Noah (15 page)

My mouth twisted into a lazy grin.
Now we're talking
.

"What about me?" Ash frowned.

Brooklyn gave him a loud smooch. "You're our DJ and referee, of course."

*

"Do I gotta do all the fucking work?" I barked out. Grabbing Sophie by her waist, I pressed her against the wall of the pool as Daniel tried to get in between Shawn and Julian with the ball. "Cover Brook!"

"I'm free!"

Since Sophie was goddamn tiny, it didn’t take much effort to keep her in place while reaching out to wrap my fingers around Julian's wrist. I hauled him closer, panting from exertion, and positioned Sophie behind me, still pushed up against the tiles, and Julian in front of me. He was stronger, so I wrapped my arms around him.

"Let me go!" Sophie yelled.

"The fuck would I do that for?" I grunted, desperate for Julian to keep fucking still, so I bent down and bit his neck.

"Jesus!" he hissed.

"Daniel!" Tennyson held up his hand in the air, to which Danny passed the ball.

Lucia and Zane were on him like a leech.

"Motherfuck!" I snapped. Karma was a bitch with teeth, and it was my turn. Sophie's teeth sank into my shoulder blade, and I lurched forward enough so she could escape. "You better run, Sophie!"

"I've got her." Daniel swam toward her.

Julian kept squirming and pushing at my arms, and with only him around, it got…sexier. I couldn’t even blame alcohol for clouding my mind. It was all him.

His perfect little ass was distracting.

"Stop moving around," I growled in his ear.

He froze, the air around us becoming charged in an instant. My cock was pressed right fucking
there
. If I didn't let go soon, I'd have to think about baseball stats before I left the pool.

"Damn it," he whispered. "I can play unfair too, you bastard."

It hadn't been my intention to play unfair what-so-fucking-ever, but I couldn’t help myself now. It pushed me on to a new path and train of thought, and I wanted to be selfish. And greedy. I wanted a hit from my goddamn drug that was Julian.

I gripped his hips harder as arousal flooded south, and it was probably the worst time to taunt him. "You don't have an ounce of deviance in you. I doubt you could."

"Nailed it!" Daniel boomed out.

It broke the tension, but my mind was still foggy. Needing some clarity, I let go of him and dunked my head underwater.

Fuck
.

When I reached the surface again, Julian was several feet away from me, and the dare was clear in his eyes.

Fuck, fuck
.

Chapter 14

At around two in the morning, I ordered car service for Julian and me. Neither of us was fit to drive my truck home, and I couldn’t be assed to deal with Uber or cabs tonight. Back when Nicky worked for me, he'd hooked us up with drivers contracted to the agency he was at, and it was convenient. Someone would be here soon.

Lucia and Shawn had gone home, and the others were staying at the beach house, but we had a fucking cat to go home to. First day in her new home, it was probably not a stellar idea to leave her alone too long.

Julian had named her Blue at some point tonight, for the color of her eyes.

Beats Fluffy.

After hanging up the phone, I returned to the living room. Brooklyn and Asher bid everyone goodnight before heading upstairs, and I sat down next to Julian in the loveseat. On one couch, Tennyson was sprawled out with his head on Sophie's lap, and Danny and Zane were on the other looking all lovey-dovey.

Sickening.

I wanted it.

Paris was the topic, so it was easy to catch up.

"Are we doing a dinner when we get there?" Sophie asked. "I've only shot with Little Paul, so some bonding with my fellow cast wouldn’t hurt."

We had two Pauls on the set, so the kid who portrayed April's son had been nicknamed Little Paul. He was a great actor; Tennyson had found him.

"Well, you'll meet them next week," Tennyson said pensively.

I nodded. "We're shooting the scenes where your family packs your belongings."

Sophie pouted. "Is it wrong I'm on April's side?"

That was the whole mindfuck of the movie. It was about April's love for her son, and parallel to that, we had a devastated but determined family searching for her. 'Cause she was, despite all her love for her son, unfit to care for him, and her family was on a quest to take him away from her.

"I'm on April's side, too," Julian said quietly. "I get that she can't be the mother he needs, but damn. She loves him so much. Who wouldn’t want that?"

I hummed. "Sometimes it's not about what you want, though. Needs come first."

I was beginning to worry I was mixing the two up, though. For a year, I'd tried to do what was best.
Tend to needs and not only desires
. But what if what I desired was also what I needed?

As the others continued discussing the film, I distracted myself by keeping it about Paris with Julian. He'd only been there once on a school trip.

"I'm guessing you did all the boring museums then," I murmured.

