Best Of Both Worlds (Colorado Black Diamonds #4)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

GRAHAM

F or the first time in a long while, I’m excited to be pushing my key into the lock of my condo. To see what is waiting for me on the other side of the door.

Instead of everything I’m feeling threatening to overwhelm me, I want to see Noah. I don’t want to avoid him.

Not after what we did in the club.

Fuck.

Thinking about it has my dick getting hard. But now is not the time for that. We need to figure out what we’re doing.

Pushing open the door, I’m met with a sight that shouldn’t make me as happy as it does.

Noah, with his bare feet kicked up on the coffee table, has a drink in hand. He’s still wearing my hat. The lights of Nashville cast him in a soft glow. He gives me a small smile.

As if to say glad you’re not avoiding me again.

“Took you long enough,” Noah says. “I was starting to think you might have some regrets.”

Closing the door behind me, I toe off my own shoes and slip out of my coat.

“No regrets.”

It’s true. No matter how wild and errant the thoughts in my head have been about Noah and my feelings for him, I don’t regret what we did.

Not for one single second.

“It just took you that long to get home then?”

I drop down onto the couch beside him, leaving space between the two of us. “Got stuck talking to Mrs. Hannigan.”

Noah barks out a laugh. “What is she doing out this late at night?”

“She was coming home from a bridge tournament. Took everyone for their money, she said.”

“Of course she did.” Noah takes a long swallow of his drink.

Suddenly feeling thirsty myself, I grab the glass from him and take my own sip, pressing my lips to the same spot his just were.

The liquid lingers on his lips. I want to lean over and kiss it off. See what he tastes like again.

Will it be as good as the first time?

Will he taste like my cum?

Will he taste like bourbon and my cum?

Fuck. It’s a heady thought. But I hold back. I’m not sure what we’re doing here. Not yet.

“You wanted to talk about this…” I wave a finger between the two of us as I kick one leg up on the couch and lean back into the cushions.

Noah swirls his drink, turning to rest his arm along the back of the couch. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Okay.”

My dick perks up, taking an interest in where this conversation might be going.

“I’m guessing you feeling what you felt tonight is a new thing for you.”

“That would be correct.” I try not to blush, feeling embarrassed that Noah is able to pin exactly what I’m thinking and feeling.

“I don’t have anyone here, so I’m thinking that maybe we could use each other.”

“Use each other how?”

Grabbing the glass again, I take another cooling drink. The bourbon is warm and smooth as it goes down. Instead of helping me, all it does is add liquid fire to my veins. Wanting more. Wanting to agree to whatever Noah is asking of me.

“You want to explore this newfound side of yourself. I could use a friends-with-benefits kind of person. And seeing as how I don’t have anyone here in Nashville?—”

“Does that mean you have someone elsewhere?” I interrupt.

A sly grin slides across his face. I guess I just showed my hand on whether I’ll accept his agreement or not. “Not anymore. I had a guy in Denver. We both knew the score. But I got injured and he met someone, so it ended. No hard feelings.”

“So I’ll be a someone for you now?” I ask.

Noah nods. “Yes. Mutual orgasms for both. You figure out what you’re feeling, we both get off. Works for me if it works for you.”

His words are casual, but they mean so much more to me. I don’t know if I could explore these newfound feelings if it were with anyone else but Noah. Even in these last few weeks, I feel like we’ve grown closer.

Neither of us are in the mood to rip each other’s throats out.

Maybe our clothes now, but we’ve put the past behind us.

The future? I’m hoping it’s going to involve a lot more of what we did at the club tonight.

“What are you thinking?” Noah throws a leg over my lap and settles onto it. My hands go to his thighs on instinct. Fuck, they feel so good.

I never thought thick, solid muscle would do it for me. But it does.

It already has me wanting to rip Noah’s clothes off.

“Why do you want to know?” I ask, staring into his hooded eyes.

Oh yeah. Whatever I’m feeling is mirrored by him too.

“Because whatever you were just thinking had this on your face.”

Noah traces his thumb over my bottom lip. Opening my mouth, I suck his thumb into my mouth.

