Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Noah
“When Bella started cursing me out in Italian, swear to God I knew she was the one right then and there,” Connor says as he bites his knuckle, like he’s reliving the moment all over again.
I laugh and shake my head as Mason calls out, “Bro, you’re saying you fell for the woman because she was a bitch to you when you didn’t open the door for her?”
Connor cuts him a sharp look. “She’s strong-willed. I like a woman who puts me in my place.”
Dallas laughs. “He likes to be bullied, just say the quiet part out loud, dude.”
Connor smiles like he can’t deny it, and everyone laughs.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing so damn hard, Mason,” Dallas says. “Angel’s nothing close to her namesake.”
Mason shrugs. “She’s hot.”
The guys erupt in cheers, and he’s not wrong. Angel was one of the women I went on a date with today, and she is incredibly beautiful.
“Same goes for Kiera.” Dallas smirks, like he’s accepted beauty instead of personality.
“And Savannah,” Landon chimes in.
That takes me by surprise. He usually doesn’t chime in to the group conversations much. I know a lot of the guys take his attitude like he thinks he’s too good to participate. Hell, maybe that is his intention.
“You’re still locking in with her, right?” Calvin asks.
“Well, yeah. She’s stuck up, but I’m not an idiot,” Landon says with a shrug.
Everyone erupts into laughter, and I notice that one typically loud voice is very quiet, the same guy who was last to come back from the dates. The one I’ve been extremely interested to hear from about how it went. So, not coming up with any sly or subtle way to bring it up, I just ask.
“How were your dates, Shane? Leaning one way or another for tomorrow?”
Shane takes a moment to look to me, and when he does, I notice he isn’t as smiley as he normally would be.
He shakes his head. “To lock in with someone, the feeling has to be mutual. I definitely only have one choice.”
That didn’t answer my question, and I’m instantly set on edge. Thankfully, he doesn’t leave me in my misery for too long before he’s continuing.
“She’s crazy about you, man. Take care of her,” Shane says.
He doesn’t need to specify or say anything more. My nerves settle, and I nod in agreement.
Andrew laughs. “Well, that look right there answered all of our questions.”
“What?” I ask.
Mason continues. “We were all wondering whose girl you were gonna steal. You definitely had your pick today.”
I scoff. “Like Shane said, a decision has to be mutual.”
“And they all mutually chose you, apart from a few,” Connor chimes in.
Several guys agree.
I mean, yeah. It felt pretty great to have that many beautiful women vying for my attention. Who wouldn’t love it? When it comes down to it, though, I’m here for the real thing. I want to be with someone who sets me on fire, makes me excited to see them. Someone I could build a life with.
The bedroom door flies open, and in walks the beautiful woman herself. I smile at Courtney, but it immediately drops when I really see the look on her face. Before I can ask what’s wrong, a sharp sting erupts on my cheek, and my head snaps to the side.
I hear several oohs from the guys as Courtney begins shouting.
“I shouldn’t be surprised. I really shouldn’t. I mean, what the fuck do you owe me, right? I thought that I’d earned your respect at the very least. Having to walk in on that shit? That was fucked up, Noah!”
Maybe I’m disoriented from the slap, or maybe I’m just really not on the same page, but I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about.
I hear the rustling of more cameramen, practically sprinting for the supposed “action” when Courtney attempts to slap me again.
Her hand misses by just a hair, and then Landon wraps her up, pinning her back against his chest and holding her hands down by her side.
“Get the fuck off me! Don’t defend this piece of shit!” she snarls at him.
Landon doesn’t seem to mind her tirade, in fact, I’d say the fucker looks amused.
I push myself to my feet, then tentatively close the distance between us, ignoring her threats and expletives until I’m face to face with her. Grabbing her cheeks, I force her gaze to meet mine. “Baby, what the hell is going on?”
She practically gnashes her teeth at me and laughs bitterly. “Why don’t you tell me what the hell is going on, Noah? Huh? Tell me how one minute we can be on a date where you’re all but spelling out that you want to be with me, and the next, you’re shoving your tongue down Savannah’s throat?”
It’s like she’s slapped me again, my head recoils from her words, and I shake my head in shock.
“What? Who the hell did you hear that from?”
“Savannah!” Courtney scoffs. “She’s in our room bragging about how you kissed her! I just…” Her words trail off, but I don’t stick around to let her finish.
On a mission, I storm out of the room and down the hall, and it doesn’t take long to find the group of girls leaving their bunk room, presumably heading for the pool.
“What the fuck?” I shout at them.
Kiera and Angel startle, but Savannah raises a bored eyebrow.
“What?”
“You told Courtney that we kissed? Why the hell would you run your mouth about some nonsense like that?” I snarl.
I can feel nearly everyone behind me, and based on the looks the girls give over my shoulder before coming back to me, it’s confirmed everyone is watching. I couldn’t give a shit right now, though.
“Why are you acting like it didn’t happen?” Savannah sneers, raking her eyes over me before sending a look full of daggers over my shoulder. I don’t have to look to know Courtney’s standing behind me.
I let out a humorless laugh and shake my head. “You’re a crazy fucking bitch! Stay away from me.”
I turn on my heel and begin to storm away when I realize Courtney is staring at me, vulnerability all over her face.
Pushing away my anger, I blow out a deep breath before going to her.
My hands grip her shoulders gently as I look her in the eye.
“Baby, you have to believe me. You are all that I’ve seen since the moment I walked into this place.
