The doors open and we make our way inside. The music is loud compared to the silence outside. The floor thumps from the bass and all the people dancing and moving around. I look around and see that it’s dimly lit with candles. It’s almost impossible to move through the throngs of people, but Noah somehow makes his way over to the stairs where we walk upstairs to meet everyone. I search for familiar faces when I hear Noah say, “This place is insane.” He shakes Austin’s hand. “Congrats, man.”
“Your shirt isn’t even buttoned properly.” Austin points out to him while we both look at the shirt that is indeed one button up.
I smile and shrug my shoulders. “I can’t help it if he dresses like a guy on GQ. Where is Lauren?” I look over his head and around to see if I can see Lauren, but instead I find Jake. Fuck.
“Oh, shit. Is that Jake and the home-wrecker?” I motion toward the bar.
“Fuck,” Austin says right before he makes his way toward Lauren and now an angry looking Jake. I see the two of them start talking and then, Jake turning around and walking away.
“Let me introduce you to everyone,” Noah says, moving into the booth that his friends are now sitting in. “John,” he says, pointing to a guy who has his hands stretched across the couch he is sitting on, “this is Kaleigh, my girl.”
John leans forward and puts his hand out to shake mine. “Finally the one who broke his penis,” he says, laughing while he looks over at the woman who is sitting on his right. “This is my wife, Dani.”
It is me who now leans in to shake her hand.
“I never thought I would see the day that someone could tame him,” she says, sipping her drink.
“You guys are going to scare her off,” Noah says, leaning down to grab a bottle of water while he makes me a vodka cranberry. “You didn’t break my penis, I promise.” He kisses me on the nose while he continues introducing me to Cooper, who is an ex NHL player and smoking hot, and his equally hot wife, Parker.
“You guys just missed Matthew and Karrie,” John says.
“Oh, shit, sorry we were otherwise”—he looks around, trying to think of a word—“entertained.”
Dani bursts out laughing. “Since when are you shy about telling us about your banging adventures?” She nods at me. “I like you already.”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Noah says, sitting next to them while pulling me down next to him.
His arm goes to the back of the couch around my shoulders while the Cooper guy laughs out loud, inputting, “Dude, you kiss and brag.”
John leans forward to say, “Fuck, once he showed me a picture of his dick. I almost threw up.”
I lean back into the crook of his arm, laughing.
“That’s because you found out your dick was small and you knew you had no chance left in life,” he says, pointing at him with his water bottle.
John just laughs at him while Dani leans in. “Your cock is just fine. Don’t let him get to you.”
We all laugh now.
It’s then that I see Lauren walking up the stairs with Austin following right behind her.
“Hey,” I say when she is close enough. “Where have you been?” I ask, leaning over Noah to look at her, while we slide over in the booth, giving them space to sit down.
Austin sits first and then pulls Lauren down on his lap. I take in my sister, hair a little disheveled, cheeks pink.
I open my mouth and lean in. “You totally just had sex!”
She gasps loudly and looks at me, trying to deny it by shaking her head.
“Oh, yes, you did. You are glowing and have the ‘I’ve just been fucked’ face. Trust me, I know that look.” I point to myself with both fingers.
Lauren looks around to see that everyone is talking amongst themselves and the music is loud so no one is really paying attention to our conversation. “You’re crazy,” she tells me and then changes the subject.
“I’m starving,” I say loudly, and everyone agrees.
“Pizza?” Dani suggests, standing up. “Let’s go.”
We all get up to make our way outside.
We follow the gang outside while I look around the club that is getting even more busy. Walking outside, Noah makes his way to the valet, giving him his ticket and arranging to have the car delivered to him at home. I pull Lauren aside. “What did Jake want?”
She shakes her head. “Just to let me know he’s now engaged, and that I shouldn’t be dating my boss or at least that is what I got from it. After I saw the engagement ring, I zoned out.”
Some fans have spotted Cooper, and he goes over to them to take some pictures. While he’s doing that, the rest of us climb into a huge black party bus that Scarlett, the party planner, has ordered for guests who drink and don’t want to drive home.
“I can’t wait to take off these shoes,” Parker whines, propping her feet up in Cooper’s lap.
“You can wear flip-flops tomorrow when we go skating with Austin,” he tells her.
“Skating?” Lauren asks.
“Oh, yeah. I was telling them about Gabe, and since Matthew is in town and wants to run drills with Cooper, we are all meeting at the rink at noon.”
“Oh, that sounds like fun. Can I come?” John asks from his side of the bus.
“Can you skate?” Austin asks.
“Well, not like you guys, but I can keep up,” he states as Dani laughs out loud.
“Honey, I love you dearly, but you can’t skate.” Dani leans over and kisses his cheek.
“I’m coming,” Noah announces from his seat.
“You skate?” I ask him, suddenly getting hot again.
“Yeah, I played in college,” Noah says.
“He was pretty good, could have actually done it professionally if he didn’t follow in his family’s footsteps,” Cooper says.
“He was okay,” Austin puts in. “No need to get his head bigger than is possible.”
“Okay my ass, I was the second leading scorer of the teams. I had the most minutes on the defensive line.”
