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

Chapter Fifteen

Matt and Noah's quiet voices are the first thing I hear when I wake up. I'm firmly tucked in, with blankets pressed under my sides so I'm wrapped up like a burrito, and there are actual pillows under my head, from a bed. 

I squint at the sunlight that seeps into the room from the open curtains. 

"You should've seen her fucking tits, man-"

"Your sister is right there, you whore. Shut the fuck up." 

"She's asleep," Matt says, followed by a thump and a small yelp. "I won't be called a whore by possibly the biggest prude on the planet, thanks." 

He didn't seem very prudish when he was telling me he wanted to bend me over this couch, but whatever Matt wants to believe. 

I do wonder how many people Noah has slept with though. I wonder if he went through a bit of a wild phase, like I did during university. I wonder who he lost his virginity to, and when his first kiss was. I bet he was young - boys that look like that always lose it young. 

I open one eye to peek at them, backs to me at the counter in the kitchen. A spoon clatters against a bowl as they continue chatting casually. 

Matt continues inelegantly talking about his conquest from last night so I try to tune out their words. Instead, I stare at the bunched muscles in Noah's back and think about how restrained he had been last night. 

No self-control my ass. Last night was the most control I had ever seen in a human being. 

If I close my eyes I can still see him staring back at me, looming above me, watching me get off with hooded eyes and a clenched jaw. I should've run my hands through his hair - I've wanted to do it for ages. It looks soft and bouncy, like my fingers would get tangled into the curls easily so I could pull his face down to mine. 

"She even tried to...in the restaurant," Matt is saying. I roll my eyes. 

"Man," Noah sighs. "I know you think I live vicariously through you but I really don't, so please stop talking." 

They both laugh. I love Noah's laugh. 

Fuck, I'm a bloody schoolgirl with an obsessional crush already. And I still want him to touch me right now, desperately so. Part of me even wants him to tell Matt to fuck off so he can jump on me, wake me up by diving between my legs-

"Yeah, but since I left you with my sister I thought I'd throw you a bone." 

Excuse me? 

"I don't mind being left with your sister," Noah replies. I watch him shrug, and then casually adds, as if testing the waters, "She's sweet." 

"She's bloody annoying." 

Oh ha-ha. 

Matt thinks he's so hilarious. 

Noah is cute, though. He thinks I'm sweet. He thinks I'm perfect. He very obviously wants to fuck me, and with the way that he talks to me when he's turned on, I assume he's very good at it too. 

I want him. I want him to tower over me looking all intimidating, even though I know he's a sweetheart. I want him to hold me up against a wall like I weigh nothing and have his way with me. I want to hear how fucked he thinks he is again because he can't keep his hand to himself-

"Hey, you're up!" 

I smile back at Matt, but my eyes flit to Noah as he turns around in his seat. We share a look before he turns away again, probably for the best. 

"How was your night?" I ask. I highly doubt he'll give me the same detail he tried to give Noah, however. 

"It was alright," he shrugs, but the smirk on his face that appears reveals more than he probably means to. "Do you have any plans today?"