No Shame: The Complete Series: Including exclusive bonus materials and deleted scenes

by Phoenix, Nora

  Indy rose up again, surged down in a controlled move. He moaned as Noah’s cock hit a sensitive spot inside that made him tingle all over. Oh, he’d discovered the perfect angle! Indy lifted his hips, rose and lowered, rose and lowered, setting a steady pace, his face drawn in fierce concentration. Hot damn, his ass was loving the shit out of Noah’s cock, the tip tagging that spot inside that made him fucking dance with pleasure.

  Beneath him, Noah groaned and tensed, his fingers digging hard into Indy’s hips. He never pulled or pushed. It felt like his hands were there to steady them both.

  Indy leaned backward, changing the angle just so and moved up and down faster.

  “Ungh!” Noah let out. He spasmed, that big chest heaving as he panted.

  Indy smiled. The man had to be close. He could feel the powerful muscles trembling beneath him.

  “You ready, big guy?” he teased, before lifting his ass and slamming down hard.

  “Oh, fuck!” Noah shouted.

  Another slam. Indy let out a curse, his pulse racing. Damn, he hit that spot again and a full-body tremor tore through his body, his legs nearly giving out. He had to angle to the right to get there. But first, he wanted to get Noah off so they could both take their time for the next round. A few fast and hard moves should do the trick.

  Indy pulled up, moved down hard and deep. Noah’s legs pulled tight under him, the muscles of his stomach taut. Noah sucked in air, gasped. Indy’s chest squeezed tight, watching his man in the throes of pleasure. He did this to him.

  Another deep thrust.

  Noah bucked, came halfway off the mattress, spasmed again, then released with a shout. He held Indy’s hips as he shot his load deep into Indy’s ass, his eyes pinched closed, his head in his neck.

  Indy lowered himself on top of his man, wanting to be held while Noah recuperated. The strong arms came around him, pulling him close. Noah’s chest rose and dipped under Indy’s cheek, the muscles still contracting every now and then with the aftereffects of his powerful release. Their torsos were slick with perspiration.

  “Damn, baby, your ass is heaven. It’s like a constant compression sleeve that fits my cock perfectly, and when you move—I’m seeing stars.”

  Noah’s words made Indy’s heart sing. What a rush it was to bring this man to his knees.

  Noah’s cock slipped out of his ass, and Indy let out a soft protest.

  “Do you want to switch?” Noah asked, his breathing returning to normal.

  Indy frowned. “What do you mean? You want me to lie on my back again?”

  “No, I mean do you want to switch…fuck me, I mean.”

  The question was so unexpected, Indy was floored. Noah had said he’d be fine with Indy topping him, but somehow the reality of that option hadn’t sunk in yet until now. He’d meant it. He was serious about letting Indy be top.

  Indy considered it. It had been an amazing experience fucking Josh. The sensation of his cock in that tight, velvet heat had been beyond anything he’d ever experienced. But it had also been nerve-racking and had fueled his insecurities about the size of his dick and the responsibility of making it a good experience for the bottom. Was that what he wanted right now?

  He’d felt so full with Noah inside of him. So complete. Like he was whole for the first time, part of something bigger and better than only himself. Nothing had ever made him feel like that, not even close. Even now, despite being so close to Noah, his body felt strangely empty. Maybe it was because he hadn’t come yet, but he was craving Noah. Craving his cock, more precisely.

  “No,” he said, his voice strong. “But thank you for offering.”

  He inched up higher on Noah’s chest, lifted his head and found the man’s soft lips, that delightful stubble sanding his skin. He licked Noah’s lower lip, sucking on it before entering his mouth with his tongue. Noah growled against his mouth, his hands dropping to Indy’s ass to knead both cheeks.

  Cum dripped out of his hole, and the sensation reminded Indy of that conversation he and Noah had in the shower. He pulled back his mouth.

  “I have something you need to see,” he said, his voice husky.

  “What could possibly be so important that I need to see it right now?” Noah all but whined.

  Indy chuckled. “Trust me. You don’t want to miss this.”

