Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

“Fuck, Madison.” Noah leans in and kisses my shoulder where he marked me before and latches on as he thrusts hard and fast within me.

My orgasm doesn’t stop. My core pulses around him, and I cry out as I tighten on him once again. He slams into me and moans as he erupts inside me.

He releases my hands and I lower them to wrap around his neck. His hand strokes my hip as he frees my leg. His other hand catches my jaw and tips my face up to his.

Leaning down, he claims my lips in a kiss that says I’m his. I can’t argue with that. He draws me back into the water and gently washes between my legs again, slowly, almost worshipful. It tugs at my heart.

When he shuts the water off, he wraps me in a towel before he quickly dries himself. His blond hair sticks up on end when he’s done. I like this version of him. He takes my towel and dries me while I stand perfectly still in front of him.

What is happening between us? Does he feel it too? Every touch is gentle and caring and almost too much to bear. I’m not supposed to be falling in love with these men. I’m supposed to be catering to the part of me I didn’t have time to explore.

But Noah… Fuck, Noah calls to something deep inside me.

He stops in front of me and straightens. His fingers trace my jaw and gently cup my bruised cheek. “Stop overthinking things.”

“I’m not?—‍”

“You are.” He reaches out and strokes down the side of my breast.

“I’ll try.” My throat doesn’t hurt as much, but my voice sounds strange to my ears.

Noah’s blond hair falls over his dark brown eyes as he smiles at me. He looks so young right now. Naked in front of me. His jaw has stubble on it, and I reach out to run my hand over it.

I want all of him.

He rubs his cheek into my hand like a cat would before turning and kissing my palm. “Let’s get dressed and get some breakfast.”

* * *

Blake

Noah leads Madison into the kitchen. She slides into the seat at the island next to me. She’s got on pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt that hides her tight little figure.

Such a shame.

“Good morning,” she says. Her voice sounds like she’s fighting off a cold. It’s husky and, combined with her floral scent, makes me hard.

“Morning.”

Noah doesn’t seem to understand the whole we should give her space thing. Even if she is living with us. I stood in the doorway earlier with a glass of water for Madison and watched him slowly drive her out of her mind. He’s gotten more time alone with her. At least more time to fuck her on his own.

I could have joined them, but in that moment, I felt like an intruder on something intimate.

There may be no rules right now. No contract to dictate what we want, but Noah deserves to have his time with her. Too frequently the women we chose treated him like a sidekick. Madison looks at him like he’s a hero, and that makes her worth ten of any of the others.

When her hand closes over my knee, my cock twitches and I turn to look at her. She doesn’t seem to want that space Seth swears she needs.

“You okay?” she asks, one brow raised.

Fuck, this girl asking me if I’m okay, like I’m the one who took a beating. I take a drink from my coffee mug and turn to watch Noah making eggs and bacon for him and Madison.

When I meet her wide blue eyes, something catches in my chest. I could look into those eyes forever. “I’m good. You?”

Her cheeks flush. She smiles, and it rips through my soul. She’s a survivor. That’s what she is now. I’m not sure she could have survived what those assholes were talking about doing to her, though. They could have broken her, and we would have never been able to reach her.

As it was, they took some of that peace out of her. That feeling that nothing bad could happen. I wish I could have followed them and made them pay for what they did. But she’s more important.

“I’m doing better.” She touches her throat in the front. “Still a little sore.”