Tempting | My Brother's Best Friend [18+]

Chapter Fourteen

Noah's attraction to me becomes so obvious that I wonder how I didn't see it before. 

Despite his breathless confessions he manages to keep his hands to himself for the next few days. No stray hand on my thigh in the car. No leg pressed against mine at dinner. 

He's cordial and polite, as if he'd just met me for the first time again. 

Even though it's obvious to him that I want to rip his clothes off. 

I want to put my hand down the front of his trousers. I want to feel his hands slip into my underwear on a cold day, so the heat of my pussy warms up his fingers. I want to put my thumb into his mouth and feel him suck-

My thoughts got away from me there. 

We use Matt as a buffer. 

Yesterday Noah found himself staring at my pajama shorts, so to save us both the embarrassment I pulled Matt in front of me, giving him some pep talk about being a man and standing up to Skye. Telling her what she needs to hear if he really wants the whole romance to go away. 

Matt got pissed off but it set the new tone if nothing else. 

After The Incident on Tuesday evening, Noah had used Matt too, slinking back to his seat looking as guilty as I felt. He went on and on about sports games they watched together, about memories they had from partying at the weekends, about a time Noah almost crashed his car with Matt drunk and trying to grab the wheel in the passenger seat. 

All the while I had frantically tried to quietly explain the situation away in Sara's ear.

There'd been a moment on the car journey home where he met my eye in the mirror and bit his lip, but Matt came quickly and unknowingly to the rescue again.

So. Matt equals buffer. 

But Matt isn't here tonight. It's Friday evening and I've taken to doing work in the evenings to distract myself again. I'm updating our twitter and responding to inquiries in our DM's despite being off the clock. I know it's useless, I shouldn't be using work as a distraction when I'm not even being paid for my evening hours, but I don't know what else to do with myself. 

Noah looks good tonight. Like he does every night. 

He's cooking for us in the kitchen, wearing a black tracksuit that looks comfy and yet still somehow alluring on his body. He's humming along with a tune playing out of his speaker, hood up so I can't see his face. 

I've been trying not to think about him. 

Filling my mind with work has been easy while the beginning of December is quickly approaching, thus meaning our Christmas campaign will soon be launching for the entire world to see, and possibly criticise.

It's out of my hands now so I've been trying not to think about that too, but having nothing to do except work hasn't made it easy. I really need a hobby.

As much as I wouldn't like to admit it, things have also gotten a bit awkward at work. 

Zach keeps pestering me about Noah's criminal record. He wants to know what's in it, why we seem to hang out a lot without my brother around, what he could've possibly done in the past to warrant being a known trouble-maker in a city this big. 

I don't want to think about it. 

The Noah that I know is sweet. Irresistibly so. He get's hard for me and tells me his secrets when I ask for them. He drives me to work and cooks food fit for Gordon Ramsey's TikTok highlights. He's not Noah-with-a-shadowed-past, he's just Noah, Matt's best friend who is completely and utterly untouchable to me.