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“See that?” he whispered.
He looked back over his shoulder, caught Noah shamelessly ogling the sight before him, his breath catching. His mouth hung open, like he was gasping for air.
Indy shot him a sultry smile, then reached backward between his legs and drew more cum out with his index finger. Damn, his hole was sopping wet with Noah’s juices.
“That is the single most delicious sight I have ever seen,” Noah offered in a raspy whisper. “Hot damn, baby, you were so right. Your gorgeous ass looks even more perfect with my cum dripping out of it.”
The low rumble of Noah’s voice shot straight to Indy’s balls, and everything in him purred. His hole twitched hard under Noah’s erotic gaze. It knew exactly what it wanted and so did Indy.
“Fuck me, Noah. I need you.”
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Noah’s ears buzzed. Sure, his man had said he was up for a second round, but somehow Noah had thought that would change as soon as he pulled out after coming so fucking hard. Maybe it would hurt, or Indy would realize he had gotten no pleasure out of it, or something.
But instead, he had offered Noah this unbelievably erotic sight of his twitching hole, cum leaking out of it, ready for the taking. He wanted it, wanted Noah to fuck him. The mere thought of burying his cock in that snug hole again made him shiver. His cock twitched, craved. The slick heat, the hot pressure of that tight place—he’d never felt anything like it.
Noah didn’t even think. He reached out and yanked Indy forward until his ass was in the perfect position. Indy canted his ass at the perfect angle, inviting Noah in. With one thrust, Noah plunged to the hilt, never encountering even the slightest resistance. Indy's ass was squeezing him so fucking hard, putting pressure on every single inch of his throbbing cock. He pumped his hips, the angle changing until Indy let out a deep groan.
Jackpot.
He vowed to make Indy see fucking stars before he himself came again.
Rocking his hips backward, he withdrew to his crown, then surged right back into that silky haven. Feeling his entire cock sink in till his balls slapped that perfect round ass sent stabs of rapture through his dick, to the deep core of his balls.
The pace he set was steady and deep, fluid thrusts hitting that sensitive place inside Indy spot-on. Indy pushed back his ass, met him thrust for thrust, panting and moaning in erotic sounds that spurred Noah on even further. Pleasure surged through his body, gathering in his balls, making them heavy and full all over again.
Indy was enjoying this, no doubt about it, maybe the first time in his life he was getting pleasure from being fucked. Noah felt a swell of pride that he was causing this, that he was part of a healing process that would help Indy enjoy sex again.
His hand came around Indy’s slender waist, finding his rock-hard dick dripping with precum. Noah’s thumb brushed over the slit, spreading the liquid so he could jack him off nice and smooth. He loved that his hand could easily hold Indy’s cock—like he was protecting him, taking care of him.
His hips pumped faster, his hand settling in the same rhythm. Indy was thrashing under him, so close to his release he was jerking. Noah was fucking the shit out of him, wrenching a constant stream of moans and groans from Indy’s lips. His own heart pounded, his chest rising and falling fast, his breaths ragged.
“Oh, Noah… Please!”
The pressure on Noah’s dick increased, signaling to him that Indy was tensing up before his release. He slammed home, making sure to hit that sweet spot, jerking Indy’s shaft at the same time. Indy’s breaths became erratic, hard. Noah squeezed Indy’s dick again, shoving in deep at the same time.
Indy cried out hard, a shudder tearing through his body as he erupted in Noah’s hand.
“Noah! Fuuuck!”
Thick streams of cum sprayed over Noah’s hand and the bed, eliciting a deep satisfaction in him. His body purred with approval. Damn, it felt good to make Indy come so hard.
Noah braced himself, expecting Indy to go slack any second, and he caught him when he did. Noah lowered him on the bed with his stomach on some pillows, spread his weak legs and found a perfect spot between them, sliding right back inside. He wasn’t ready to leave that ass yet, but he had the patience to wait till Indy had returned to earth.