“I was top scorer,” Cooper says. “In case anyone is asking.” He laughs while Parker laughs at him.
We spend two hours at the pizza place, laughing over their stories from the ‘old days.’
Austin asks Lauren, “Your place or mine?”
I guess that settles the question if they are together or not.
“I’m going to Noah’s. So you can go home and have loud monkey sex without me hearing it.” I run up behind Noah, who has already flagged down a cab.
“Let’s swing by my house and grab some clothes for tomorrow,” Austin suggests, yelling at Noah to wait for them.
We wave goodbye to everyone as we cram into the cab. “You live near each other?” Lauren asks.
“I couldn’t leave my boo,” Noah jokes.
We pull up on their street, a chic, modern neighborhood, where all the houses are three stories high.
“I had no idea that you guys were neighbors,” I say to them when we get out of the cab. “There goes skinny dipping.” I blink at them while Austin fakes throwing up.
“Close the windows, you two,” Noah jokes as we walk up his steps. Once inside the house, I throw my purse on the table and he grabs my hips from behind, kissing my neck. “I think we have sex with just the shoes on this time.” His hands come up, cupping my breasts. “Besides, I believe you promised me a taste,” he says, leading me to the couch where he pushes me down and shows me exactly what he wants to taste.
When the sun comes up, we are just winding down. We are both covered in a light sweat, our chests both heaving as he falls down next to me, his cock slipping out of me,
“Fuck, it never gets old.” His hand lies on my stomach.
“I need a shower and we need to light a candle. It legit smells like sex in the room.”
“I don’t smell anything,” he says, pulling me close to his side. “Let’s rest a couple of minutes and then we can shower.”
I close my eyes. “Just a couple of minute
s,” I say as I slowly listen to his soft snores filling the room. I don’t know how long I sleep for but when I try to move I’m pinned down by Noah’s leg that is thrown across my own legs.
“Move,” I say, sliding out from under him as he moans out and falls to his stomach. We never did take that shower. I pick up our clothes and pile them on the table as I go into the kitchen and start the coffee. I grab our clothes and head upstairs to the bathroom. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but half of my stuff is here. It almost looks as if I live here. I mean, I don’t. I turn the water on, trying to think about when the last time I slept at my house was. My legs are sorer than normal. I put my head under the water while it cascades around my body. I relax under the warm water, rolling my shoulders when I feel his body behind me.
“You showered without me?” he says as he kisses the back of my neck. “We are supposed to be conserving water.” His cock now pokes me in the back.
“I’m on a sex break for the next day,” I say while his hands come up, cupping my tits and rolling my nipples. “Well, at least till tonight.” I feel his lips on my neck now smiling while his hand goes to my pussy and two fingers slip through my folds. “Okay, at least for an hour.” I push myself away from him, turning around to take him in.
His hair is half wet from the water, his chest on point with drops of water on him, some drops leading all the way down to his cock, which is ready for more. His arms shoot out, trying to get to me, but I move out of his way.
“No, vagina break!” I say to him, grabbing my soap and loofah. “Can you not get cock cramps from using it too much?” I ask him as he reaches for his own body wash.
“I don’t think that’s really a thing.” He shrugs and starts washing himself. “I mean, we have used it a lot, more than I’ve ever used it before.”
I rinse myself off and step out of his way so he can step under the water. I walk out of the shower, grabbing myself a big, fluffy towel that he has on the rack. Wrapping one around my body and another around my hair, I go to brush my teeth. I watch him as he finishes his shower, coming out and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He walks over to the counter, going to his own sink, and does his stuff. He grabs his toothbrush while watching I watch him.
“See something you like?” he asks, winking at me and proceeding to brush his teeth.
I shake my head and head into the bedroom. I dig through the clothes I have on the chair in the room. Seeing nothing I want to wear, I walk to his closet and snag a white T-shirt, throwing it on. It fits me mid-thigh. I go downstairs with the towel still wrapped around my hair. I open the blinds around the house, letting some light come in as well as some candles. The smell of sex from last night is gone. I go to the kitchen, making us coffee. I sit on the stool, grab his iPad, and scroll throw my Facebook. I see a couple of pictures from last night that John posted. There is a picture that he caught of us at the pizza parlor. I’m laughing at something that Noah just said about his dick while he leans in and his nose touches my temple while my head hides the smile that you know is on his face from the way his eyes crinkle. His jacket is around my shoulders because I was chilly. A simple picture yet something so intimate. I save the picture and send it to myself.
“I like that picture,” he says from over my shoulder. “Save it as my screensaver,” he says, going to get his coffee, then opening the fridge to grab some orange juice.
“And cancel Austin’s balls. Are you sure?” I say, smiling at the iPad.
He grabs some cereal out of the pantry and pours himself a bowl.
“I can’t believe it’s almost eleven,” I say, closing the iPad. “My body is stiff from sleeping on the couch. I’m going to go stretch,” I tell him as I get off the stool and put my cup in the sink.
“Dishwasher,” he says with his mouth full of cereal.
