Noah (4 page)

I concede in our cookie fight, deciding I'll just buy
more tomorrow, and sit down next to him. "If I'm forced to watch
Netflix with you then you better put on
Gilmore Girls
like
you originally planned."

He looks over at me disgusted as he squints, hiding
his light brown eyes. "I'm not watching
Gilmore Girls
."

“Oh
,
please. If I had walked in two minutes later you'd be entranced
with Lorelei and Rory's latest antics. I know you better than you
think I do. You never planned on watching Kevin Hart's
stand-up."

He shrugs his shoulders, turning back to the TV.
"Fine. You're right, but I'm not starting it at season one. I'm on
season two and I want to see what happens between Rory and
Jess."

"I could always just tell you. Jess–"

"No!" he shouts
,
turning into me. He leans all of his weight
against my tiny frame as his hand covers my mouth. I get a glimpse
of the tattoos that cover his arm as the sleeve of his hoodie moves
up his forearm. "Don
’
t
you dare spoil it for me or I'll tell you what happens next on
Lost
."

I bite down on the inside of his hand so he'll
release my mouth. He winces in pain and pulls his hand away. "You
wouldn't spoil
Lost
for me, Noah. You know how much I hate
spoilers." The show has been off the air for several years and I
haven't even done a Google search to see what happens. I like to be
surprised. Spoiling a show is like skipping to the end of a good
book to see what happens to the characters. Why ruin the story for
yourself? You want to experience and feel every emotion, every
action with those characters. If you cheat and skip to the end
you're ruining the experience for yourself.

"Oh, I would, so you better not tell me shit about
what will or will not happen between Jess and Rory."

He's looking down at me with furrowed eyebrows. His
eyes are just inches from mine
,
trying to read what I'm going to do next. I inhale
his musky scent from working all day. He smells like his cologne
mixed with his natural body odor and dry sweat–something that
wouldn't be appealing to most but I love the smell of him. He's my
dirty boy...or he used to be.

Smiling up at him I start to laugh. He's so serious,
his facial expression so stern over a show that was watched by
millions of teenage girls. Watching it goes against his rebel
persona.

"What's so funny?" he asks. His weight is still
crushing me and I'm forced to fall and rest my weight on my back
because I can no longer hold myself up. He falls slightly with me,
his chest above mine as he rests in an uncomfortable angle on the
couch.

"It's just...you're getting so mad over a show that
was aired on a network watched by adolescents. It's cute."

"It's not cute. Take it back." His hands move to my
sides, sliding against my thin
tank
top over my lower stomach.

"You're right, it's adorable
,
actually. The rebellious and macho Noah
is actually a sensitive guy underneath it all. I get it now. It
explains so much."

"Oh," he howls out
,
shaking his head. "You're going to get it," he
promises. His fingers grip my waist before he starts tickling my
stomach.

I burst into a fit of giggles, squirming underneath
his hard body as I try to get away from his touch. I'm extremely
ticklish and he knows it and is using it to his advantage.

Bastard.

“Stop
…
stop
!
" I
laugh out as the tickles become slightly painful and I have the
sudden urge to pee. "Stop, please, Noah."

His hands move up my sides, giving my stomach a
break. He reaches under my armpits and continues his tickle attack.
His weight pressed on top of me is making it impossible to dodge
each move. I'm a prisoner and he's the only one who can release
me.

"Take it back and I'll stop," he orders. I continue
to wiggle underneath him as he adjusts his body, trying to stop me
from getting any leverage. My hands move to his chest and I try to
push him off me, but he's not budging. He laughs at my attempt to
push him off as I pull and shove at his hoodie. My legs fall open
and I bend my knees so I can plant my feet firmly on the sofa and
push up, but Noah is one step ahead of me. His body moves with mine
and he slips between my legs so his lower half is pressed against
me just right. His hips grind into my center and I feel something
hard underneath his sweatpants brush against my core. Suddenly, I'm
all too aware of every inch of his body.