"It wasn’t boring." He chuckled quietly and traced patterns on my shorts. "I heard it would take a whole week to see everything at the Louvre."

I almost forgot he'd majored in art. "You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

"No, it would be a dream come true." He grinned tiredly and shifted in his seat. His legs ended up over mine, and he snatched up a blanket before leaning back against the armrest. "When will the car be here?"

"An hour." I fanned out the blanket some more and stroked his calf. I couldn’t
not
touch him anymore. "Please your boss in Paris, and he might give you some time off to have fun at the Louvre."

I'd make sure he regretted thinking hiring him was a favor. On set here in LA, he focused on the music. He and Tennyson worked closely together, so I hadn't heard anything. But in Paris, Julian would be my bitch. He'd work harder than the other PAs just so he'd learn nepotism wasn’t always a perk.

"Should I call you sir, too?" He smirked and found my hand under the blanket. He played with my fingers absently, resting our hands on his stomach. "Or maybe Professor. You did promise to teach me the weird slang you use around sets."

Fucking hell. Images of me giving him assignments and tests flooded my brain. I did remember his fantasies. Professor and student was one of them. So was boss and employee.

"We can start right now if you want." I racked my brain for a common term as I brushed my thumb over his abs. His eyes darkened, and he swallowed hard. "What's an over?"

"Um." He drove me fucking insane with his expressive eyes. "Over easy, how you like your eggs in the morning?"

I chuckled darkly, my mind screaming at me to stop.

"Yeah, Brooklyn told me Peter's springing for a private plane for the cast and the big shots," I heard Zane say. "That’s great. Daniel and I will be waiting by the phone for a call from the adoption agency that can come when-damn-ever, and you're all going to Paris in first class. I'm stoked for y'all."

I saw my exit. I didn't wanna take it, but if Julian and I went any further, I'd attack as soon as we were home.

"Hey, guys, I'm trying to teach Julian some on-set slang," I said, clearing my throat. "He doesn't know what an over is. Any guesses? Not you, Tennyson."

He
hmphd
.

"I know," Sophie sang. She faced Julian. "It's an angle. Like, if I have my back to the camera and they film the person I'm talking to—over my shoulder."

I nodded and sat up a bit, 'cause I needed a break from Julian before I mauled him. "That’s right. So you get an F on that one, kid." I gave his leg a squeeze and then stood up. "I'll go pack up your gifts."

He'd received a bunch things for his cat from Brooklyn and Asher, gift cards from Danny and Zane, and studio time with a well-known music producer from Tennyson and Sophie. And I figured carrying out cat furniture to the front of the house would work better than baseball stats.

*

The problem was, when we got in the car to go home, I was back to not being able to stay away. He was so fucking sweet, talking excitedly—albeit sleepily—about Paris, working on a film set, seeing the sights, and being back in Europe, that I couldn’t manage any distance between us anymore.

A touch here and there, a shift, a scoot. We moved closer to where I wanted him, and he dove into a story about French food while I put my arm around him and kissed the side of his head.

Was he even aware?

It was pretty fucking clear he was still attracted to me. I wasn't that blind. But like I'd told Dr. Kendall, which was actually true, attraction wasn’t everything.

"Hey, you're that director, aren't you? You used to work a lot with Tennyson Wright?" The driver eyed me in the rearview. "And you lost your family in a plane crash."

I threw him an irritated look. "I haven't forgotten."

Julian had grown quiet and uncomfortable.

Not that the driver noticed. "Yeah, I'm a screenwriter." Of course he was. We lived in a town where drivers were screenwriters, waitresses were actresses, and bartenders were stuntmen. "Do you take scripts? I heard you're filming with Sophie Pierce now."

Julian spoke for only me to hear. "Is he serious?" He scowled and grabbed my hand.

"Unfortunately, this isn't very rare." I chuckled quietly and threaded our fingers together. Then I addressed the driver. "I assume you've heard of Asher Wright?"

"Of course," he replied.

I inclined my head. "Send your script with a pizza to his office. He'll read it."

While Julian turned his head to stifle his laughter against my neck, the driver eagerly agreed and said he'd send it first thing on Monday. After that, it was quiet again, and I returned my attention to Julian.

"Did you have a good time today?" I pressed my nose to his hair, smelling chlorine and shampoo.

"Understatement. I can't thank you enough." He was killing me. His hand slid up my thigh, and he squeezed it gently. "The only thing missing is-is, um, birthday sex."

That sent a rush of heat through me. "Are you drunk?"

"No… Just tipsy enough to have the balls to ask that of you."

I groaned under my breath as the tip of his tongue licked my neck.

