Page 51 of Shattered Oaths

I listen for the sound of running water, assuming she’s in the shower but there’s nothing. Placing my beer down on the island, I climb the stairs, calling out her name once more. “Bella, you here?”

Still nothing.

The door to her bedroom is slightly ajar and I approach it, my hand raised and ready to knock, but I freeze when the sound of rhythmic vibrations followed by a soft, feminine moan reaches me.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I spin on my heel, ready to get the fuck out of there before she knows I was ever here, but I’m stopped once again by the sound of her voice.

“Oh fuck,Noah,” she whimpers and every drop of blood in my veins rushes south.

It’s with that sound ingrained in my brain that I do finally step away, and head straight for my shower.

Oh fuck, indeed.

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BELLA

The sound of the shower turning on in the room next to mine brings a smile to my lips which is quickly replaced with a gasp when I click the button on the toy.

The vibrations pick up speed, sending volts of pleasure shooting through me and I throw my head back against my pillow, my eyes squeezed shut as I picture Noah in his shower, his cock fisted in his hand while the water rains down on his naked body.

I knew he was listening on the other side of the door. I heard his footsteps as he climbed the stairs and my imagination had run wild with the image of him pushing the door open and taking control. But I knew he wouldn’t do that.

His low groan echoes through the walls and I push the toy against my clit, my own moan escaping me at the mental image of his hand moving up and down his thick length.

I picture a bead of pre-cum escaping the tip and him spreading it over his length with his thumb as he pumps harder, faster. My toes curl against the sheets.

“Oh, fuuuck…” I cry, the muscles in my lower abdomen coiling tighter as my orgasm approaches.

“Fuck, Bella,” his deep timbered voice rumbles through walls, muffled by the sound of the running water.

A whooshing starts in my ears, stars dancing behind my eyelids as I imagine his hand moving faster, grip tightening as his own release approaches just as fast and hard as mine. My back bows off the bed and my legs shake as I climb higher and higher before finally, I explode.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, my chest heaving, body trembling as my pussy spasms around nothing. The toy continues to vibrate against me until it’s too much and I have to remove it.

Switching it off, I toss it to the side and collapse back onto the bed, my ears ringing and heart pounding.

The shower next door switches off, encasing the house in loaded silence and a disbelieving laugh leaves me.

I can’t believe I just did that.

I’ve never done anything so bold in my life.

On shaky legs, I stand and pad quietly over to my adjoining bathroom and turn on the shower. Climbing in, I wash the sweat from my body and replay the last ten minutes in my head.

When I’m done, I wrap a towel around myself and step out. Wiping the condensation off the mirror, I pick up my hairbrush and begin working on the knots in my hair.

I’m halfway through when there’s a knock on my bedroom door and I open the bathroom door. “Come in.”

Noah steps inside, his hair still damp from his own shower and a towel slung low on his waist. His knowing gaze travels the length of me, and I can’t help but blush from head to toe.

His tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as his hungry eyes meet mine. “Hunter and Sav are grilling tonight. I said we’d be there.”

“Sure.” I shrug, feigning nonchalance. “What time?”

“We can head over at around five,” he says, running a hand through the short scruff on his jaw.