Noah kept sliding in and out in the sweetest of rhythms. Beneath him, Indy sighed, a soft shiver rippling through his body.
“You okay, baby?” Noah asked.
“Fuck, yeah.”
He leaned up on his elbows for a better grip, picked up the pace. His cock was recovering from his second orgasm that way, well on the way to come a third time, though he’d still need time.
Hmm, maybe it would be too much for Indy. He hadn’t bottomed in a long time, and it hadn’t been easy for him. “Do you need me to stop?”
Indy kept quiet so long that Noah stilled. He cursed as a sob tore through Indy. Clenching his teeth, he pulled out, then rolled off Indy. “What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?”
Indy was still on his stomach, his hands hiding his face. His body shuddered with sobs, every single one stabbing Noah in his heart. What had he done? He reached out, put his big hand on his man’s soft curls, stroking his head.
“Please talk to me, baby.”
After what seemed like an eternity, Indy spoke. “Can you take me on your lap?”
Noah scooted farther up the bed, sat down with his back against the headboard. “Come here.”
Indy scrambled half up, deep sobs rendering him weak, so Noah carefully lifted him up under his arms and dragged him on his lap, his legs pointing sideways. Indy circled his arms around Noah, hid his face against his chest. Noah held him tight, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, stroking his back tenderly.
Whatever he had done, at least Indy still wanted to be comforted by him. Maybe he could still salvage it. If only Indy would tell him what had happened. One second he’d been recovering from what had looked like a deep orgasm, and the next second he’d been crying. All Noah had done in the meantime was continue to fuck him and…
Realization hit. He’d asked if Indy wanted to stop.
These were good tears, healing tears. The tears of someone coming to realize not everyone was an asshole who took what he wanted without giving a shit about everyone else.
“I love you, Indy. I would never do anything deliberately to hurt you.”
He kept holding him tight until Indy’s body quieted. Indy let out a shaky breath.
“I think I love you.”
Indy’s voice was barely audible, and for a second, Noah thought he’d misheard. But no, he’d heard right. His heart started a happy dance inside of him, the likes of which he’d never felt before. Like a salsa or something, all wild and hot and fucking awesome.
“You do?” he couldn’t help asking. How he wanted to see Indy’s face, but he kept hiding against Noah’s chest.
“Yeah,” was the soft reply.
“And how do you feel about that?”
Indy moved, leaned back to meet his eyes. The sweetest brown eyes stared deep into Noah’s, love radiating out of them in such overwhelming measure it made Noah’s head spin.
“I’m fucking terrified.”
That night, he once again slept between them. Well, they slept and Indy lay awake. Noah held him close, spooning him from behind, while Josh had fallen asleep holding his hand. They were naked, all three, and what should have been awkward and scary comforted him instead.
Fuck, he loved being touched by them. No one had touched Indy—Stephan—since that night, aside from medical professionals in the hospital. No one had so much as held his hand, let alone kissed him. And before that, there had only been Duncan.
He tried to think back to his childhood. Had his mom ever hugged him? Told him she loved him? If so, he couldn’t remember. She hadn’t been a bad mom, not compared to some others. He’d been well-fed, had clean clothes to wear. She didn’t usually do drugs, kept the house reasonably tidy. There were her customers, but she’d been low-key about it. He’d heard them with her, but she’d kept them separate from him, had simply told him to stay in his room.
The last year had been slowly worse before she’d sold him out. She’d gotten sloppy with her drug use, had used more than what she was allowed of the drugs she had to sell. And then she’d fucked up with that customer. Indy still couldn’t believe she’d been that stupid.
That was it. She’d had no other way to repay her debt to Duncan. So she’d sold Indy to him. Simply sold him. She’d known what Duncan would do to him. Hell, of course she knew. Everyone knew.
