Page 162 of Quiet Obsession
She’s curious.
You were her first and only.
She’s yours.
Noah met my eyes then, and there was nothing other than respect and a silentyour call.
Like I didn’t fucking know it was my call.
I knew he’d give her what she wanted, wouldn’t hurt her, and after, he’d walk away. He wouldn’t try anything.
I agreed, jealousy chewing through my stomach... until I saw her come on his lips and felt her curl intome.
She moanedmyname.
Grabbedmyarms.
She wasn’t reaching for Noah. Not even when he was fucking her. She arched into me the whole time, unless I forced her against his chest to get her ready for my cock.
Even with Noah inside her, face-to-face, she was constantly searching for me. And Noah... he kept reassuring her I was right there, that I had her. He kept checking she was okay, that she was with us, whether she needed more or less.
Respectful.
Knowing, seeing, fuckingfeelingthat not even the man she dreams about could take her from me did wonders for my anxieties. It eradicated the fear of losing her, of not being enough.
Who knew allowing my best friend to fuck my girl would work like a balm over my insecurities?
I tighten my hold around her, pressing my lips to her forehead. She was perfect last night. She’s always perfect, but seeing her like that, absolutely wrecked, andstillchoosing me...
Fuck, I love her so much.
She doesn’t stir for another hour and I don’t move, not even when one message after another vibrates my phone on the nightstand.
“Morning,” she breathes, nuzzling closer, hiding somewhere between my neck and the pillow.
“Morning.”
I feel her lips part, but words don’t come and within seconds she tenses, then untangles herself from my hold,sitting up. She takes the comforter with her, hiding her naked body, cheeks crimson, eyes somewhere on my chest.
“Um... are we... are we okay?” she whispers, briefly meeting my eyes.
She looks so fucking adorable, all sleep-mussed and ruined, her neck peppered with little hickeys. There are at least a dozen because I couldn’t stop marking my territory.
She looks so fucking adorable, all uncertain and shy after getting stuffed with two cocks. I take her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing along her knuckles.
“Whose are you, Millie Baby?”
Now she looks at me, lips parting. “Yours.”
“Are you sure?”
Her eyes well with tears. “Of course, I—” She pinches her lips, holding back tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I only wantyou.”
I pull her back down. “Don’t apologize, Millie.”
“But you’re angry and—”
“I’m not angry. I just need to know it was enough and thatI’menough for you going forward because I meant what I said. I’m never sharing you again. You’re mine.”
