Page 125 of The Fake Husband Deal

Noah shook uncontrollably, a sign he was coming. I kept it all up, the thrusts, the kissing, the touching. My hand gripped the tie harder as my orgasm built inside me, and I let go, filling him the way he craved.

My sight went dark and stars filled my vision.

“Fuck, fuck, Noah,” I rasped, trying to regain my breathing.

I let go of the tie, and he released himself. His hands caressed my face, my beard, my back.

“I don’t want you to ever leave me,” he said.

“I won’t. That’s a promise.”

We stayed like that for a while until the need to go to the bathroom and clean up became too pressing.

“Have I ever told you married sex is the best?” he asked as he took a leak and then turned on the water in the shower.

I chuckled. “I’ll have to agree with you, but I think it’s you that makes it so good.”

“I was never like this, you know?”

“Like what?”

“Submissive. Letting go of control. Women expected me to take charge. Don’t get me wrong. I loved sex with women. I had fun with guys, but on the rare occasion I bottomed, I could never truly let go.”

“Maybe you didn’t trust them to take care of you.”

“Maybe. I carried the hurt from my college relationship all these years. It wasn’t healthy, and now I know that. When we met, there was something about you that spoke to me straight away.”

I grabbed the soap and lathered his skin, cleaning him from head to toe. He melted under my touch. What was it about taking care of him in that way that was almost better than sex?

We returned to the bed, discussing if we wanted to order food in or force ourselves to go out. I knew if we didn’t leave now, we’d be holed up until Monday.

The noise of the front door opening made me sit up while Noah just sighed as if he’d expected the intrusion.

“Cover up your junk, boys, because I will look, and my phone is ready. Have I told you this new phone has a super high resolution? It can catch the tiniest details.”

Ellie stumbled into my room, followed by Lex, Emery, Adam, River, Jax, Tanner, and Meatball.

I pulled the covers up to our waists, but Noah didn’t seem too worried about anyone seeing his junk.

“Is this a usual occurrence or just a rite of passage?” I asked.

“Rite of passage,” Noah said, keeping his eyes on the crowd in front of us. “How dare you come into my castle and insult my goods?”

“Castle?” Ellie asked, raising a brow.

Noah pointed at me. “He’s my dragon, I’m the princess, and unless six out of the eight of you want to be the rescue army, I suggest you respect my manhood and leave me to spend the weekend being ravished.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. I’d swear if he was standing up, those hands would be on his hips.

“No one’s joining us,” I said. “Just to be clear.”

“Not even Meatball? Look at his thighs.”

I put my arms around Noah’s waist and pulled him tighter against me. My hardening dick pressed against his back.

“Not even him.”

“Ugh, worst husband ever.”