"I wanna be weak tonight, Noah," he murmured. "Please?"

No fucking clue what he meant by weak, but it fit well, I supposed. 'Cause I was too weak to resist.

"Okay." I cupped the back of his head and tilted it back so I could cover his mouth with mine. At the same time, his hand landed on my crotch, and I grunted into the kiss.

I stroked his tongue with mine, sucked on his bottom lip, and struggled to hold back so I didn't end up taking him in the back of the car.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he admitted. "When're we home?"

I broke away from his mouth. He kissed down my jaw and neck, and I looked out the window long enough to see where we were. Then I took his mouth again and kissed him deeply, managing to let him know we'd be home in ten.

He moaned. "Why do you have to be so fucking sexy?"

Why can't I get you outta my fuckin' head?

I hummed, out of breath, and nipped at his jaw as I applied pressure to his hand on my cock. "Jesus fuck, you make me hard."

His breath hitched, and I pulled him in for a brutal kiss so he couldn’t reply. I didn't need his questions on my sexuality. It was as if he couldn’t understand that I found him sexy, too.

We spent the rest of the ride kissing and teasing each other senseless, not giving a shit about the driver. He certainly didn't have any more requests about scripts.

*

"My bed," I managed as he pressed me up against the wall in the hallway between our rooms. "I won't fuck you in the bed you share with your boyfriend."

"Dick. It's not like that." He scratched up my back, our teeth clashing as we kissed. "What about you, you manwhore? Don't make me feel bad when you've screwed half of LA."

The jealousy was seeping out. For both of us, it seemed.

"You're exaggerating." I pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. "And I sure as shit didn't bring any women to our fucking home."

I was pathetic. I'd had to get wasted before going home with those broads, and I'd still ended up nauseated the day after, despite bad recollections of what had happened. I'd accomplished absolutely nothing by trying to move on.

"It's not really—I mean, Nick—"

"Don't speak his fucking name." I hauled him up against the other wall and slid my hand down his shorts. "I'm still clean. Are you?" I grasped his cock and stroked it teasingly.

"Yes," he gasped. "I wouldn’t let him—I swear I've been safe. About everything."

Good
.

I dragged him into my room and pushed him down on the bed. As he yanked off my tee, I got rid of his shorts, and then I kissed my way down his body.

"Oh,
God
. Noah, I…
fuck
!"

I licked the underside of his cock, then closed my mouth over the head and took as much of him as I could. Last time I gave a blow job was in college, so I had to rely on instinct and how I liked getting them. But Julian didn't seem to have any complaints. He moaned and whimpered and cursed, and I got a steady little flow of pre-come in return.

Around the same time my jaw started aching, he cried out for me to stop and squirmed away, panting and shaking.

"Too close." He collapsed again and threw an arm over his face.

I crawled over him and kissed his chest. "Get lube, Julian. I'm taking your ass."

He nodded quickly and practically flew out of the room. In the meantime, I kneeled on the bed and stroked myself, spreading the fluids that seeped out of my cock. Then he was back, and I told him to lie down on his stomach.

His ass was fucking perfection. Tight, smooth, and soft enough to drive me wild. I spent ages tongue-fucking him, squeezing and rubbing his cheeks, and fingering him.

By the time I slicked up my cock, he was a pleading mess. He gasped for air and pushed out his ass for me, and I fisted my cock and pressed teasingly against his opening.

"Fuck, please," he groaned. "I need your cock, Noah."

I leaned over him to kiss his neck, and then I slowly pushed in. Caught between me and the mattress, he was completely at my mercy. That urge to consume him was back, and this time, I knew it wasn't going anywhere.

I screwed my eyes shut and bit into his shoulder. Forcing my way deep inside him,
feeling
him…it was out of this world.

"
Christ
." I hissed and stilled when my cock was buried. "So fucking good."

His breathing stuttered, his hands trying to grab at my legs. "I need—oh hell,
yesss
… More—I want to feel you."

"In a minute." Lifting my upper body, I palmed both his ass cheeks and watched my cock work his tight hole. "What a sight." I slowly fucked him into the mattress, mesmerized. My cock came out slick with lube, blood pulsing fast and making me more sensitive.

I needed to see him, though. Pulling out, I told him to turn over, and he was more than willing. He spread his legs for me and yanked me down on him. His kiss was hungry, deep, and filled me with both relief and pleasure. And the need for more. I pushed in once more, and I set a steady pace. I fucked him in long strokes and grabbed the headboard to fuck him harder.

"That’s it." I shuddered and dipped my head to capture his mouth with mine. "You're gonna turn me into an addict, baby."