I went on six dates today and only one mattered. ”
There’s a flicker of doubt in her eyes, and I fucking hate that Savannah placed that there to begin with, but she softly nods and slips her arms beneath mine, pulling me in for a hug. Relief washes over me as I press a kiss to the top of her head and hold her tight.
“I’m sorry I hit you,” she mutters into my shirt.
I kiss her head again. “Forget it. You had every right,” I say as I look over to see Savannah and her little minions glaring at us.
I glare at her in a way that I hope conveys she better fuck the hell off before I come unglued.
Normally, I’m a calm guy, but this… this pissed me the fuck off.
I knew this experience wasn’t going to be easy, but I didn’t anticipate others attempting to sabotage me and my relationship, or at least what’s leading towards one, so soon.
I guess this will definitely make some good short-form teaser content, though.
After the chaos of… everything, everyone has kind of paired off, claiming a little section and chatting with each other as the night winds down.
“So, how are you feeling about tomorrow?” I ask Courtney as she looks up at me from my chest.
“Kinda scared,” she admits shyly.
“Why?” I ask.
She covers her face and shakes her head.
“C’mon, tell me. What is it?” I laugh lightly as she fights me, continuing to keep her face covered.
“I’m embarrassed,” she mumbles.
At least, that’s what I think she said.
“What?”
“I’m embarrassed!” she huffs, moving her hands away from her face so she’s looking at me again. “I’m worried that I freaked the hell out on you and come the ceremony tomorrow, you won’t want to be with me.”
I look at her like she’s ridiculous because she really is. “Baby, stop. You had every right to react the way you did. If Shane came back to the room bragging about making out with you, I would have beat his ass.”
She looks uncertain still as she shakes her head. “I’m not sure you could take him. Have you seen the size of his arms?”
I scoff in outrage, and she giggles when I begin tickling her. She attempts to push me away, but it doesn’t deter me, and when we finally call a truce, her soft laughter quiets as we stare up at the star-filled sky.
“How do you feel? About tomorrow? Any nerves?” she asks.
I pause only for a moment before shaking my head and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “As long as you’ll accept me, I have nothing to be nervous about.”
I tossed and turned for most the night until I finally fell asleep. A deep dream pulls me under, and I feel her warm mouth wrap around my cock. I let out a moan as I dig my hands into her hair, then feel her throat tighten as she takes me further, forcing me to groan.
“Fuck, just like that, baby,” I mutter.
She hmms around my cock before taking me even deeper. Each stroke of her tongue; each suck brings me closer and closer to the surface, and I want to fight it because I really don’t want to wake up from this dream.
Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, and I let out a breath. “Shit, Courtney. You’re doing so good, baby,” I praise as I wrap her hair in my fist, holding it tighter.
She giggles softly on my cock before pulling away and whispering, “Try again.”
Those words instantly shake away the half-dream state I’ve been floating in. No, not the words. The voice. Because that isn’t Courtney’s voice, and when I really take a look at who’s under my sheet, it takes my brain a full second to comprehend what’s going on.
“Savannah? What the fuck?” I hiss.
I hear Connor snoring like always, indicating that everyone else is asleep, and the moonlight illuminates Savannah’s face enough for me to see her playful smirk.
“Shh, you’re gonna wake the guys. Just sit back and relax,” she says, gripping the base of my cock, then moving to put her mouth on me again.
“No! What the hell? Why would you even think that would be an option after the shit you pulled today?”
She pouts, a small drop of saliva running from her lip before it hits the head of my cock. I hate how good it feels. I hate how good she looks between my legs.
Savannah must take my momentary admiration as permission because before I can stop her, she swallows me back down her throat, pushing me so far my eyes practically bug out of my head.
“Jesus Christ,” I cough as my fingers, which are still wound in her hair, tighten.
She makes a soft slurping noise as she draws herself up before pushing back down again.
Fuck, I know I should kick her out. Everything in my head is begging, screaming at me to do so.
But if a gorgeous half-naked woman crawled into your bed and started sucking you off, can you honestly tell me you’d kick her out?
Yeah, me either.
“You pissed me the fuck off today,” I whisper through clenched teeth as I use the hold I have in her hair to maneuver her up and down.
“I know,” she mutters around my cock.
“We agreed you wouldn’t say anything. That I could be the one to tell Courtney. You hurt her for the fun of it,” I snarl low, thrusting her head back and forth until I’m all but using her.
She takes it so well, too fucking well, like she was made for hate-fucking.
Her hand comes to my balls, massaging them in a way that has me curling my toes.
Oh fuck. Shit. It’s completely out of my control.
I literally lose my vision, lose my entire goddamn mind, and come hard.
Savannah swallows down every drop I have to give and then some, until I’m releasing my hold on her hair and slumping back on my bed.
I attempt to catch my breath but fail miserably, my ragged breathing filling the room.
Savannah slowly pulls away from me, and I think she’s going to run back to her room, but she surprises me instead by straddling my lap and grinding her wet pussy against my cock.
Okay, not half-naked woman. Fully naked.
My cock is already hardening again, and I don’t know how that’s even possible because I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my entire life.
Her hand wraps around my cock, then she rubs my tip through her pussy, not fully sinking herself down, though, like she’s waiting for me to make the move. Like she wants me to come to her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
Her words catch me by surprise. She doesn’t seem like the type to apologize.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I thought I didn’t have a chance, so when you kissed me first… I saw an opportunity, and I took it.”
“Is that what you call this?” I ask through clenched teeth, so much in me still desperately trying to fight… whatever the hell is going on here.
She gives me a seductive smile that makes my cock twitch as she runs it through her pussy once more. “No, baby, this is what I like to call sealing the deal.”