Anything Goes

by Chara Croft

Noah wasn’t just my best friend, he was basically my other half. As far as I was concerned, what was mine was his.

Correction: I was absolutely a dick… but never to Noah. I’d sooner chug Drano. He was my ride or die, and all that worshipful adoration he was currently shining at me? That right there was why. That shit wasn’t even about him being drunk; it was just how my boy was. And fuck if I’d ever want that—or anything else about him—to change.

As far as I was concerned, Noah, by definition, was goddamn perfect just the way he was.

I mean, both fucking and Noah were necessities in my life… but nah. I shook my head, snapping out of it. Probably for the best just not to go there. For one thing, because Noah had never seemed interested in shit like that before, and for another, well, let’s just say he was so damn pretty himself that I might get confused about where to put my cock if he was in the mix.

“No one’s taking advantage of Noah. That’s just not gonna happen.” I wouldn’t let it happen. No one would be allowed to fuck with my best friend just because he lost a stupid bet. Correction: no one would be allowed to fuck with Noah for any reason.

if having Gage look at me like that was my reward for being obedient? No one was taking this collar off me. Not ever. I’d cut the bitch who tried.

Noah was so fucking sweet that making him happy was too damn easy and yet always a rush. It was kinda my favorite thing, actually. And if dick turned out to be his thing now? Then as far as I was concerned, it was gonna be my dick and only mine that he serviced.