and get the fuck in bed,” Zach grumbled into my shoulder. “Princess was worried about you.”

“Gladly,” Noah said, kicking off his shoes and placing his glasses on my nightstand. He wore a soft gray V-neck shirt and flannel pajama pants, and his hair was still damp from his shower, so he was now washed clean of the blood and sweat of our earlier adventures.

He slid under the covers and plastered himself to my front, while Zach remained wrapped around my backside like a warm, muscular koala. Noah placed a hand on my cheek, his long fingers caressing my skin and his thumb rubbing light circles over my freckles.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he whispered, his tone almost awed. “Sometimes I still think I’m dreaming.”

“Same, dude,” Zach grunted .

“I wanted to come to you guys so many times in those first few years,” I admitted quietly. “Then I let my anger take over. I never thought I could have this again.”

“You have us, sweetheart,” Noah replied. He pressed his lips to mine, and I sighed happily. I felt the cold bite of Zach’s lip ring on the back of my neck where he pressed a few soft kisses to my now heated skin.

I squirmed, the ache already building between my thighs.

“Woah there, Hargraves,” Zach said, chuckling. “Princess is tired. Everyone needs to sleep, so don’t get her worked up right now.”

I elbowed him. “You’re not the boss of us, Ferrero.”

“Zach’s right,” Noah said, dropping one last quick kiss on my lips before tucking my face into his solid chest. “Sleep, sweetheart. We’ll be here in the morning.”

I’d have put up more of a fight if my crashing adrenaline hadn’t already started to drag me under. I slept, pressed between them, and I dreamt of the three smiling boys who had once been my whole world.

I woke the next morning, tangled up in boys, and I didn’t hate it.

I extracted myself from Zach and Noah’s sleepy embrace, and I snuck to the bathroom to do my business and brush my teeth.

I checked my phone for news, confirming with Zepp that Hargraves was keeping the news of the loss of their most profitable company quiet for now and that our press release was ready to go on Monday.

When I returned to bed, I found the guys awake and whispering to each other across the empty space I’d vacated between them. I climbed over Noah and back into my spot because it was Saturday and no one was shooting at me, so I wanted to relax.

“Morning, Princess,” Zach said in his sexy, sleep-drenched baritone. He pulled me in for a good-morning kiss that quickly turned possessive and dirty.

“Hey,” Noah griped. “Share.”

Zach chuckled into the kiss before pulling away and slipping from the bed. “I’m going to take Bennett to the gym and let him throw some punches at me like I know he’s been dying to. ”

“You’re leaving?” I asked, and there went my lower lip into a ridiculous pout again.

Zach leaned back over the bed to nip at my lip with a growl, then he stood up, groaning and adjusting himself in his pajama pants.

“Trust me, baby girl. I know I speak for Noah when I say that the two of us are very much looking forward to working you over together in the near future”—I moaned into my pillow—“but you both deserve this time with each other. So, I am going to go distract His Royal Highness while you two… hang out.”

Noah pulled me into his arms. “Thanks, buddy. Don’t fuck up Bennett’s face—it upsets Jojo.”

Zach saluted him as he pulled his long-sleeved shirt on over his ripped, naked torso. I’d banned him from wearing shirts in my bed, and he was all too happy to comply. “Later, lovebirds.” He shut the door with a soft click, then Noah and I were alone in my bed.

I rolled over to face him. Our noses almost touched, and I lost myself in his deep blue eyes—still sans glasses, giving his face a youthful softness that reminded me of my Noah from long ago.

He pressed a kiss to my nose. “I know Zach was throwing around a bunch of innuendo just now with the subtlety of a moose, but there’s no pressure here, sweetheart. I just want to make sure you know I’m in this now. I want to be with you.”

I gave him a soft smile. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. “You want to be my boyfriend, Noah?”

“Absolutely.”

“You’re cool with my other boyfriend hanging around?”

He snorted. “He’s alright, I guess. There’s no one better suited to keep him in line than you, anyway.” He placed a kiss on my forehead as his fingers danced along the bare skin of my back between the straps of my silky tank top. “So, how about it?”

I pulled him in for a real kiss—no more of this sweet, chaste shit. I licked at the seam of his lips, and he opened immediately with a little groan. We devoured each other, and I felt the growing hardness in his pants where it was pressed against my hip.

“I say yes, Noah,” I gasped as we broke apart, both of us now breathing hard. “And I want you now. Please. ”

He rolled me to my back in a sudden move that caught me off guard. As my head hit the pillow, Noah was already on top of me, straddling my hips as he peered down at me with heat in those blue eyes that took my breath away.

“Sweetheart, I’ll give you anything you want,” he said silkily before he reached over to grab his dark-framed glasses off the nightstand and slid them onto his face. “Especially when you ask so nicely.”

He ran his hands down my body, taking me in with renewed interest now that he could see me in high definition.

My nipples were diamond points under my little tank top, and my matching shorts had ridden up so high, they were practically panties now.

He swiped his thumbs reverently over my nipples before dipping down to run his tongue across one of them, right over the silk of my shirt.

I whimpered as he pulled away.

“I know, sweet girl,” he whispered. “But I want to take my time exploring this delicious body. I’ve been dreaming about it for so long now.”

“Okay, but Noah?—”

“Put your hands above your head for me,” he said, his tone still soft but now taking a stern edge.

I did as he asked.

He leaned down to kiss me. “Good girl.”

I shivered. “Did my sweet, lovely Noah grow up to be… a little bossy in the bedroom?”

He just chuckled as he pulled my tank top over my head, dragging it up my arms. I started to pull my hands down to help him remove it when he grabbed my wrists with one strong hand. “Don’t move.”

“Noah,” I whined.

He beamed that beautiful smile down at me as he finally dislodged my shirt and tossed it away. “God, look how fucking gorgeous you are. You’re going to let me explore this beautiful body with my tongue, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Holy fuck, I was going to implode. “Yes,” I replied, swallowing hard.

“That’s what I like to hear. Hold onto the headboard, please.”

I gripped the slats above my head with the determination of a woman on a mission .

He went back to running his hands down my body, studying me intently as he cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples again. He dragged his fingertips down the taut hollow of my stomach, then he grabbed the waistband of my shorts and peeled them down my legs in one smooth motion.

“No panties? You’re going to kill me, sweetheart,” he said with a groan. “Jesus, look at you.”