Page 66 of Stable Hand

“I want to kiss you,” Noah whispered in my ear. “Ask Luke if I can.”

I moaned as my eyes flitted to Luke. His arm moved as he stroked himself underwater, heavy-lidded eyes on us.

I wasn’t sure I could actually speak. I cleared my throat. “Noah wants me to ask you something.”

Luke’s gaze locked on Noah. “What, sweetheart? What do you want?”

Noah turned his head to gaze at Luke. “I want to kiss him. Can I kiss him?”

“Oh fuck, yeah. Your sweet lips will blow his head off. Go on.”

Noah puffed out a laugh and ran his left hand to cup my jaw, turning my face. He gazed into my eyes, conveying such genuine affection and desire I couldn’t help but lean forward and press my lips against his. He gasped and opened his mouth, sliding against me with eagerness as we sank into a tender, exploring kiss.

“Oh God, you two look amazing,” Luke moaned. “Fucking perfect. My cowboy and his pony. I’m gonna come watching you.”

I glanced his way. Luke’s mouth was open, his eyes half lidded as he watched us, arm moving slowly and evenly. I moved my hand down Noah’s body until I found his full cock.

“Oh God,” Noah moaned. “Oh God.”

“What’s he doing?” Luke panted.

“He’s touching me.” Noah sighed.

“Where?” Luke asked on a small moan.

“You know where.”

Luke laughed and I smiled.

“Is your prick hard, Noah?” Luke asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you like Jensen touching your dick?” he added.

“Yes.” Noah closed his eyes. A loud groan came out of his mouth as he thrust into my grasp.

“Do you like the feel of Noah’s cock, Jensen?”

I hissed. “God, yes. He’s so sweet and hard, and I want to make him come. Like I did this morning.”

I froze suddenly and so did Noah.

“Shit,” Noah breathed.

God, I was an idiot.

“Uh,” I muttered. “Um…”

“What?” Luke said. “What did you say?”

“Nothing,” I murmured. “I want to make him come.”

“Don’t you dare. Not till I say so.”

“Lorraine made him help,” Noah said, turning to face Luke. “In the arena today.”

Luke blinked. “Fuck, really?”