  He rolled off Noah onto the bed.

  “Sit up,” he told him.

  Noah’s curiosity was piqued, judging by his quick response to Indy’s order. He obeyed, looked at Indy with brows raised.

  Indy climbed on all fours, then turned so his ass faced Noah, pushing it back and widening his legs to give his man an unobstructed view.

  “See that?” he whispered.

  He looked back over his shoulder, caught Noah shamelessly ogling the sight before him, his breath catching. His mouth hung open, like he was gasping for air.

  Indy shot him a sultry smile, then reached backward between his legs and drew more cum out with his index finger. Damn, his hole was sopping wet with Noah’s juices.

  “That is the single most delicious sight I have ever seen,” Noah offered in a raspy whisper. “Hot damn, baby, you were so right. Your gorgeous ass looks even more perfect with my cum dripping out of it.”

  The low rumble of Noah’s voice shot straight to Indy’s balls, and everything in him purred. His hole twitched hard under Noah’s erotic gaze. It knew exactly what it wanted and so did Indy.

  “Fuck me, Noah. I need you.”

  18

  Noah’s ears buzzed. Sure, his man had said he was up for a second round, but somehow Noah had thought that would change as soon as he pulled out after coming so fucking hard. Maybe it would hurt, or Indy would realize he had gotten no pleasure out of it, or something.

  But instead, he had offered Noah this unbelievably erotic sight of his twitching hole, cum leaking out of it, ready for the taking. He wanted it, wanted Noah to fuck him. The mere thought of burying his cock in that snug hole again made him shiver. His cock twitched, craved. The slick heat, the hot pressure of that tight place—he’d never felt anything like it.

  Noah didn’t even think. He reached out and yanked Indy forward until his ass was in the perfect position. Indy canted his ass at the perfect angle, inviting Noah in. With one thrust, Noah plunged to the hilt, never encountering even the slightest resistance. Indy's ass was squeezing him so fucking hard, putting pressure on every single inch of his throbbing cock. He pumped his hips, the angle changing until Indy let out a deep groan.

  Jackpot.

  He vowed to make Indy see fucking stars before he himself came again.

  Rocking his hips backward, he withdrew to his crown, then surged right back into that silky haven. Feeling his entire cock sink in till his balls slapped that perfect round ass sent stabs of rapture through his dick, to the deep core of his balls.

  The pace he set was steady and deep, fluid thrusts hitting that sensitive place inside Indy spot-on. Indy pushed back his ass, met him thrust for thrust, panting and moaning in erotic sounds that spurred Noah on even further. Pleasure surged through his body, gathering in his balls, making them heavy and full all over again.

  Indy was enjoying this, no doubt about it, maybe the first time in his life he was getting pleasure from being fucked. Noah felt a swell of pride that he was causing this, that he was part of a healing process that would help Indy enjoy sex again.

  His hand came around Indy’s slender waist, finding his rock-hard dick dripping with precum. Noah’s thumb brushed over the slit, spreading the liquid so he could jack him off nice and smooth. He loved that his hand could easily hold Indy’s cock—like he was protecting him, taking care of him.

  His hips pumped faster, his hand settling in the same rhythm. Indy was thrashing under him, so close to his release he was jerking. Noah was fucking the shit out of him, wrenching a constant stream of moans and groans from Indy’s lips. His own heart pounded, his chest rising and falling fast, his breaths ragged.

  “Oh, Noah…
Please!”

  The pressure on Noah’s dick increased, signaling to him that Indy was tensing up before his release. He slammed home, making sure to hit that sweet spot, jerking Indy’s shaft at the same time. Indy’s breaths became erratic, hard. Noah squeezed Indy’s dick again, shoving in deep at the same time.

  Indy cried out hard, a shudder tearing through his body as he erupted in Noah’s hand.

  “Noah! Fuuuck!”

  Thick streams of cum sprayed over Noah’s hand and the bed, eliciting a deep satisfaction in him. His body purred with approval. Damn, it felt good to make Indy come so hard.

