II. Noah

PART 2

NOAH

I took a quick glance at the clock on the bedside table.

Plenty of time.

I was spread out on the bed like an offering, limbs tethered to the posts with silken restraints I’d found in the back of a kitschy adult store in Lahaina. The ties were a soft contrast to the firmness of Lior’s touch, sending shivers down my spine.

“More,” I whispered, never above begging, as Lior’s tongue traced the sensitive expanse of skin behind my knees, working its way up my thighs with purposeful patience.

“You taste delicious, baby,” he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me. “Like saltwater and sex.”

I closed my eyes. “That’s because you fucked me three ways into this morning before I died last night.”

“I must not have done a very good job if you begged me for more the moment you opened your eyes this morning.”

“Quite the opposite. You’re so good, I can’t get enough. Maybe you should try not being so good at sex.” I yipped when I felt a bite on my ass cheek. “I take it back. Please don’t ever be bad at sex because I really love it. With you. And I really love you.”

He chuckled. “I love it when you beg like this, Noah.” And then, with no more preamble than the tightening grip of his hands on my hips, he opened my ass cheeks and dove in, his tongue finding that spot that unraveled me completely.

My breath hitched, my body arching into the sensation as pleasure coiled tight within me. The world outside the four walls of our hotel room faded to nothing. There was only here, now, the unyielding press of his mouth, the sweet tension urging me toward that precipice.

“God, Lior…” The name fell from my lips like a prayer. This man knew exactly how to break me into little pieces, like the shards of glass from his stained-glass workshop.

The second release hit me harder than the first, a rush of white-hot intensity that left me gasping, shattered in the most exquisite way.

As the waves of ecstasy ebbed, leaving me spent and vulnerable, I let out a laugh. “Hotel sex,” I managed between ragged breaths, “is still the best sex in the world.”

Lior chuckled, his amusement warm against the damp skin of my thigh. “Only the best for you, baby,” he said, untangling me from my binds with gentle efficiency, his eyes holding mine with the kind of love I was still getting used to receiving.

He scooped me into his arms and pulled the bed covers over us.

Our morning might have been steeped in hedonism, but it was the quiet moments I spent in his embrace that meant everything to me.

“We should get ready so we’re not late,” he said.

“Hmm…” That was all he was getting from me after destroying my ability for cognitive activity.

He pressed his fingers against my sides, tickling me.

“Damn you. Can a guy not enjoy a moment of peace in his husband’s arms?”

Lior hooked his thumb under my chin to make me look up at him. “It was your third moment of peace that brought us here.”

I shrugged. “What can I say? You make me horny.”

Before Lior could say anything, there was an insistent knock on the door. We looked at each other.

“Are you expecting anyone?” he asked.

I shook my head, trying to hold onto the delicate thread of afterglow that still clung to me. “No,” I replied.

With a sigh, I untangled myself from the bedding and Lior’s embrace, slipping into my robe as he did the same. The fabric felt cool against my heated skin as I tied the sash around my waist, knotting it with finality.

“All right,” I said, a soft resignation in my tone as I approached the door. “Let’s see what catastrophe awaits.” I drew back the bolt and there stood Lex, Emery, and a frazzled River.

They burst into the room, a whirlwind of worry and desperation.

“They’re lost,” River repeated, his voice a notch higher than usual, “the wedding bands.”

I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I can’t find them. I looked everywhere.” River paced the room back and forth. “Adam is going to be so upset. Oh god, what if he decides he doesn’t want to marry me.” He stopped and looked at Lior. “He wouldn’t do that, would he?”

Lior shook his head. “I don’t think anything—bar a natural catastrophe happening on the island—would stop him from marrying you today.”

“Can we get married without rings?”

“You can, but you won’t need to. The rings are not lost,” I said, my tone light and sure. The room fell silent, three pairs of eyes fixed on me, searching for the joke or the lie in my words. But it was neither.

“Lior has them.” I couldn’t help but let my grin widen as I watched Lior’s expression shift from serene to mock exasperation.

Adam had insisted on Lior being the keeper of the rings, citing everyone else’s immaturity and track record for losing things.

“Of course,” River murmured, relief washing over his features so quickly it was like watching a storm clear. “I don’t know how I forgot that.” He dropped onto a nearby chair like a deflated balloon. “I’m so sorry, guys. I didn’t mean?—”

“Hey,” Lex said, crouching next to River. “It’s your wedding day. You’re allowed to feel a little out of sorts. That’s why we’re all here.”

River looked at Lex and nodded.

“Okay, now that the mystery has been solved, why don’t you all go back to your suites while my husband and I get dressed.” I turned to River. “Don’t worry, I’m not shirking my best man responsibilities. Give me thirty, and I’ll meet you in your suite.”

“Okay.” He stood, a new spring on his step, as he practically glided toward the door.

The door had barely closed behind the retreating figures of Lex, Emery, and a visibly calmer River when I spun to face Lior and let my robe slide down my body onto the carpet.

Lior’s gaze was like a heated caress and the unmissable tent in his robe gave me a new sense of urgency…or purpose, more like.

I caught him by the wrist and tugged him toward the bathroom, our feet barely touching the plush carpet as we moved.

“You heard me. You have half an hour,” I said.

“For what?”

“Shower. Now,” I commanded, my voice low and husky, leaving no room for argument.

Lior’s response was a throaty laugh, his desire evident as he allowed me to pull him into the steam-filled enclosure.

Without another word, I turned around to face the tiled wall and whispered the words I knew would finally make Lior lose all control. “Fuck me until I can’t do anything but squirm every time I sit down for the next twelve hours.”

And so, under the hot spray of water that washed over us, my husband complied, our bodies moving together at a pace set by him for him.

It was a minor miracle my body found the energy for another orgasm. It was a small one compared to the ones from last night that had made me shudder uncontrollably every time Lior massaged my prostate with his cock.

I didn’t want to leave him after we’d gotten dressed. Not when he looked like suit porn. Even if my body was well beyond sated, I could stare at my husband looking that good and smelling even better for hours.

“Go on,” he said. “Go be the best best man for River. I’ll drop the rings in your pocket when you walk down the aisle.”

I rested my hands on his waist and reached up to him on tiptoes, seeking his mouth for one last kiss.

“I love you so much, Lior.”

“I love you too, Noah.”