My Brothers Best Friend [18+]

Chapter Twenty Five

This is the part in the movie where they play an R rated montage of Noah and I fucking like bunnies. Carefully, as to not rouse suspicion. 

There's a constant ache between my legs that only Noah can soothe. 

My lips are chapped from the constant making out whenever Matt leaves a room and I'm pretty sure Noah is spending so much money on condoms that he's begun setting aside part of his wage specifically for the pharmacy. 

On the couch when my brothers gone to bed. In his car whenever humanly possible. A few times in his bed, but only whenever Matt isn't home since the headboard slams against their conjoining wall. 

Noah spent a week fucking me in every seat of that BMW, once in a dark parking lot with the roof down, and so when Matt got in the car the following weekend I was so overwhelmed with each of the memories that I couldn't look him in the eye without a deep blush blooming on my cheeks. 

Another time in Skye's house, in the back garden of all places, while our friends were drunkenly talking about a video game in the living room. Another on the kitchen counter - wherever I can get my hands on him, I have. 

Eight weeks ago I met Noah for the first time. Three weeks ago we had sex in a strangers wardrobe. Now I can't get him out of my head - ever. 

Even now, I'm not even looking at the emails I'm scrolling through, I'm just pretending to. Lost in a world of Noah Laurier and his tattoos and his killer smile and his cocky dominant attitude when I don't give him what he wants immediately. 

I clock watch until I fall asleep. I clock watch until I leave work. I clock watch until I can be alone with him again whenever I'm doing anything and he isn't around. 

A literal obsession. I don't think I've ever wanted to be around someone so much, and I already live with Noah. 

It's physically painful trying to hide it from Matt. We've never been close but I've never actively kept such a huge secret from him, and it's beginning to wear me down. Being constantly on edge around my older brother is not all it used to be now that I know that I'm actually doing something he'd disapprove off. 

Well, I guess there is one perk that makes my mild guilt easier. 

Noah sent me a shirtless gym pic three days ago and it's probably been ninety percent of my thoughts since; it certainly pushes my annoying brother out of the frame in my mind. The other ten percent of my thoughts are the last of my Christmas shopping. 

It's in three days. 

In - I glance at the clock - seven minutes, I'll be free of work for a week and a half, and I've got nothing planned but a long lunch with my mother and Paul on Christmas Eve.  A week and a half of Christmas bliss (and trying not to fuck Noah's brains out while Matt is off work too.) 

There's something about the nothingness that comes along with Christmas. The way the world pauses and the streets are empty, houses quiet except for the jingling of Christmas songs early in the morning and the chatter of children playing with new toys as soon as the afternoon hits. Eating myself into a coma has been the only goal since I remember spending the winter holiday with my family, Matt's goal too if I'm not mistaken. It's an easy holiday, meant for being lazy, and that's why it's my favourite. 

I wonder what Noah's favourite holiday is. There's so much I don't know about him and yet I've never gotten so comfortable with someone so quickly. 

Yesterday, while I stood naked in the shower, he knocked on the bathroom door and asked if he could brush his teeth. 

It was second nature to let him in but I didn't care that I wasn't wearing any clothes and he was, it didn't bother me that he smirked around his toothbrush when he got a glimpse of my thigh in the mirror. Maybe it's easy because we're already living together.