CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

F inn

Noah squirms and moans beneath me, reacting to my every touch. I crave him. I yearn for him. And now he is on my bed. I press my finger against his hole, and he moans.

He wants this.

And God knows, so do I.

I lurch for my bedside table and remove the lube. I squirt some on my fingers, rubbing the cold thick liquid on my fingers, so Noah does not flinch when I touch him.

My husband's face is pressed into the bed, revealing the muscles on his wide back. He is beautiful. He is mine.

His ass curves magnificently, the product of rigorous training and hockey playing.

Then I topple back and spread his cheeks again. His hole is tight and pink. I press my finger, now wet with lube against it.

"More," he whispers, as if unsure I'll go through with it.

But I want to.

I push my finger in, staring with fascination as it disappears into his body. He is hot and tight, and I suddenly doubt that the lube's temperature would have made much difference. His body pulses with heat.

I imagine what it would be to truly be inside him. God, my finger is lucky. I move it gently.

But everything makes him moan, and I know him well enough to know his moans are of pleasure. I smile and add a second finger, like I've read I should do .

I've researched this.

I want this.

And I want him to enjoy it.

I move my fingers inside his tight hole, angling for a particular place that should be even with his belly button.

And then, I find it.

It's soft and squishy, and I think it's amazing.

From Noah's reaction he also thinks it's amazing that I'm touching it, and he moans.

"You like it?"

"God, yes."

"I can stop if you prefer."

"Don't you dare stop," Noah says between pants, and I chuckle.

"I want to go inside you."

"You want to fuck me."

I blink. "I was being polite."

"While I appreciate it..." He wriggles his bottom, fucking himself on my fingers, "I would also appreciate it if you would take off your pants and—"

I remove my fingers, because undressing is a two-handed job, and I remove my pants and my briefs and my shirt for good measure, because there's no way I want him to think about Donald Duck.

I lube up my cock then direct my cock against his hole. Then I hesitate. "It will hurt."

"Should I catalogue all the ways I have been injured in the past?"

"Not by me! "

"Inside, Carrington," he mutters, then I push inside. My heart is light, because his mood has shifted, and we are just Noah and Finn again.

Noah and Finn who are joined in the most intimate manner two men can be joined.

I slide inside his tight heat. He is amazing. He is incredible.

And now I'm grunting and moaning like a madman, but Noah doesn't seem to mind. I slide in and out of his ass, moving gently, getting used to the sensation of so much heat, so much tightness.

"We should have been doing this from the beginning," I mutter.

Noah laughs helplessly into his pillow. "I like everything we do."

My heart swells. "We are good together."

"So good."

I thrust faster, harder. I direct my cock to that special part of Noah again, and then he shouts.

"Right there," he says.

"Okay." I can do that. I thrust right there.

"Harder," he says.

"On it."

"Faster."

"Totally."

Then we are flying. I move faster and harder inside him, and his moans grow louder, his hands and legs flay.

We are joined. We are one.

"I'm going to come," he says.

"Come."

And even though I said it for him, the moment I say it, I explode. My seed shoots into him, and I collapse onto that sturdy muscular back, now every bit as slick with sweat as I am sure my body is.

My heart continues to thunder and thrum, and when I pull out of him and pull him toward me, the only thing I can think is that I love him.