My Brothers Best Friend [18+]

Chapter Twenty Three

Chelsea hands me another beer, smiling widely at me as I take it and lean into her side. 

Dan lit the fire once the game was over, so she and I have been huddled in front of it ever since. The wood crackles under the flame, making her twitch in fright every so often. 

I pull up the tab and take a long swig, praying she won't ask me about it again. 

"I really should go," she sighs, tilting her head so it rests on my shoulder. She lifts her phone from her pocket and checks the time. "We have work in less than eleven hours." 

"If you stay here we can go together in the morning." 

She rolls her eyes up to me. 

"I'd stay here and you'd still want Noah to drive you to work in the morning," she mocks. "You'd make me drive there on my own." 

The alcohol is starting to make my head fuzzy. A giggle falls from my mouth, Chelsea's eyes lighting up at the noise. 

I look over at him, sat with Dan and Matt around the large table. He's got a stack of cards in his hand and a laidback look about him as if I wasn't wrapped around his cock only an hour ago. He laughs at something Matt is saying to him, throwing down his cards and picking up a beer bottle, condensation running down the neck of it as he tips it back to his mouth. 

His legs spread when he leans back into his chair. 

"Close your mouth," Chelsea snorts, shoulder nudging my own. I nudge her back and take another swig of my drink. "Really Maddie, one day you're going to want to talk to someone about this," she gestures between Noah and myself, "and that person better be me." 

"It will." 

She doesn't push like I expected her to. We chat for a little while until she once again repeats that she really has to go, and then she sets it in stone by saying bye to all three of the boys. Sara and Skye disappeared after hide and seek, which, according to Dan, happens every time they come to the mansion. 

It takes her another half an hour to leave. Another two drinks seem to vanish within me before she's in her car and driving away from the house. 

Noah's arms slip around my shoulders as we walk back to the front door, both of our eyes firmly on Matt and Dan ahead of us. 

"I'm thinking about you." 

"Yeah?" I smile, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes flicker to my lips, and then to the boys walking in front of us. With that familiar killer smile he pulls away from me, tapping my backside as we step through the front door once more. 

He leans back to my ear, "I like having these in my pocket too." 

I glance down at his hand, my ripped underwear wrapped around it at the opening of his pocket. My eyes widen with his smirk, and I'm of course instantly reminded that I'm currently going commando in trousers that are certainly not meant to be worn against someone's bare vagina. 

I try not to sit in his lap as we take our seats around the table. 

Matt hands me a pile of cards and another drink. 

Then another. Then another. 

The drunker I get the harder it is to keep my hands to myself. Rose coloured glasses tint my vision and my sanity, because suddenly I don't think Matt would even care if I sat on Noah's lap. Surely he'd be thrilled to see his best friend and his sister getting along so well. 

He definitely wouldn't mind if we held hands under the table. I scoot my chair closer to Noah's until our legs touch, throwing a card onto the pile when my turn comes around.