I pause and rub my hand up and down my chest and abs. She smiles and beckons me with her finger. “Be careful Miss James, we’re at your parents’ house, and you know what that means.”
“I know, but I haven’t seen you in what feels like forever. I’ve missed you.”
Leaning down, I kiss her nose. “We’ll have to run some errands a bit later. Take a nice long drive somewhere.”
Peyton pulls her lower lip in between her teeth and places her hands around my neck. “Do you promise?”
I start at the tip of her nose and kiss a path toward her ear. “I promise.”
13
Peyton
As much as I love my parents, I hate staying here when I’m with Noah, especially after we haven’t seen each other for a while. Noah’s headstrong when it comes to respecting my parents. This is an admirable quality, but not one I wish to practice. And I’m certain my parents wouldn’t care. Not that I’m going to ask them if they mind whether Noah and I have sex or not in their house, but I’m tempted.
Noah and I must’ve dozed off because voices jolt me awake. He’s fast asleep and hugging me to his chest. Quinn’s voice carries through the wall. He’s taken Nola into his room. I can’t really hear what they’re saying, but much like I was in high school, I find myself wanting to sit against the wall with my ear pressed to it, listening. Elle and I used to get into so much trouble when a girl would call for him. We’d pick up the other line and make ridiculous sounds after she professed her undying love for him. Our dear brother started calling us the terror twins. Elle and I didn’t mind. We never thought any of those girls were good enough for Quinn. It takes someone really special to match with our brother.
“Hey.” I shake Noah slightly to wake him up. “I think Quinn and Nola are having sex.”
“Doubt it,” he mumbles.
“It’s true. It’s his new thing. He likes getting caught in awkward situations.”
Noah rolls over, pinning me under his weight. Oddly, being like this is comforting. It’s almost as if he’s protecting me from the world. In a way, I know he is. When we’re not together, we both feel off and just full of anxiety. Noah from not being able to hover over me, and me being afraid of my own shadow and needing him nearby. We should probably seek some sort of help, but I rather like that we’re dependent on each other and I hope these feelings never go away.
“Maybe we should buy a house here.”
Noah pushes himself up onto his elbows and looks at me. “We could, if you want. Do you want to live by your parents?”
“It would give us a lot of privacy when we’re here.”
“True. Owning multiple properties is a tax benefit.”
“But an unneeded expense.” The thought of wasting money on a piece of property scares me. “How long would we stay here?”
Noah looks to the wall for the answer. “Offseason. We can split our time between here and Beaumont.”
“And in Beaumont, we can stay at my house.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Peyton. I love your parents, but let’s be honest. I’d like to be with you whenever and not have to sneak off for long drives where we can get busted by the cops.”
I laugh so hard, I snort. Before I can cover my mouth, Noah kisses me. I wiggle my hips until he’s situated between them, the ache and desire I feel for him growing rapidly. “How soon until we can buy a place?”
“Tomorrow.” He barely breaks away to answer. Right now, it seems like it’s going to be forever when in reality, it’s hours away. Noah pulls away and rests his forehead to mine. Both of us are breathing heavily. I know that any minute from now, he’s going to get up and leave me. Damn that respect he has.
Sure enough, he rolls off me and sits on the side of the bed, slightly bent at his waist. I reach for him, resting my hand on his side. He turns, looking at me from over his shoulder and smiles. “I’m going to call Allen and see if he knows a realtor down here, someone who is willing to work fast.”
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you.” Noah starts to come toward me and pauses. I look at him questioningly as he turns his head slightly toward the wall Quinn and I share.
“What is it?”
“I think I just heard Quinn say something about surfing.”
“Duh. As if Quinn isn’t going to surf while he’s here.” I feel like I should roll my eyes at this point because Noah knows better.
“Do you care if I go out with him?”