I roll my eyes at him and put it in the dishwasher. Shaking my head, I go to the living room, unrolling the towel from my hair, my damp hair falling down. I take my hair and braid it to the side. I start with my hands on the side, putting one arm in front of me and the other on my shoulder. I repeat with the other arm. I then bend forward with my legs together, grabbing my ankles, bringing my head to my shins, and stretching my legs. I breathe in and out when I feel his hand move my shirt up over my ass.
“We should do this naked,” he says, dropping his shorts that he is wearing.
I laugh at him as I stand up, having the shirt cover me back up.
“This is too much clothing,” he says as he pulls my shirt over my head. “Now this is so much better, don’t you think?”
I shake my head and turn around. He wants to play with fire, I’m going to burn him. So, I start my stretching again left to right. I look over my shoulder as he mimics my moves. I bend over in front of him, grabbing my ankles again. He bends his knees a little, aligning his cock with me. He bends over me.
“Is this couples’ yoga?” he asks as he starts to move his hips. “Like should I thrust into you for you to be centered?”
“Where did you learn that from?” I laugh as I’m trying not to focus on his hardness.
“I saw it in a movie once,” he says and then starts going again. “Boom.” Thrust. “Boom.” Thrust. “Boom.” Thrust. “Boom.” I’m about to open my legs and give him access when I hear a woman’s voice shrieking.
“What on earth is going on here?”
My head snaps up and I’m staring at a blond woman wearing a linen skirt and matching jacket.
My mouth opens, sending out a shriek as I jump up and cover myself with my hands. I bend over to grab the T-shirt that Noah just took off me, putting it in front of me.
“Really, Noah?” this woman asks again as I take her in. Her hair is perfectly coifed, a Chanel bag in one hand.
“Mother,” he says and my head snaps back as I take in Noah bending over to grab his shorts and placing them in front of him. He also gets in front of me, blocking me from his mother, who is not even trying to cover her eyes. “Have you ever heard of knocking? Or, I don’t know, ringing?” he says as I hold the shirt to my chest and lean into his back as I close my eyes and wish for the floor to swallow me whole.
“I did. I knocked and nothing, so I used my key,” she says, going to the couch sitting down, looking around sniffing. “What is that smell?” she says. “Aren’t you going to dismiss her?” she says, getting comfortable.
“Mother, if anyone is going to be dismissed it’s you. You can’t just barge in here.” He stops mid-sentence because her hand goes up.
“Seriously, Noah, did you not have enough last night and this morning?” She shakes her head, doing a tsking sound. “And no condom. I thought you knew better. She’s probably trying to trap you into a child or”—she looks over—“give you something.”
My back snaps and so does my head.
“Leave.” I hear Noah shout.
“No,” I say from behind him, putting my shirt on, then stepping in front of him. “For your information, I don’t want anything from him besides, well, besides all of him,” I stutter out. Nice time to get blocked for words. “You don’t even know me and yet you come in here, unannounced, and assume you know the type of person I am. Wow. I see he didn’t get that from you.” I’m about to walk away, but Noah’s hand comes out to grab mine.
“I think you need to go, Mother, and how about next time you call and not use your key. You never know how you will catch us. And there will be a next time,” he says, his hand moving around my shoulder while his shorts still cover his penis.
She eyes us both, getting up, grabbing her purse. “I would say hope to see you again, but let’s be honest, you’ll be a funny story we will tell at Christmas.” She turns and walks out of the house.
“I need to go,” I whisper, walking upstairs.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Noah
“I need to go,” she whispers, walking upstairs. How did the best two days of my life turn to shit so fast? I throw my head back, rubbing my hands
over my face. Not waiting another second, I run up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Once I get to the bedroom door I see her scurrying around the room, packing not just what she wore last night, but everything that she has here.
“What the hell is going on right now?” I ask her, walking into the room.
“Um, I think we should have a little space,” she says to the bag, going into the bathroom to get more stuff.
Walking over to the bag, I start unpacking it and putting things back where they belong. She comes out of the bathroom, her hands full of her shit, and let me say I love her shit, stopping mid-step.
“What are you doing?”
I don’t bother looking at her. I just put her clothes back on the chair in a heaping mess, some falling sideways. “I think it’s pretty self-explanatory,” I say, walking back to her, grabbing her stuff out of her hand. “There is no little fucking space.” I walk back, dumping the stuff on the counter, turning and watching her at the door of the bathroom while I lean back on the counter. “My mother is a bitch. It’s a known fact. Fuck, even my father doesn’t like her. He tolerates her, but…” I stop when I see the questions in her eyes. “My parents had me because it was the thing to do. Two hotshot lawyers creating life. It took them into a new level, but once I was here it was a level that my mother didn’t want, so I was brought up by nannies.”
Her eyes turn soft.
“My parents aren’t loving like your parents, babycakes.” I walk to her, grabbing her face in mine. “My mother will be a bitch till she closes her eyes and even then she might come back just to fuck with me. Don’t define me or us because of my mother.”
She puts her hands on mine. “She really is a bitch. It’s a good thing my parents taught me manners because—” And I stop her there by bringing my lips to hers while I squeeze her cheeks in my hands.
“Now, can we go back down and do naked yoga, please?”
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