Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

I shake my head. “I don’t live there anymore. I have a home.”

For as long as they’ll keep me, these men are my home.

“Oh.” Robert steps back and looks down at his feet. “Okay, I’ll tell you if I see that woman. If you need anything, I’m here for you.”

When evening rolls around, I slip into my bedroom and set the bracelet in the jewelry box in the closet. Seth has it filled with gold and silver and gemstones. My dull gold bracelet looks lackluster beside it all, but it’s mine. It’s a piece of home that I carry with me.

My grandma was the only one who felt like home to me growing up. It’s strange that I haven’t thought about my parents much since moving in with the guys. I get a random text from my mother occasionally. Basically proof of life, I suppose.

When I close the drawer and turn to leave the closet, Noah stands in the doorway, watching me. I startle slightly and press my hand to my skittering heart.

“Noah.”

He steps into the closet and closes the door behind him. That little taste of fear blooms in my stomach at his serious face.

“Is something wrong?” I swallow. Dread pours through me.

“No, kitten, but we need to talk.” He closes in on me, and the moment his hand touches my cheek, my insides relax. This is Noah. He’s serious sometimes and playful others. I’ve just seen him more playfully serious lately.

His thumb smooths over my cheekbone, and he gestures with his head toward the bench. We move to it and sit next to each other.

“What do you need to talk about?” I take his hand and raise it to my lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before lifting my eyes to meet his. Already they’ve softened to that warm brown that I love.

“I don’t want to hold back tonight.”

My brow furrows. “Why would you think?—‍”

“You’re on your period, and some women get weird about having sex during.” He shrugs and his blond hair falls over his eyes, making him seem young again. “I know you played with Seth and Blake this afternoon.”

“Do you guys keep a spreadsheet or something?” I smile, but my cheeks flush warm, thinking of everything that could be on that spreadsheet.

“This whole situation works because we communicate.” Noah strokes his thumb over my lower lip. “It’s not a competition. We tell each other everything.”

“Including that we said I love you to each other?” My pulse pounds as my stomach knots.

His brown eyes are calming. “Not that, kitten. That’s ours. I know you’ll tell them you love them eventually, but until then, we can keep this one thing.”

The knot in my stomach eases.

“You don’t want to hold back tonight?” Butterflies erupt in my stomach thinking of what Noah might want to do to me.

He plays with my fingers, stroking them, rubbing them. “I want you tied so you can’t move, like on the bondage horse.”

Wetness gathers between my thighs, remembering.

His cheek brushes mine as he leans in to press his lips against my ear. “I want you open for me to use. I want to drive you so crazy with want and need you feel like you can’t take any more.”

I let out a harsh breath as my pulse quickens.

“If you leak all over the place, it doesn’t matter. I want to fuck you hard and often.”

Heat boils in me as he draws back until our faces are aligned. “I want you to give yourself fully to me tonight. Will you let me have you, kitten?”

His dark eyes search mine. My lips part and I wet them. “Anything, Noah.”

When we walk into the living room, hand in hand, Seth glances at us from the kitchen. I squeeze Noah’s hand and release it to go help Seth with dinner. When I stop beside him and look down at the island where he’s chopping vegetables, I wait for him to tell me what to do.

He stops and I lift my chin. He kisses me softly, making me yearn for more, but he pulls away before I can do anything about it.