  Noah braced himself, expecting Indy to go slack any second, and he caught him when he did. Noah lowered him on the bed with his stomach on some pillows, spread his weak legs and found a perfect spot between them, sliding right back inside. He wasn’t ready to leave that ass yet, but he had the patience to wait till Indy had returned to earth.

  Noah kept sliding in and out in the sweetest of rhythms. Beneath him, Indy sighed, a soft shiver rippling through his body.

  “You okay, baby?” Noah asked.

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  He leaned up on his elbows for a better grip, picked up the pace. His cock was recovering from his second orgasm that way, well on the way to come a third time, though he’d still need time.

  Hmm, maybe it would be too much for Indy. He hadn’t bottomed in a long time, and it hadn’t been easy for him. “Do you need me to stop?”

  Indy kept quiet so long that Noah stilled. He cursed as a sob tore through Indy. Clenching his teeth, he pulled out, then rolled off Indy. “What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?”

  Indy was still on his stomach, his hands hiding his face. His body shuddered with sobs, every single one stabbing Noah in his heart. What had he done? He reached out, put his big hand on his man’s soft curls, stroking his head.

  “Please talk to me, baby.”

  After what seemed like an eternity, Indy spoke. “Can you take me on your lap?”

  Noah scooted farther up the bed, sat down with his back against the headboard. “Come here.”

  Indy scrambled half up, deep sobs rendering him weak, so Noah carefully lifted him up under his arms and dragged him on his lap, his legs pointing sideways. Indy circled his arms around Noah, hid his face against his chest. Noah held him tight, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, stroking his back tenderly.

  Whatever he had done, at least Indy still wanted to be comforted by him. Maybe he could still salvage it. If only Indy would tell him what had happened. One second he’d been recovering from what had looked like a deep orgasm, and the next second he’d been crying. All Noah had done in the meantime was continue to fuck him and…

  Realization hit. He’d asked if Indy wanted to stop.

  These were good tears, healing tears. The tears of someone coming to realize not everyone was an asshole who took what he wanted without giving a shit about everyone else.

  “I love you, Indy. I would never do anything deliberately to hurt you.”

  He kept holding him tight until Indy’s body quieted. Indy let out a shaky breath.

  “I think I love you.”

  Indy’s voice was barely audible, and for a second, Noah thought he’d misheard. But no, he’d heard right. His heart started a happy dance inside of him, the likes of which he’d never felt before. Like a salsa or something, all wild and hot and fucking awesome.

  “You do?” he couldn’t help asking. How he wanted to see Indy’s face, but he kept hiding against Noah’s chest.

  “Yeah,” was the soft reply.

  “And how do you feel about that?”

  Indy moved, leaned back to meet his eyes. The sweetest brown eyes stared deep into Noah’s, love radiating out of them in such overwhelming measure it made Noah’s head spin.

  “I’m fucking terrified.”

  * * *

  That night, he once again slept between them. Well, they slept and Indy lay awake. Noah held him close, spooning him from behind, while Josh had fallen asleep holding his hand. They were naked, all three, and what should have been awkward and scary comforted him instead.

  Fuck, he loved being touched by them. No one had touched Indy—Stephan—since that night, aside from medical professionals in the hospital. No one had so much as held his hand, let alone kissed him. And before that, there had only been Duncan.

  He tried to think back to his childhood. Had his mom ever hugged him? Told him she loved him? If so, he couldn’t remember. She hadn’t been a bad mom, not compared to some others. He’d been well-fed, had clean clothes to wear. She didn’t usually do drugs, kept the house reasonably tidy. There were her customers, but she’d been low-key about it. He’d heard them with her, but she’d kept them separate from him, had simply told him to stay in his room.

  The last year had been slowly worse before she’d sold him out. She’d gotten sloppy with her drug use, had used more than what she was allowed of the drugs she had to sell. And then she’d fucked up with that customer. Indy still couldn’t believe she’d been that stupid.

  That was it. She’d had no other way to repay her debt to Duncan. So she’d sold Indy to him. Simply sold him. She’d known what Duncan would do to him. Hell, of course she knew. Everyone knew.

