Sophie felt Noah's hand freeze on her back where he was stroking her. She looked up at him, her head still resting on his chest. The doorbell rang again. Several times. It sounded as if someone sat on it.
She heard Noah curse under his breath.
He kissed the top of her head and started to get up.
"Stay here. I'll be right back. Whoever it is, I'll get rid of them." He said, looking down at her.
He kissed her mouth softly, slowly and oh so passionately. When he started to lean on her and it seemed he wanted to deepen their kiss… She moaned and opened her mouth for him to enter…
The doorbell rang.
Again.
She groaned in frustration and smiled when Noah did the same. He hated to be interrupted as much as she did.
He gathered the boxers from the floor and put them on. The ones she was wearing earlier. She giggled when she realized that.
He looked at her and at what she was looking at.
He smirked in that totally Noah kind of way.
So confident.
So sure of himself.
Well. He was master of the universe. Her universe at least. But if Noah set his mind to it. The universe didn't stand a chance.
"They look better on you." She said mischievously.
He looked at her and the heat she saw in those sparkling blue orbs had her tingling all over. Her body responded in an instant.
Noah groaned. He shook his head.
"I disagree. They looked better on you. Hell of a lot sexier." She barely stopped herself from moaning.
"We'll just have to agree to disagree. I definitely don't fill those things as well as you do." She murmured the last part, but he heard her anyway. He was laughing. And she blushed bright pink. Her checks felt on fire. Her blabbing mouth. God.
"Oh, baby. You might not fill them, but what's underneath…" He growled low in his throat. Damn, that got her wet. Or wetter. She was already pretty drenched.
"Like a fucking present, just waiting for me to unwrap. The juiciest, tastiest little…" Before he could finish she hid her face in his pillow. She heard him laugh and the bed dipped. He leaned on top of her and brushed away her hair so he could see her face.
"I've ever tasted." She heard him say.
Noah kissed Sophie's head and then the tip of her nose and the corner of her mouth. She moved her head to give him better access but he stopped at just a slight brush of his lips against hers.
"I have to go see who's at the door."
She pouted. "Maybe they already left." Hope and eagerness coloring her voice.
He shook his head at her and smiled. "I'll be quick."
***
He opened the door and saw Ryan, one of his closest friends standing there, leaning on the wall opposite of the door.
"Hey man. Where the Hell were you? I waited for you for an hour at the court, then I went home to change. I called you several times. That was like…" He checked his watch.
"Two hours ago. I decided to give you a little more time, in case you were hungover, but when you still didn't answer your phone I decided to check on you." He looked at him, expecting an answer.
Shit. Noah thought. He completely forgot about the standing appointment they had every week to shoot some hoops. They usually met at the basketball court at their gym, on other days they boxed, or rather practiced mixed martial arts, or just exercised on the equipment, twice a week, instead of the treadmill, they ran on the inner track, or the outer one, depending on the weather.
"You don't look hungover. So what's up? Lost your phone?" He smirked as if he knew what Noah was hiding.
"I was busy." Noah said, his face revealing nothing.
"Mhm. With what? Or shall I say with whom? 'Cause the only way you would leave me hanging was if you got laid." He looked him over.
"And by the looks of you, you seriously got some." He laughed in his face.
"Damn man." Ryan whistled. "She's a scratcher… and a biter." He started laughing at the look in Noah's eyes and the fact he had to check for himself.
"Man." Noah grunted softly. A little smile appearing on his lips.
"That good huh? Not even feeling it yet?" Ryan whistled again.
"Shut the fuck up." Noah barked at him. But Ryan didn't let it bother him. He just kept on laughing. That's what friends did, after all. If they didn't give you shit, who will?
"So, can I come in, or is she still here?" The look on Noah's face confirmed it.
"Now I'm definitely coming in." He declared and started for the door.
"Is she someone I know? Someone from last night? Did I see her?" Noah wasn't happy about this and Ryan knew it so he decided to push it a little farther, just to get Noah's reaction.
"If you didn't tire her too much last night, you think she'd be up for a threesome?" He said with a straight face.
"Well, you look overworked, maybe just a twosome then."
Noah stepped towards him with a look of thunder on his face.
"Shit." Ryan whispered. He barely stepped back and managed to avoid Noah's fist coming at him for a second time.
"Shit, Noah. I was fucking kidding. Fuck." He held his hands up in surrender. He didn't want to fight Noah. He wanted a reaction from him and he got one.
Interesting.
Noah never acted this way over a woman before. She must be really something.
Noah was a fuck 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. Like him.
Not to mention they had threesomes before. Hell and not just the two of them. The two other guys in their little group. Maddox and Talon. They stuck together through thick and thin. There used to be a fifth member of their group, but they never mentioned his name anymore.
Not after what happened. After what he did to Noah.
