Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Noah

Since last night—since that intense, chaotic, and utterly humiliating moment—the memory had been relentless, invading every corner of my mind. It was the most insane, thrilling experience I’d ever endured, and I couldn’t shake it.

The image of coming all over Master Hale’s hands haunted me. The thought twisted my stomach into knots and sent shivers crawling down my spine, yet at the same time, it ignited a fire in places I didn’t want to admit to myself. It felt wrong. Like a betrayal. A betrayal of the trust I’d placed in Aiden, and the boundaries I believed we had carefully set.

But deep down, I knew it wasn’t betrayal. Because Aiden was right there—pleasuring me, allowing someone else to touch me, which was, in its own strange way, an act of selflessness. He was with me, above me, controlling me, reassuring me that I was safe. And I had trusted him completely. With every fiber of my being. The fear, the shame—they all burned away in the heat of that knowledge. Even though I would have given him anything, he had chosen to prioritize my pleasure. And I had completed that moment by surrendering to the sensation instead of resisting it.

I hadn’t been focused on Hale, no matter how ridiculously attractive he was. No, my eyes, my thoughts, everything was fixed on Aiden. My god, my owner. If anyone else touched me, it was only because he had permitted it. Because he wanted it. Because he wanted me. That was the only reason I could accept it—could even enjoy it.

But after it was over? Instead of pride or satisfaction, Aiden seemed… different. Withdrawn. Distant.

Had I done something wrong by letting it happen? Had I messed up by accepting Hale’s touch? Was Sir angry that I’d come in another man’s hand, even though he had given permission? Was this some kind of test I had failed without realizing it?

Worse still, I was terrified I’d already ruined everything by getting off to that man, and I was furious that Aiden had let it happen in the first place. Angry that he hadn’t kissed me. Angry, scared, and utterly unhinged.

By the time I reached the gym, my brain was already fracturing under the weight of my own thoughts. The last thing I needed was Keon and Miguel waiting for me outside the locker room like a couple of predatory hawks.

“Where the hell were you Saturday night?” Miguel asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “You went to shower before joining us at the party, and then—poof. Houdini act. By Sunday morning, nobody had heard a thing from you.”

My stomach dropped. Damn it. They’d noticed. Of course they had.