I guess if we’re doing this, there’s no holding back now. His eyes widen as I feel his cock grow thick between the two of us.

“Thinking about getting to do more of what we did tonight with you.”

Noah closes the small distance between the two of us, brushing his lips over the shell of my ear. “Is anything off-limits?”

“No.”

I dig my fingers into his thighs, spurring him on.

“Sooo….” he starts.

The warmth of his breath has a shudder racking my body. God, I cannot wait to get naked with this man.

“Roommates with benefits?” I ask, pressing a kiss to the pounding pulse in his neck. The scruff is rough against my lips.

I fucking love it.

“Yes.” Noah rocks against me. “Care to seal it with a hand job?”

“Yes.”

There is no hesitation in my voice. All need. All want.

For Noah.

Fuck. I no longer have to hide these feelings for him. Instead of shying away, I tip my mouth up, seeking his.

Seeking another kiss that I desperately want.

I swallow Noah’s groan as he sinks his fingers into my hair. The way he twists the short strands has me thrusting my hips up to meet his.

Sitting back on his knees, Noah makes a show of undoing his jeans and pulling the zipper down. The black cotton hides what I’m desperate to see. And when he finally reveals it?

My jaw drops.

I’ve never paid attention to another man’s dick before. I never had a reason to. But damn, does Noah have a good cock.

“You like it?”

He gives himself a slow stroke. Now that it’s in front of me, all the bravado I was feeling dries up.

“I’ve never done this before,” I confess.

“I know.” Noah grabs my hand with his free one and rests it on top of his. “Do what you like. See what comes to you. We’ll go as fast or slow as you want.”

I don’t know how I ever thought that Noah was a cocky asshole. He’s already more patient with me than I ever thought he would be.

As I squeeze my hand over his, he guides our motion. I’m staring at our hands as they move up and down his cock. The head of his dick is an angry purple. A small drop of pearly, white liquid sits there.

If I had more balls, I’d lean down and lick it. But right now, I’m good feeling his hand under mine as we move along his thick shaft. Noah’s movements guide my own, and slowly but surely, they give me more confidence.

Feeling and seeing the way Noah is reacting to me gives me the boost of confidence I need, so I pull his hand off him and replace it with my own.

It’s the first time I’ve ever touched another man’s cock. The warm, soft skin. How hard he is underneath.

So fucking good.

“Just like that.” Noah is thrusting his hips up through my fist. “So good, Graham.”

Noah’s hands clasp behind my neck, and he tilts my chin up to meet him. His lips are gentle as he presses a kiss to my mouth.

But it’s too soft for what I want.

“Kiss me like you mean it.”

“Then jack me off like you mean it.”

A slow smile spreads across my face. “Only if you do it to me too.”

Noah matches my smile as he slowly undoes my jeans and pulls my cock out. My rock-hard cock.

“It’s good to know you can get it up quickly again.”

“When there’s the possibility of getting off with you? It’s easy.”

Noah’s mouth crashes against mine in a heated kiss as our fists knock into each other while we jack each other off.

Every time his hand glides over the head of my cock, another loud groan erupts from deep in my chest. It matches the hungry way we’re attacking each other’s mouths.

Desperate.

Needy.

Sinful.

Kissing Noah Fields might just be the best fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life. He knows how to kiss. How to make you come alive when his tongue touches yours.

It’s not long before the heat and sensation is rippling through me.

Ripping my mouth from his, I mutter, “So close.”

“Me too.”

Noah’s fingers dig into my shoulders as our attention turns to our cocks. His skilled hand twists just right and I’m shooting off like a fountain.

“Fuck!” I yell, throwing my head back on the couch. My movements falter, but when I feel Noah come himself, I look down, watching and seeing the evidence of his attraction to me. Of our attraction to each other.

Sweat clings to my skin as I come down from my high. As my muscles slowly release themselves of all the buildup and tension of coming with this man.

Pushing back, Noah cups my cheek in one hand and pulls my gaze to his.

“No regrets?”

“Not one.”

When it comes to this man? I don’t think I could regret anything.