“I’d have more respect for him if he rounded all three bases and stole home!” she exclaims. “Maybe he’s gay!”
I laugh as I stand from the couch and make my way down the hallway to bed. “I can assure you that he most definitely is not.”
“I’m not sure of anything yet until you come home barely able to walk. The verdict is still out on the boatman,” she yells after me.
Shaking my head, I slip out of my clothes and into a nightgown. Normally never forgoing a shower, I decide to wait a few more hours since my skin still smells like him. Crawling into bed, still buzzing from Noah and the bourbon, I let my mind remember all the events of the evening. His touch lingers on my skin. We lay in the bed of his truck for hours, exploring each other with such a carnal need, the memory of it is intoxicating.
I’m as surprised as Gwen is that he did not try and take advantage of the situation. But, being respected that way makes me want him even more. Knowing that he didn’t push for his needs but respected mine instead makes me want to give into the feelings I have for him. He pushed as far as I did, and never asked to take it any further. I know full well the need he had as he pushed me up against the door at the end of the night, He was barely able to pull himself away from me as we tried our best to satisfy an appetite I’m almost certain will never be sated.
Watching him leave was torture. I stood there for a few moments, regaining my composure from the mind-blowing evening before walking inside. Never has a man been able to make me feel the way Noah does.
When I stand next to him, I instantly grow tingly and numb. The chemistry swirls so strong I can barely think. The draw to touch him can barely be stopped. But once I do, I am at peace. I feel connected, like I am home. It’s something I have never felt before.
I just only hope I am not in over my head. As much as this man makes me feel the way you read about in books, I really shouldn’t let myself get distracted.
Chapter Seventeen
Noah
Walking in the front door of the house I share with Rex, I set my keys down on the counter and take a few deep breaths. I have never been this worked up over a woman, and I have absolutely never stopped myself from taking a home run before, either.
It’s taken everything in me to try and think about other things, but just as I start to have control over my body, I smell her perfume lingering in the cab of my truck, or remember the way she tasted cuming on my tongue, and it all starts all over again.
I hear laughter coming from the back patio and grab a beer from the fridge. Popping the top off, I head out back to find Rex and Michael still in their suits from the club. Both are a little better, or a little worse from the more than half-empty bottle of Jameson I see sitting on the table in front of them.
“Hey there, Romeo,” Rex starts off. “How was she?”
“Fuck off, Rex. Don’t be talking about my little sister that way,” Michael says.
I pull up a seat and take a long drink off my bottle, readjusting myself again at just the mere mention of her name. Rex gives me a drunken, smug grin.
Damn it, this is not good.
“That bad huh,” Rex starts.
I set my bottle down and smile. I’m not one to kiss and tell. Besides, this crowd proves to be difficult, seeing that both men would happily kick my ass if I dared to screw things up with her.
“You honestly expect me to sit here and answer any questions about my date? You’re crazier than I thought, asshole,” I laugh, picking up my bottle and continuing to take a gulp, not a sip. Something has to work to lessen the spell she has over me and the way everything about her seems to follow me home.
“You know, if you even think for a second you might screw this up one day, you better back out now,” Michael warns. “I have no problem making sure to find a way to make you disappear if need be.”
Normally I would respond with some sort of joke to break the tension, but the look the two of them are giving me makes me back up. I know that the protectiveness of a sibling is nothing to be messed with. Hell, I would never let anyone on earth mess with my sister.
“Understood.” I nod at the two of them.
“I’ve heard about your past, man,” Michael begins, filling up both his and Rex’s glasses. “As much as I’m sorry about that, I don’t want to be the shoulder she’s crying on if you decide for any reason that you can’t be the man she deserves.”
I look at Rex, surprised. He was the only one that knew anything about my past with Becky. He wasn’t sworn to secrecy, but I never thought he would go blabbing about it to anyone.
“I confess,” Rex says, slurring a little bit. “I told him. But listen …” he continues, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. “I did it because I know that if you are even thinking about anything again with any woman, then it must be legit, and I wanted him to know that.”
“Legit or not,” Michael starts, “you fuck with her, I fuck with you. End of story. You got that, southern boy?”
Trying not to glare, but failing miserably, I nod. “Yeah, I got it.”
The thrill of the night is gone. I guess I won’t need that cold shower after all after this unexpected confrontation.
“Good,” Michael says, slapping Rex on the back, which forces him to sit up straight, and then proceeds to pour me a glass. “Now that we got that out of the way. Take a shot.”
