Holy freaking hell.
“Do you need a moment?” Tully murmurs beside me.
I glance back at her, realizing she’s still there. Shit, I think I forgot she was there.
My tongue shoots out across my bottom lip as my eyelids drop. “Your brother…”
“Yep, ok. I’m out. Get your horny ass out of my car,” she tells me. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I chuckle to myself as I push my way out of the car, making sure to give the door a firm closing before Tully screeches off down the road.
I walk down the drive and the second Noah straightens from somewhere within the hood, his eyes come to mine. They light with excitement as a beaming smile rips across his face, damn happy to see me.
My heart skips. There’s nothing better than that. The way he looks at me and makes me feel like the only woman in the world. Fuck. It’s addictive. A fucking obsession and I crave it day in and day out.
Noah places a wrench down on the side of the hood and walks towards me, meeting me in the middle. “Hey, Spitfire,” he welcomes, reaching for me.
As desperately as I want to go to him, I pull away. “You’re covered in grease,” I say, scrunching up my face as I take in the mess covering his rock hard body. His eyes drop down and he frowns as though this is the first time he’s realizing it.
That grease though. What I wouldn’t give to slide my myself across him like that.
“Squish,” my dad’s voice is called from the opposite side of the truck, bringing me back to reality and making me realize I’m about to strip off naked and throw myself at my dirty grease monkey in front of my father.
Get a fucking grip, Henley. You can screw him later. Certainly not now when your father is around. Hell, you shouldn’t even be thinking about that shit right now.
I press up onto my tippy toes and give Noah a swift kiss on his cheek, absolutely adoring the wolfish grin he gives me before I walk past to find dad. “Hey, dad. What’s going on? Is the truck broken again?”
He steps forward, grabbing my chin between his forefinger and thumb before twisting my head from left to right, studying each and every mark on my face. “How was school? You didn’t get in any trouble, did you?” he questions, just as he does every other day since Monica and her band of bitches jumped me.
I shrug him off. “I’m fine, and no, I didn’t get into any fights…yet.”
“Yet?” he sputters. “You won’t be fighting with anyone. You’ve already gotten yourself in enough trouble.”
Little does he know.
“Dad,” I grumble with annoyance. “The truck?”
“Oh, yeah. She’s not kicking over again,” he sighs, slapping his hand down on the old thing. “She’s getting on, but I was hoping she still had a few more years in her.”
I cringe as I look over the truck. “I seriously doubt it,” I tell him. “She’s like a hundred years old.”
“Oh, come on,” he says. “She’s not that old.”
I prop an eyebrow, challenging him. He’s had this truck since he was a kid and it’s not like he bought it new. It’s been passed down from generation to generation and I think it’s about time he realized that the tradition isn’t going to last forever.
“Really, dad?” I laugh.
He grins back at me. “You’re fuckin’ trouble, Squish,” he murmurs before nodding towards Noah at my back. “I was hoping we could get it fixed before you got home and gave me a hard time about it.”
I look back over my shoulder at Noah as questions start flying through my mind. “How long have you been here?”
He shrugs his shoulder. “I don’t know. A few hours, maybe.”
I bite down on my bottom lip. If he’s been here with dad all afternoon, that couldn’t possibly mean that he was somewhere else doing shady shit with Rivers, so I guess I owe him an apology for doubting him. All that frustration and plotting his gruesome death was all for nothing.
Noah silently studies me. “What?” he murmurs as dad’s phone starts blasting from inside, most likely with a new job coming in.
Dad hurries inside as I step into Noah, suddenly not giving a shit that he’s covered in grease. Hell, we can shower together if we really have to. I tilt my head up as he brings his down, meeting my lips in the middle as he takes my waist with his thumb running back and forth over my too warm skin. Desire pulses into me with his touch and for the slightest moment, it nearly knocks me right off my feet. Maybe Tully was onto something. Maybe I’m already in love with the guy. “You weren’t out bending the law with Rivers,” I murmur between kisses.