Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Noah

I woke slowly, the comforting weight of a warm body pressed firmly against mine. My limbs felt heavy and sluggish, as if caught between sleep and wakefulness, while my mind raced, scrambling to catch fleeting fragments of memory before they slipped away entirely. Had last night really happened? Or was it just some fevered hallucination—a breakdown in the middle of a scene, Aiden taking me on stage, then again at home, and once more beneath the relentless spray of the shower until my legs could no longer hold me?

God, what was going on?

For a moment, I lay still, frozen by fear—afraid to move, afraid that if I disturbed the fragile moment, everything would unravel like a bad dream. But gradually, the pieces began to fall into place. It had truly happened. A slow, involuntary smile spread across my face before I could stop it.

Then reality hit me like a cold slap. Oh, God. I’d been a complete wreck. I’d suggested opening up, dragged Lexie into the chaos, then backed out halfway through a public, official performance, crawling back to Aiden like some broken dog. Any reasonable Dom would have punished me for three lifetimes. I braced myself for the lecture, the scolding, and the merciless punishment I probably deserved. Just thinking about it knotted my stomach in dread.

Yet, the morning hadn’t started with a reprimand. Instead, it began exactly as the night had ended—Aiden’s chest pressed firmly against my back, his arm heavy around my waist, his cock hard and hot against me. I steeled myself, waiting for the inevitable storm, but for now? For this moment, I wasn’t going to complain. I’d take whatever kindness he was willing to give and deal with the consequences later.

A rush of heat flooded through me, blood pounding in my veins. My cock stirred in response. We must have fallen asleep watching TV, and since it was Sunday, there was no rush—no practice, no classes, no obligations. Just him, just me, and this cocoon of warmth and danger I never wanted to leave.

His lips traced a slow, rough path over my shoulder blade, then climbed up across the swell of my bicep and along the line of my neck. A shiver ran through me, though I pretended to remain asleep. He bit my ear gently and murmured, his voice thick with sleep, “Time to wake up, baby boy.”

A low groan escaped me before I could stop it, and I responded by pushing my hips back, grinding against his cock. He groaned too, pressing the hard length between my cheeks, teasing me with the promise of more. I was already wide awake, needy and pliant, when he reached over to the nightstand.

The sharp pop of a cap made my heart leap. He slicked himself up, then slid two fingers inside me, stretching me carefully, with the patience of a man who wanted to savor every sound I made. My body clenched tightly around him as his fingers scissored, rubbing deep until I was panting into the pillow.

When I turned my head, his face was right there—eyes half-lidded, soft in a way I rarely saw. Our mouths met in a kiss slow and tender, heartbreakingly deep. It pulled at something inside me just as fiercely as it stirred my cock. For a few stolen breaths, we weren’t Dom and sub, coach and player—we were just two bodies wrapped around each other, pretending the world outside didn’t threaten to tear us apart.

Instead of bending me over and taking me the way he usually did, Aiden shifted me onto my back. He grabbed a pillow, lifted my hips, and settled between my legs, gazing down at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted. His cock pressed against me, slow and deliberate, stretching me open inch by inch.

I was gasping when he finally buried himself to the hilt. He rolled his hips slowly, savoring the tight squeeze of my body around him.

I clung to him, nails digging into his back as I kissed him with growing urgency—frantic, fevered—the kind of kiss that erased all thought. His steady thrusts built a rhythm that curled my toes and clenched my abs, his body grinding mine into the mattress until I was whimpering for more.

When his chest dropped against mine, the cum between us sticky and hot, our mouths found each other once more. His thrusts slowed, softened, until finally he slipped free, leaving me trembling, wrecked, but so full I could hardly think.

We lay there for what felt like minutes—kissing, touching, staring—until the first light of morning filtered through the blinds and reminded us the world outside still existed. I knew he’d send me to shower alone, wouldn’t risk letting things spiral into another round. And when he did, I went, still shaking, still aching, already missing the weight of him pressed against me.

As I stepped out of the shower, my phone buzzed. Normally, I never checked messages while we were together, but with him still upstairs, I figured one quick glance wouldn’t hurt.

Lexie.

My thumb hovered over the screen, my stomach twisting into knots. Ignoring her wouldn’t solve anything—I’d have to face her eventually. Taking a deep breath, I opened the message.

Hi, just wanted to give you some news. I told my dad you were coming and he’s thrilled. He showed your footage to a couple of NFL scouts he knows, and they’re coming to the dinner party.

My chest tightened painfully, making it hard to breathe. Oh, boy… Getting out of this was going to be a nightmare.