26. Noah
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***Noah***
I felt her coming before I saw her. Like a raging storm, she blew into the house in that tiny dress she’d worn for fucking Billy Dorn. Her eyes were twin green balls of fire as she spotted me sitting at the kitchen island. Logan was sitting on the other side of the island and Colt was leaning against the fridge. We were the picture of moody assholes. Brooke didn’t give a shit, though. She wasn’t scared of us.
“What the fuck was that, Noah? I’ve watched you throw about a million passes and you’ve never once managed to hit a fan in the stands. Which leads me to believe you nailed Billy in the face on purpose. That can’t be the case, though, because that would be the most childish, ridiculous move you’ve ever pulled and that’s more my thing than your thing. What gives?”
The dress she was wearing should’ve been a fucking crime. It was taking me longer than it should’ve to reply because all I could see were her curves. I knew what they tasted like. Billy Dorn didn’t. He never would.
“Well?” Hands on her hips, she was a vision.
“The ball slipped.” I shrugged and picked up my beer. “Accidents happen.”
Her chest and ears went bright red. Then she picked up a roll of paper towels and threw them at me. They hit my can and sent beer flying everywhere. “I guess you’re right. Accidents do happen.”
Colt snorted and she turned her dark gaze on him. He held up his hands like the whole thing with Billy hadn’t been his idea. “I didn’t throw the ball.”
“No, you just glared at the poor guy all night. With your beady little eyes!” She stomped her foot and then got a mean glint to her gaze. “I fucked him. He was such a great guy that I just knew it was meant to be and I fucked him right outside of the fair. Was that what you guys were hoping for? Or did you want him to fuck off and stay away from me? I’m not quite sure which message you’re trying to send.”
Colt growled and was halfway across the kitchen before Logan put his arm out and stopped him. “You didn’t.”
She let out an angry shout. “Of course, I didn’t!”
I’d stopped breathing, wondering how often Sinclair would get to visit me in prison. Billy would’ve been a dead man had he touched Brooke. “That’s a dangerous game, B.”
She held up both middle fingers as she backed out of the kitchen. “I’m going to stay with Aunt Karlene. You three need to figure out what crawled up your collective butt and get over it. You hurt a man tonight for no reason. You owe him an apology.”
I stared after her, feeling like I had just gone through another hurricane. I wiped beer off my face and turned to face my two best friends. Logan looked like he’d been sucking on something nasty and Colt was pacing.
“I do not have beady eyes.” He crossed his arms over his chest and then uncrossed them to jab a finger in my direction. “Something’s happened between the two of you.”
I nodded, not even considering lying. “Yeah. The night you two were away, we ended up in my bed.”
“And I hooked up with her in the backseat of my truck.” Logan shrugged. “Would’ve been more but I had to go out of town for someone. You’re welcome for me doing your job, by the way.”
I winced when he glared at me. “I’m not sorry. I’ve never had sex that came even close to sex with her. It was mind blowing a decade ago but now… Now, it’s fucking life altering.”
Colt held up his hand and scowled at me so darkly that I wondered if he’d finally punch me. Instead, he shook his head and dropped onto one of the stools next to me. “Fuck it. I’m done avoiding her then. If you two are dipping your wicks, then so am I.”
Logan sighed. “Really? Dipping our wicks?”
“Would you rather I say what I’m thinking? That you two fuckers stuck your dicks where mine belongs? That you felt her tight pussy and now it’s my fucking turn?” Colt stood up again and walked towards the front door.
“Where are you going?” I felt an insane urge to get up and race him to the door, as if Brooke would be standing on the other side and whoever got to her first got to take her.
“I’m going to get her. I happen to know Karlene took a random guy home tonight and there’s no way she’s letting Brooke interrupt her.” He shot a look back at me and Logan. “I’m going alone. I have shit to fix with her.”
He slammed the door closed behind him and I winced. Looking back at Logan, I found him frowning at me.
“What?”
He laughed and shook his head. “You didn’t have to nail him with that pass, Noah. He’s a good guy.”
“Yeah. And?” I thought of the way Brooke had been leaning into him, getting closer and closer. “I’m not sorry.”
He grinned. “Me either. And it looks like we’re all just going for it with Brooke now. This can either end up in a shit show or like something we’ve always wanted.”
“She wants us.” I swallowed down a lump of fear. “She won’t run again.”
“Right…”