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“ T hat’s not all you’re good at.” Inflating an already massive ego is a dangerous thing. I’m not a thrill seeker by nature, but that’s the thing about Boy Wonder, Noah Petterson. He makes me do things I would never do. He makes me lose myself. That’s how I feel right now. Lost. Have been since that good doctor Maury Povich-ed me. This is the good type, though. A new level, though. The kind I told myself I shouldn’t have. Couldn’t have.

Noah has my head spinning, my body crying out for more of what he just gave me. I’m setting myself up for heartache. Nothing in our circumstance has changed, yet everything feels different. Half wrong, but so right.

“Lotte, are you okay? Do you want me to stop.”

Head tucked between my boobs, Noah looks up at me. Mouth carrying a slight sheen of my arousal, hair a mess. Cheeks flushed.

Damn he’s gorgeous.

“It’s safe to say that’s the last thing I want, Captain.” He grins, and returns to his ministrations. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was writing his name across my chest with his tongue.

What a foolhardy, romantic notion that would be.

“What would be?”

Not that I was capable of moving yet, but still, I freeze. “What what?”

A cute chuckle slips around the teeth currently grazing my right nipple. “You said something was romantic. What’s romantic?”

Shit.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about a book I’m reading.”

Like he’s been zapped by lightning, Noah rears back, eyes wide in shock before narrowing a mischievous smirk lights his face and he bites down.

“Books? You were thinking about books seconds after I made you come? I’m not happy, Lotte.” Impatient for further punishment me some more, I giggle and nod. “Well. Looks like l have some work to do.” Hard, he thrusts into me, pressing me into the mattress with his delicious weight. “I’m going to leave you speechless. Incapable of thought.”

“A sated simpleton?”

“Exactly.” With that he slams his lips against mine, moaning the second I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip. “Want you.” It’s a groan, deep from his throat, so rough and dry I can’t imagine it not being painful.

“Then have me.”

And he does. After leaning off the bed to retrieve a condom from his jeans, he has it on and is pushing inside me, hard and deep. Not stopping till our pelvis’s meet and my bones have turned to jello. There he pauses, falls forward, warm breath tickling my skin as he buries his face into my neck. “Feels so right inside you. So warm and tight.”

Before I can respond he starts moving. Slow at first, the slightest push and pull that allows me to stretch and take him deeper. “Lotte.”

Yes, this is what I need. I need Noah. Need him to say my name, to send ripples of wants across my skin cause the way it rumbles from his lips is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. I buck beneath him, using my body to tell him what I need. More.

“Does my greedy girl want more?” He doesn’t wait for a response which is good because his wish to render me speechless is rapidly coming to fruition. Hockey toned glutes make the perfect pillow for my feet as I wrap my legs around his waist, grip one shoulder, one perfect bicep pulling him impossibly close. With each thrust of his hips I’m drawn closer to the edge, the friction providing extra stimulation to my already over-stimulated clit.

God. It. He is just so hot. The fact this may be a regular, yet forbidden occurrence, only making it hotter. As does the way he watches over me, eyes dark and heavy, sweat dripping from his forehead as his pace increases. Almost in slow motion, one bead lands on my breast and he drops his head, moaning as he licks it away.

Holy shit.

“Come on my tits,” I demand, “Paint me.”

“Fuck Lotte.” Noah grasps my hands and stretches my arms above my head, pinning me down by the wrists. It’s almost possessed the way he pounds into me and I love it. I writhe beneath him, begging for harder and faster until he bites his lip and pulls out. With impressive coordination he releases his hold of me, tugs off the condom and unleashes. Warm thick ropes of cum hit my breasts, neck and chin, and Noah looks almost delirious as he grunts and pants, eyes darting between mine and the mess he is making of me.

“Jesus, you’re pretty.”

“Thanks, but Noah will do just fine.” Proud of his own joke, Noah sputters out an exhausted laugh that ceases when I swirl my middle and index fingers through his cum and lick it off my fingers. “Fuck, Lotte. I must be born again, cause baby, I see the light.”

“Two questions.”

Noah sits on the bright yellow stool on the opposite side of my kitchen counter, his fingers tracing lazy circles through the foam of his coffee, all but destroying the tiny puck I took way too long to create. “Before we …”

“Fucked?”

“Yeah, before we fucked, you said something about not holding me back, or tying me down. As much as I enjoy the thought of you tying me to your bed with your panties, I don’t think that’s what you meant.”

