“Well, since you put it like that, I think I could find time right now for a quickie,” I murmur, my fingers already pushing his club cut off his shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls, helping me get rid of his clothes, quickly.
He’s kicked off his boots, his shirt is on the floor, and his hands are on the button of his jeans. At the same time, I’m unbuttoning the flannel shirt I’m wearing, going much slower, because I can’t tear my eyes off of him. I got my shirt off and Noah is unhooking my bra, when he growls and takes my mouth again, freeing my breasts. The kiss grows heated, hungry as my hands latch on his jeans, pushing them down his hips and he does his best to unbutton mine. It’s not easy because we can’t stop kissing long enough to see what we’re doing.
When I get his pants down and wrap my hand around his cock, I cry out because Noah literally grabs me and throws me on the bed. He stands over me, his cock bouncing proudly, the head slick and wet. His eyes are alive with hunger and he’s got a devilish grin on his face as he grabs the legs of my pants and pulls them. I scramble to hold onto the bed as he gets rid of my jeans. Boxes of condoms are squashed under me, but I don’t even care. I can’t tear my gaze from my man. He steps into me, reaching under my legs and slings them over his shoulders, just as there is a knock on the door.
Noah growls and holds his head down, and I whimper out a broken, “No….”
“Diesel, man, are you in there?” Scorpion calls.
“This better be good,” Noah growls. Then, he pulls his pants up, carefully stuffing his fully erect cock in them as much as he can and zipping it up—the bulge plain to see and makes me so wet I moan. He bends down, pulling the comforter up from the bottom and covers my body. “Don’t move, Gorgeous,” he whispers, giving me a quick, rough kiss.
He stalks toward the door and I miss his body over me immediately.
“What?” he says as he opens the door, his displeasure evident.
“I got something I think you can use.”
“What’s that?” he asks.
“A surveillance tape that Gunner and Rebel just sent me. Didn’t you say that King was into chess?” I hear Scorpion ask.
Keeping the comforter wrapped around me, I bend down and grab Noah’s discarded shirt and pull it quickly over my head. It falls down to my thighs. Once covered, I find my pants, grabbing my panties and hurriedly putting them on.
“What are you talking about, Scorpion, I’m too busy for games,” Noah grumbles, clearly not happy being interrupted and I can’t say I am either.
“We caught him on tape. Listen to this shit,” Scorpion says excitedly as I come up beside my man. Noah looks down at me and his eyes flash. I can tell he’s not happy that I’ve moved from the bed, but when I heard my brother’s name mentioned I couldn’t just stay there.
Scorpion hits a button on his phone and then King’s voice comes over it as Scorpion plays an audio file. My eyes dilate as I clearly hear King brokering a deal, putting a hit on Chul and arranging it for when Chul comes to see him in Tennessee three weeks from now. I look up hopeful at Noah and I can see he’s grinning.
“I think that’s what they call a checkmate in chess,” Scorpion says. “Although, I’m just guessing because that shit is boring as hell.”
“Noah,” I whisper, not sure what he will do with this information, but knowing it could be useful and hoping we’re thinking along the same lines.
“Scorpion, set up a meeting with Chul. Let him know we’ve got information he wants, but to get it I’ll need something in return,” he mutters, but he’s smiling at me.
“I can do that, thanks to the information Agent Lodge fed me. I’m assuming you want that done now?”
“Damn right,” Noah says.
“Got it. I’ll just go do that now and let you get back to what you were doing,” Scorpion says and I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t turn away from Noah. I can’t. I’m mesmerized by the intensity of his stare. “Sorry to bother you, Rory. Nice legs, uhh… I mean hope you have a nice day,” he mutters, but Noah slams the door on him.
“I thought I told you to stay in the bed.”
“You did,” I answer, ending on a squeal as he picks me up in his arms.
“Next time I leave you there, Rory, stay. I don’t want my fucking men looking at your body.”
“I covered myself up, Noah,” I grumble.
“Not enough,” he mutters putting me on the bed, yet again. His hand goes down to cup my pussy and I know he can feel the heated wetness between my legs. He can also see the way his possessive hold makes me tremble. Then again, I don’t try to hide it from him.