My laughter falters as Noah stops tickling me. We're
both quiet, the only sound is our heavy breathing as I try to take
in the new compromising position we're both in. My chest moves up
and down dramatically with each breath and I watch as his eyes rake
over the heavy humps of my small breasts.

I'm just now realizing how inappropriate I'm dressed
for being alone with a guy who's not my boyfriend, but it wasn't
planned this way. It's not like I knew he was coming over
tonight.

Noah's hips move slightly, just enough for me to feel
the mammoth underneath his sweatpants and I hold back a moan,
biting my tongue to ensure no noise comes out. He feels good
pressed against me and I don
’
t want this moment to end. I want to stay here,
lying here, and explore the possibilities this position gives us.
I'm experiencing a sensory overload.

Wait, what am I thinking?

This is Noah
,
for God's sake. I can
’
t be feeling this way about him, or experiencing
perverse pleasure from his erection brushing against me. My
feelings died for Noah the moment I fell in love with Caleb, didn't
they?

Yes, they did.

I have a loving, tender, and loyal boyfriend at work
right now. I love Caleb. I shouldn't be in this position with Noah
when I already have the perfect man.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Our heads snap to the front door of the apartment and
Caleb is standing in the entryway. His briefcase is in one hand and
his suit jacket is across his forearm. His curly hair is no longer
slicked back but disheveled from a long day at work. His piercing
blue eyes are red and his eyelids are having a hard time staying
open. He looks exhausted.

Noah moves faster than I do and pushes off me,
breaking our connection. He stands up and adjusts his clothing,
probably to disguise his hard
-
on
…
which
is no big deal. It really isn't. Men get boners all the time. It
probably had absolutely nothing to do with me. It's no big
deal.

Well, I mean, it felt like a pretty big–

Why am I thinking about how big Noah is? I should be
checking on my boyfriend after his long day in the office.

I sit up on the couch and examine Caleb as he walks
over to us. "I thought you weren't going to be home tonight?"

Great, Skye
.
As if the position you were in didn
’
t look guilty enough, now you're
telling your boyfriend you didn't think he'd be home when he walked
in on you and Noah in a compromising position.

"I'm not supposed to be but Reagan, who's the lead
attorney on the case, had an emergency at home so we called it a
night. I have to be back in the office at seven
,
though." He looks between Noah and me
again. I can practically see the wheels in his brain turning. "What
were you two doing?"

Just be honest. You have nothing to hide. So what if
Noah got a hard
-
on while
tickling
me
. It was no
big deal. And when he was peering down at my breasts it was a
natural reaction. Any man would have the same one if tits were that
close to his face. Although, my tits are small so they're not that
impressive. They just look bigger because I'm so petite.

"Noah got mad when he thought I was going to spoil
Gilmore Girls
for him. I was about to tell him what happens
between Rory and Jess and he attacked me, tickling me into
submission."

"Tell that story again and next time I'll tickle you
until you pee," Noah chimes in.

"Dude, really," Caleb replies, smirking at Noah as he
shakes his head in amusement. "You attacked my girlfriend because
you didn't want her to spoil a show for you. Lame, bro."

Caleb walks towards us in the living room and
set
s
his briefcase and
suit jacket down on the glass end table above the safe. He sits
down next to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me
into his side. "Besides, you shouldn
’
t get too attached to Jess. He
’
s gone before the series is over."

I can't help but laugh, disguising it with a fit of
coughs, because Caleb just ruined the show for him. Noah glares at
Caleb and growls, "Asshole."

He looks pretty put out at the fact that Caleb
spoiled the show, and I lift a hand to cover my mouth, hoping to
still hide the fact that I find it so amusing. It doesn't work.

"What's so funny, shorty?"

"You," I laugh out. "You were so worried about me
spoiling it that you never saw Caleb coming. I made him watch that
show with me a few years ago on a DVD binge."

