Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

But ever since Aiden—his touch, the sound of his voice, the way his hard cock drove into me relentlessly, his strong arms wrapping around my body as if I belonged to him alone—no one else had ever come close to matching that intensity.

Now, the memory of him burned through me like a cruel, relentless ghost, vivid and raw. Meanwhile, Lexie’s gentle hands moved over me, trying to coax something from within that I no longer had to give.

When she kissed me more insistently, I forced myself to respond, to be kind, to avoid making her feel unwanted or rejected. She whispered softly, telling me that no one was watching, that I was hers, that she loved me. I wanted to believe that pretending could somehow make it easier, but instead, it only deepened the ache inside me.

Before I realized what was happening, her bikini had slipped away, and completely unaware of the storm raging in my mind, she took my hand and led me out of the hot tub. She guided me toward the thick, heated carpet in front of the fireplace, the warmth of the room contrasting with the cold turmoil inside me.

I didn’t encourage her, but I also didn’t stop her. When her warm lips brushed against my skin, planting small kisses from my chest down to my groin, I closed my eyes, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like Aiden’s mouth was there instead.

“Hell yeah, babe,” I moaned, heat pooling at the tip of my cock. “Fuck, I missed your mouth…”

Without thinking, I gripped her hair, thrusting my hips forward, driving myself into Lexie’s throat. But the moment she pulled away with a sharp gasp and our eyes locked, my heart skipped. The spell shattered instantly.

God, what have I done? And what the hell is wrong with me? My chest tightened with a mixture of longing and guilt.

She wasn’t Aiden, and this wasn’t right.

“Shit!” I practically jumped off the bed. “I’m so sorry, Lexie…”

“Is everything okay?” Her sweet expression twisted into confusion, then a quiet hurt. Finally, she looked away, voice trembling. “Did I do something wrong?”

What now?

“Hi, son,” he said smoothly. “Can we talk for a moment?”

I followed him down the hall to his office, passing rows of framed photos and trophies that gleamed in the morning light. For a brief second, I wondered if he was going to show me his cigar collection or give me another task—another line to memorize in this ongoing story of us.

But the moment the door clicked shut behind me, his smile vanished completely.

Before I could even catch my breath, his hand shot out, gripping my throat and slamming me back against the wall. The world tilted as the air was cut off, his fingers tightening cruelly.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he hissed.