  He’d been between two houses for four years, sleeping in his own room one night, in Duncan’s bed the next. He never knew where he’d be, would simply follow Duncan’s orders. His whole life had been Duncan, for four and a half years. Even when he’d prepared to escape, siphoning off money, he’d never aimed to betray Duncan to the cops. What he’d written down, the pics and videos he had taken, it had been insurance, nothing more. If Duncan hadn’t handed him over to Eric, if Indy hadn’t killed him, he would have kept his mouth shut. Instead, he was a man on the run.

  Noah’s breath warmed his skin. Indy loved him so much, more than he’d ever thought possible. It was this big, powerful thing in his heart that demanded attention. It also fueled this equally big, powerful fear in his brain that told him to fucking run.

  It wouldn't last.

  It couldn't last.

  Someday, Duncan’s men would find him. No matter what the world thought, the Fitzpatricks knew he was still alive. They would not stop looking, not after he’d not only killed Eric, but had gone after the whole organization by agreeing to testify. No, they’d find him. And when they did, they’d nail him to a cross and watch him die. He would not get lucky a second time.

  It wasn’t that concept that scared him to death, though. It was what Duncan would do to Noah and Josh. If he found out how much they meant to Indy, he’d not just kill them. No, he’d torture them to get back at Indy, to force Indy to do what he wanted. They’d be perfect leverage, because there was nothing Indy wouldn’t do to protect them, to keep them from harm.

  He should run, should leave them. He was endangering them all by staying. But dear God, how? How could he leave? They had his heart. He’d never be whole again.

  Behind him, Noah stirred. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispered in his ear. “You’re all tense.”

  Indy swallowed. “Nothing. Bad dream. Go back to sleep.”

  Noah nuzzled his neck. “Mmm, okay. I love you.”

  Tears formed in Indy’s eyes. How could he turn his back on this? “I love you, Noah. So much.”

  Noah kissed his neck again, then went slack as he fell asleep.

  He couldn’t walk away from the first person who had ever loved him exactly the way he was. Not when he loved him beyond words. He’d stay, for now. But at the first sign of trouble, he’d have no choice but to run.

  Fuck, it would break him more than Duncan ever had.

  (To be continued in No Limits…)

  Acknowledgments

  Writing a book is anything but a solitary effort. I am indebted to a whole bunch of people, so let’s hope I don’t forget anyone.

  A massive thank you to my beta readers: Kyleen, Michele, Karma, Susi, and Amanda. Your feedback made the book so m
uch better. I want to thank Kyleen and Michele especially for answering tons of questions for me, and constantly cheering me on. You rock.

  Sloan, thanks for the awesome cover and the hilarious FB banter. Please stop making all these gorgeous pre-mades, because my credit card can’t take it anymore.

  Dianne, thanks a bunch for your editorial input. I learned a lot.

  Courtney, your proofreading was invaluable. You caught a whole bunch of stuff I missed. Any remaining mistakes are wholly my fault!

  I owe a mountain of gratitude to the members of my FB group Nora’s Nook. You guys believed in me before you read one word of this book, and I cannot tell you how much that meant to me.

  A huge thank you to you as reader, for taking a chance on a new author. I hope you loved this book…and the many more that are to follow.

  My last acknowledgement is to my two real life besties. AM, your love, friendship, and support has been a constant in my life for the last years. You are and always will be my person. KJ, the universe got it right when we two met, because you’re my sister from another mother. You allow me to be myself, and damn, it feels good.

  No Limits

  1

  The house was blissfully quiet, and Josh released a slow exhale. He’d curled up on the couch with a gay romance, snuggling under a velvety soft fleece blanket. December in New York, what a fucking nightmare. Wind cutting straight through your clothes to creep into your bones, flurries whipping around the house, with the forecast predicting more snow to come in the next few days—and winter hadn’t even started yet. Couldn’t Noah have found a hospital in, say, Florida to work at? Josh pulled the blanket up high, sighing as he dove back into his book.