At least, I think he does.
I press my lips harder together, trying to smother the grin that wants to spread wide across my face, but as for the mischievous sparkle shining through my eyes… well, there’s not a damn thing I can do about that, and it’s exactly what Noah needs to confirm his suspicions.
He’s back on me in a second.
Noah slides his arm under my back and pulls me in tight to his chest while shaking his head. “You’re a turd,” he grins. “Do you really think I’m capable of sharing you with anyone? No matter if it’s a boy or girl or a fucking feisty redhead?”
I smile up at him, absolutely loving how good it feels to get under his skin. “I know you’re not,” I tell him. “You’re an overprotective, dominating, possessive asshat and I absolutely love it, but leave me all needy and unsatisfied like this again and I’ll be forced to take action into my own hands.”
His eyes become heated once again. “Can I watch?”
“Why don’t you take me down to your room and I’ll let you do whatever the hell you want,” I whisper, brushing my lips against his before biting down on his bottom lip.
He groans low in his throat and before I know it, his hands are under my ass, lifting me up off the couch. The next thing I know, Noah’s slamming closed his bedroom door and throwing me down on his bed.
Noah and I emerge from his room an hour later, though not because we want to. Noah’s stomach has been growling and his need to eat eventually overtook his need to get naked. But don’t get me wrong, the second he shovels food down his throat, he’ll probably throw me over his shoulder like a caveman and hurry me back to the confines of his bedroom, right where I want to be.
We walk hand in hand up the hallway to find Tully and Rivers spread out on the couch. Rivers sits at one end with his feet propped up on the coffee table while Tully is at the other with her feet in Rivers’ lap and his hand gently running up and down her leg. “That was quick,” Tully grunts, keeping her face shoved deep in her phone. “What’s going on? Did things get awkward? Did something end up in the wrong hole?”
Noah messes up her hair on his way past before dropping down onto the opposite couch and pulling me down with him. “You want the rundown?” he questions. “I’ll give it to you. Every last steamy detail if you really want to know.”
Tully turns green and nearly gags. “Ugh. No thanks,” she grumbles, scrunching up her face as Noah grins in victory.
Noah tosses a cushion at Tully. “What’s for dinner? I’m hungry.”
Tully bats the cushion away and shrugs. “I don’t know,” she grumbles. “Mom and dad went out. We’re on our own.”
Noah groans as though the thought of nothing being cooked in their family kitchen right now is absolutely devastating, though, with the way his stomach was grumbling, I don’t doubt it is. “What do you want?” he sighs, realizing it’s either up to him or her to get it sorted, and from the way she’s slouched into the couch, I’d dare say dinner is on him tonight.
“Pizza,” Tully throws back at him.
“No,” he groans. “That shit takes too long. I’m hungry now.”
Tully’s head snaps up. “Tough shit. I want pizza.”
Noah narrows his eyes on his sister and I watch on with interest as Rivers ignores it all, probably used to these ridiculous little fights they always have. To me, they’re still hilarious. Nothing is funnier than watching these two get under each other’s skin.
“Go cook me something,” Noah begs.
“No. Go cook yourself something. I want pizza.”
Noah lets out a huff, picks me up off his lap, stands up, and drops me back on the couch before stalking off into the kitchen, mumbling something about Tully making a shitty housewife one day.
Tully rolls her eyes, lets out a huff of her own and snatches her feet out of Rivers’ lap. “I swear, that moron drives me crazy,” she says before getting up and stalking off into the kitchen behind Noah.
I grin as she leaves before chuckling when they start arguing over what to make in the kitchen.
“Come on,” Rivers says, getting up from the couch and walking towards the door. “It’s safer for us outside. This shit is going to go on until Noah is fed.”
I laugh as I pull myself up off the couch and follow Rivers out front where he walks over to Noah’s Camaro and pulls open the door. He starts searching around for something as I drop down onto the front steps of the house. Before I know it, Rivers reappears with a cheesy grin, holding up what must be Noah’s secret stash of candies. “Hell yeah,” he laughs. “I knew it was in here somewhere.”