Ryan, Maddox and Talon rallied around Noah and got him through the worst time of his life. Of course they kicked his ass and dumped him to the curve, so to speak. None of them wanted to be friends with Marc anymore after that.
Bro code rule number one. You never, and that is stressing it, never go after you brother's girl. Never. Especially when you knew how serious he was about her. As in, wanting to get married serious. Fuck. Ryan wanted to kick that fucking asshole all over again.
"Come on, you know me. I would never… Okay scratch that… we did… quite a lot actually. Okay. Okay. Hold on." He held his hands up when Noah stepped towards him again.
"Shit man. I was gonna say something about her magical pussy, but now I'm not 'cause your ass is acting crazy. Damn. You're really gung ho for this one." Ryan started forward, nudging Noah out of the way so he could enter the foyer.
"Now is not really a good time." Grumbled Noah, trying to get Ryan to leave.
"Well, you almost kicked my ass, so I deserve a drink for that. And. You left me hanging at the court for over an hour. And. You weren't answering your phone for like three. And. Making me worry. Man I thought something happened to you. You never not answer your phone. Unless you're in a meeting, but I knew you weren't this morning sooo…"
He let the wards fall and hang in the air for what was left unsaid. He stressed the ands in his little speech so Noah wouldn't force him to leave. He really wanted to catch a glimpse of the girl that got Noah spinning.
***
"Fuck. Okay. Yeah. Come in." Noah gave in. He just hoped Sophie would stay in his room and not venture out to check why he was delayed for so long.
With any luck she would fall asleep and he would have the pleasure of waking her up again.
Damn. He looked forward to that. He had to will his cock from rising at just the thought of Sophie lying naked in his bed.
Damn. He had to get his mind on something else.
Noah went to the kitchen and Ryan followed behind. He got to the bar and poured both himself and Ryan a glass of scotch. He slid Ryan's towards him on the counter.
***
Ryan caught the glass, otherwise it would have slid right of the top with the strength Noah used to push it towards him. This was heading to a good start.
Ryan picked up his glass and drank it in one gulp. Fuck. His throat burned. This stuff was strong.
"I'm not telling you shit." Noah got straight to the point.
"Okay." He indicated to pour him another one. Noah did.
"Look. It's to protect her privacy as much as my own." He said, drinking slowly, barely making a sip.
"Okay." Ryan didn't say anything else, just took a sip. This time savoring the taste in his mouth. Noah bought only the best, but this stuff was worth every dime.
"I can't tell you who she is." He said, expecting an argument about how they always told each other everything, knowing it would never go any further.
All the men knew who each other's fucks were, if only so they wouldn't fuck the same woman, unless the brother gave permission, then you could dip your dick in whichever pussy you wanted.
If one of them said a woman was of limits for whatever reason then the others stayed clear of her like the plague. It was just an understanding they had.
It solved a lot of problems and it was easier than to fight which woman you wanted to fuck for one night. That was all it was with them, always.
They weren't the happily ever after settling down types of men. They each had their own reason for not trusting the fairer sex.
They were cynical, hardcore, coldblooded, ruthless assholes who made their own rules and broke the ones they didn't give a fuck about, and that's exactly how they liked it.
"Okay." He said again.
"Stop that shit." Noah barked.
"What?" Ryan asked innocently.
"You know what. Stop with the 'Okay' shit and just say what you have to say." He sounded frustrated and annoyed.
"I have nothing to say. If you don't want to tell me who she is, fine." Ryan waited for Noah's response. In saying nothing he was actually revealing a lot.
"Look. We don't want certain people to get involved. And if they found out, they would. Once it gets out, everyone will have an opinion and for now, we don't want that." He said quietly.
"We just want to enjoy this, whatever the Hell It is, explore how far we want to go and not worry about anyone else but us."
Okay. This was interesting.
"Hey. I get it man. This sounds pretty serious though. Without getting into too much detail, how long has this been going on for you to be this serious about her? And don't think I haven't noticed the 'we' and not 'I'. Since when do you let anyone else set the rules?" He questioned.
Noah huffed deeply. "Oh, I'm still the one in charge of the rules, but yes, she has a say. And it's been going on for a few weeks now. Well, not the sex part. That only started yesterday." He laughed at Ryan's incredulous expression.
"Yeah, I know man. So not like me. But it's different with her." He shook his head.
"She's different." He confessed.
"I can see that. Okay. I won't pry any further. You'll tell in your own time and that's fine with me. Just know that we're always there if you…" He didn't get to finish his sentence. He heard a soft feminine voice coming from the other room. Coming closer and closer.
"Noah?" She inquired softly.
"Noah? Who was at the door?" She asked as she rounded the corner.
The last thing he saw before he turned to watch her arrival was Noah's eyes turning round in a slight panic until resignation altered them into those icy blue orbs of un-penetrating steel that was his signature stare.