Shit. Things have been strained between Claire and I since she dropped, “ Don’t worry about Noah being alone. He never is for long.” at me. If I tell him what she said, he’ll say something, and that will make things worse. Even though I think Claire is overstepping her roles as big sister and best friend, I can’t risk that. “What’s question two?”

“You haven’t answered one yet.”

“And I’m not going too. It’s too much. So, it’s two or nothing.”

“Honestly, I’m happy to move on for now. That was too many to’s and I have taken too many pucks to the head. Also, while we were … fucking. When you lied and said you were thinking about a book, what were you really thinking about?”

“How do you know I was lying?”

Noah cocks my brow. “Easy. Your cute piggy nostrils gave it away.”

He can’t see it because of the bench, so I feel free to stamp my foot. “Fine. You were licking and kissing my boobs and I swear it felt like you were-” I stop, the blush creeping up my cheeks frying my brain.

“Spit it out, Little D. “

I can’t look at him as I say it, so I scour, pick up a dish cloth and begin wiping the bench.” It felt like … I thought you were writing your name with your tongue.”

The denial I expect doesn’t come. “I was.”

“Oh.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Noah pick an apple from the fruit bowl, taking a bite as his eyes dart between my still scrubbing fingers and my lips. “We might be doing this in secret, Lotte. But I don’t want any misunderstandings about what this is. You’re mine.”

The cloth falls from my hand. “So you were claiming me? Marking what’s yours?” I try to sound offended, when in truth I’m a whispered breath away from my third orgasm of the night.

“Exactly. If it were up to me, we would be out and proud. Every him, her, or they in Boston … and my sister, would know about us. Since you don’t want that, I’m making sure you know while we do this, you’re mine. I’m yours. Exclusively.”

I’m speechless. Noah is not.

“You can pretend all you like to be insulted, but I see the way you’re practically panting.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

Dammit, I am.

“Now.” He smirks, “Let’s go back to question one. What did my sister say to you?” I stomp again. This time he laughs. “A temper tantrum will not stop me asking. That statement had the distinct whiff of Claire about it.”

Lying again is pointless. My treacherous nostrils will only rat me out. “The night I overheard you saying how you felt about me, once you had left, she mentioned bunny season, and said I shouldn’t worry about you being alone for long. Then she implied it was better for you to not be tied down.”

Anger flashes in Noah’s eyes but is blinked away when he sees distress in mine.

“Claire is trying to protect me. To do the right thing but going about it the wrong way.”

“Why? You seem quite capable of looking after yourself.”

“And I am.” He nods, “But Mom put years and every last dollar she had into me and my hockey. That last time … when we knew she wasn’t coming home from the hospital, Claire promised her I would make it to the NHL. Since then, any time I have shown more than a passing interest in a girl, she has swooped in and gone rogue.”

Heat floods my cheeks as a jealous flame ignites. “And has there been a lot of girls to go rogue over?” Noah’s smirk tells me he knows it, but he’s kind enough to leave it alone.

“Let’s just say I’m not a saint, but I’m not the devil either. I’ve been with a lot of girls, but I’ve never been serious about anyone until-” he stops himself, blinks and clears his throat. “There has never been anyone that could distract me from hockey, and I guess she can tell things are different now.”

“Oh.” That’s an itch I want to scratch and if Noah and I were to be more than … I guess you would call us fuck buddies, I would. But we’re not. So, I don’t. “Do you still want to spend the night?” Another thing I can’t do? Watch him reply in case he shoots me down. I busy myself placing the last of the prepped meals in the fridge. I feel him behind me as I close the door, the cold air replaced by warmth and the smell of vanilla and soap and … Noah.

“I do.” His hands wrap around my waist, and he pulls me against him.

“We should probably get some sleep. Big game against the Samaritans tomorrow.”

“The Spartans,” Noah laughs as he lifts me from my feet and tosses me over his shoulder. “Will you come watch me, this time? Maybe you could wear something sexy and distract the opposition.”

“That playboy bunny costume?” Noah’s knees give way and he almost drops me.

“Maybe we should keep that for home.” Full strength returns to his limbs, and he spins me, using my feet as a pointer to Gran’s HOME wall then slapping my ass.

Two steps from the hall, there’s a rattle at the door and before Noah can place me on my feet Quinn stumbles into the room. Brady following not long after.

We freeze. They freeze. We all say, “Fuck.”