He’d been between two houses for four years, sleeping in his own room one night, in Duncan’s bed the next. He never knew where he’d be, would simply follow Duncan’s orders. His whole life had been Duncan, for four and a half years. Even when he’d prepared to escape, siphoning off money, he’d never aimed to betray Duncan to the cops. What he’d written down, the pics and videos he had taken, it had been insurance, nothing more. If Duncan hadn’t handed him over to Eric, if Indy hadn’t killed him, he would have kept his mouth shut. Instead, he was a man on the run.
Noah’s breath warmed his skin. Indy loved him so much, more than he’d ever thought possible. It was this big, powerful thing in his heart that demanded attention. It also fueled this equally big, powerful fear in his brain that told him to fucking run.
It wouldn't last.
It couldn't last.
Someday, Duncan’s men would find him. No matter what the world thought, the Fitzpatricks knew he was still alive. They would not stop looking, not after he’d not only killed Eric, but had gone after the whole organization by agreeing to testify. No, they’d find him. And when they did, they’d nail him to a cross and watch him die. He would not get lucky a second time.
It wasn’t that concept that scared him to death, though. It was what Duncan would do to Noah and Josh. If he found out how much they meant to Indy, he’d not just kill them. No, he’d torture them to get back at Indy, to force Indy to do what he wanted. They’d be perfect leverage, because there was nothing Indy wouldn’t do to protect them, to keep them from harm.
He should run, should leave them. He was endangering them all by staying. But dear God, how? How could he leave? They had his heart. He’d never be whole again.
Behind him, Noah stirred. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispered in his ear. “You’re all tense.”
Indy swallowed. “Nothing. Bad dream. Go back to sleep.”
Noah nuzzled his neck. “Mmm, okay. I love you.”
Tears formed in Indy’s eyes. How could he turn his back on this? “I love you, Noah. So much.”
Noah kissed his neck again, then went slack as he fell asleep.
He couldn’t walk away from the first person who had ever loved him exactly the way he was. Not when he loved him beyond words. He’d stay, for now. But at the first sign of trouble, he’d have no choice but to run.
Fuck, it would break him more than Duncan ever had.
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NO LIMITS
Don’t miss the next installment in the No Shame Series! In No Limits, we’ll follow Josh on his journey to a happy ever after:
Josh served his country and he paid the price.
A self-proclaimed basket case, he can’t imagine anyone would be interested in him. Especially not sexy, built-like-a-fucking-wall Connor.
Connor does want him, however, and the bossy cop with the massive equipment is the perfect match for Josh, even if Connor is a newbie at relationships. And sex. Dominant meets submissive, massive equipment meets eager recipient.
But when Connor’s past endangers Josh’s special friend Indy, Josh has to make an impossible choice. Love...or friendship?
No Limits is a steamy gay romance with a polyamorous relationship (no cheating) and D/s elements that ends on a cliffhanger. The story continues in No Fear, the third book in the No Shame series. All books need to be read in order. Please note the trigger warnings in the front of the book.
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SNEAK PEEK OF NO LIMITS
The house was blissfully quiet, and Josh released a slow exhale. He’d curled up on the couch with a gay romance, snuggling under a velvety soft fleece blanket. December in New York, what a fucking nightmare. Wind cutting straight through your clothes to creep into your bones, flurries whipping around the house, with the forecast predicting more snow to come in the next few days—and winter hadn’t even started yet. Couldn’t Noah have found a hospital in, say, Florida to work at? Josh pulled the blanket up high, sighing as he dove back into his book.
The doorbell rang, and Josh almost jumped up. He took a deep, steadying breath before getting up to the hallway. He recognized him through the glass in the door, and his hand froze on the doorknob.
Connor.
The cop was not in uniform this time but sported olive-green cargo pants underneath his snow-dusted black winter jacket, a grey beanie protecting his head. Connor raised his hand in an awkward wave when he noticed Josh behind the door. What did he want now?
Josh opened the door. “Officer O’Connor,” he said, his tone formal even though his pulse was speeding up.