"Whatever." Noah grabs the box of cookies off the
couch and moves over to the large, two-person chair to the left of
the couch. He lounges back, stretching out his legs, and my eyes
involuntarily move to his groin, checking to see if he's still
rocking an erection. I don't see anything.

Why did I even have to look?

See
,
this
is the problem with boy-girl friendships. You have one accidental,
inappropriate reaction and you start to think about that friend
sexually. Like if the boner he had resting against your inner thigh
a few minutes ago was because he's attracted to you. And does he
still have the boner now?

I shouldn't be thinking about his cock at all.

Instead, I should be thinking about the wonderful
boyfriend beside me. He works so hard, day in and day out, to
provide a great future for us. When I met him all those years ago I
didn't think much of it. He was a way to distract me from Noah, but
as time went on
,
real
feelings developed and I realized Caleb could give me everything I
ever wanted in life. He's a good man. I'm lucky to have him.

I snuggle in closer to his side and inhale his scent.
He's wearing the cologne I bought him for Christmas last year. I
love it on him, but tonight it's mixed with a different scent. Is
it...do I smell...coconut?

"You want to stick around and play
Destiny
?"
Caleb asks Noah as his hands absentmindedly plays with a loose
strand of my hair.

"You look tired, man. Maybe I should head back across
the hall so you can get some sleep with your girl."

"I am tired but I need to play for a little bit to
get my mind off this case."

I can think of other things he could do with me to
get his mind off the case but he's probably too tired for sex, and
honestly
,
it wouldn't
feel right after being turned on by Noah tonight. A game of
Destiny
is a good alternative. They may be grown men with
good jobs, but they still play video games like a couple of teenage
boys.

"Yeah, I can play for a little bit but then I have to
go check on the club."

"I don't know how you handle hours like that, Noah.
Staying up all-night and sleeping all morning would get exhausting
for me. I'm not twenty anymore, you know? My body can't handle that
strain."

Noah's bar, Bar Forbidden, closes at one but Club
Desire, which is in the back of the bar, stays open until four
am.

"It's not bad when you love what you do," Noah
replies as he reopens the cookie box and stuffs another one of my
favorite cookies in his mouth. I'll have to hide those before the
next time he comes over.

"Do you love the job, or the perks that come with
it?
”
Caleb asks.

Noah smirks. "Both, but the perks make the bad days
worth it." His eyes fall on me and he winks, as my stomach tightens
and I seriously think about throwing up for a few seconds.

Those "perks" Noah is talking about disgust me. He
has an endless amount of beautiful women working for him and all of
them are vying for a spot in his bed. Lucky for them their odds are
good because the opposite side of his bed has a revolving door. His
bed is never empty and never occupied by a girlfriend–just girls he
sleeps with.

When Noah inherited Forbidden Desires, Inc. a few
years ago
,
I seriously
thought he'd sell the company and use the profit to travel the
world for the rest of his life. He didn't like to be held down in
one place and traveling filled him with joy and contentment. I mean
his home was in Michigan when he wasn't traveling. There was no way
he'd uproot his whole life and move to New York for a job like
this.

But a few months after I followed Caleb to New York,
Noah showed up at our front door. I was shocked, to say the least.
He decided to keep his grandfather's business and run it himself.
He slept on our couch in our rundown apartment for a few weeks
until he started renting the apartment he lives in now. A few years
later when Caleb and I were looking for a nicer place to live, Noah
told Caleb about the apartment across the hall from him. We were
moved in within a week.

It all seemed like a good idea at the time, until
Caleb gave Noah a key and Noah decided he would come over whenever
the hell he wanted.

Kissing Caleb on the cheek I move out from under his
arm and get up from the couch, pulling at the hem of my tank to
cover up the small amount of bare skin below my belly button. "As
much as I'd love to hear about all the women who work for Noah and
how they fuck him in their spare time, I'm going to hit the
sack."