The man was so fucking gorgeous, but Josh wasn’t making a fool out of himself by assuming anything. Even if Noah and Indy were convinced the cop was gay and into him, Josh wasn’t buying it. It had been three months since the robbery. If he’d been interested in Josh, Connor would’ve stopped by sooner. Josh couldn’t blame the cop. No one would want to date a fuck-up like Josh, let alone a man as perfect as Connor.
“Call me Connor,” the cop said. “Can I come in?”
Out of habit, Josh opened the door wide and let the man step inside. With Connor’s massive body next to him, the hallway seemed small and crowded. Connor stomped his black boots to get rid of the snow, then took off his beanie and zipped his jacket open.
“How are you?” Josh asked, not quite able to keep the concern out of his voice. “Noah said you got hit by shards of concrete two months ago. Are you fully recovered?”
Connor blinked a few times. “I’m fine. They were minor cuts that healed quickly.”
“Oh,” Josh said. “That’s good. And your partner?”
Something flashed in Connor’s eyes. “Thanks to Noah, he’s alive. It’ll be a spell before he’s back on the job, but that’s not important.”
A silence followed. Josh sighed inwardly. Was he supposed to say something? God, he sucked at social interactions like this. “Erm, Noah and Indy aren’t home,” he offered. Connor thinks Indy is a woman, he reminded himself. He’d better not fuck that up.
Connor jammed his hands into his pockets. Was he nervous as well? “That’s okay. Actually, I wanted to talk to you.”
“To me?”
“Could we maybe sit down?”
The confidence the cop had displayed on the previous two meetings had vanished. It was disconcerting, somehow. What was going on? Still, Josh nodded.
Connor took his jacket off and hung it on a coat hanger. Stupid, you should have taken his jacket, Josh berated himself. He was always too slow. Connor unlaced his boots, leaving them on the doormat, which Josh appreciated as it kept his floor clean.
Wordlessly, Josh gestured to the living room and followed Connor as he walked in. He was wearing a tight, black long sleeve shirt that accentuated every one of his powerful muscles. Josh couldn’t deny himself a quick look at the guy’s ass. Damn, the cop was packing a perfect, firm butt in those cargo pants. Well, everything about the cop was muscular and toned. Was he indeed gay, or had Noah and Indy been yanking his chain?
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked, more out of politeness than expectations. “I have homemade lemonade?”
“You make your own lemonade?”
Josh shrugged. “Sure. Beats the overly sweet store-bought stuff.”
“I’d like to try it.”
Josh frowned as he poured two glasses of lemonade in the kitchen. The cop was off-duty, so what the hell was he doing here, and what did he want to talk to him about?
He put one glass on the coffee table in front of O’Connor who had found a spot on the sofa. Josh sat in one of the reading chairs and waited, clutching his own glass.
“Did Noah say anything?” Connor finally asked.
“About what?”
“About me, or what he and I talked about in the hospital?”
“No. He only told me you were hurt but that it wasn’t serious, and that your partner needed surgery. Noah is serious about the privacy of his patients.”
“Oh, okay.” Connor dragged a hand through his hair, avoiding Josh’s look. His hair was high and tight, though a tad longer than he would have worn it as a Marine. “I’d hoped he’d talked to you.”
Josh's stomach was doing twists that were acutely uncomfortable, and his palms were getting sweaty. “You wanna maybe get to the point? You’re making me nervous, and that’s not a good thing for a guy with PTSD. Spit it out.”
O’Connor looked as if he was in front of a firing squad. What the hell was bothering him? “I wanted to ask you out,” he finally managed.
Josh barely avoided dropping his glass of lemonade, instead plunking it down on the table. Good thing they had thick, solid glassware. “You want to ask me out,” he repeated stupidly.
“Yeah. Noah said it would be okay.”
“You want to ask me out,” Josh said again, his slow-as-shit brain unable to come up with anything else.
