Alyssa – ??
Finally, it seems she gave up as she stops texting him. There’s nothing for a week until one last one from Alyssa. It was sent this morning.
Alyssa – Please tell me you’re coming back.
Just as Alyssa had promised, she finally heard back from him. My eyes feast over the response from two hours ago.
Rivers – Stop texting me, Alyssa. We’re through.
I stare at the message for a long, drawn out second before raising my eyes to Noah, only to find his staring right back at me.
Noah tosses the phone back to Alyssa and she squeaks before fumbling around, trying to catch it in her butterfingers, clearly not having expected him to toss it quite like that. She quickly scurries off only for me to realize that Jared has also disappeared, clearly seeing this is pack business and giving us the privacy we need.
“What does this mean?” I whisper, searching his eyes and hoping for good news, but the look I see in them tells me anything but.
“It means that he’s burning bridges,” Noah explains, unsure if it’s a good thing or not. After all, he’s Noah’s best friend, but he’s also the guy who betrayed me. “He’s getting the fuck out of here and he has no intention of coming back.”
Chapter 2
Noah and I walk into Tully’s hospital room, the very one that used to be mine. “Well, if it isn’t the whore who tried to get me naked in the darkroom,” Tully grins as I collapse down into the chair beside her bed.
“You know it,” I laugh, proud of my little fuck-up from history class.
“Wait. What?” Noah grumbles, looking between the two of us in confusion.
“Didn’t you hear?” Tully says. “Your girlfriend is through with you. She’s been after me the whole time.”
Noah’s eyes roam over me as I pull out my phone and bring up mine and Tully’s texts from this afternoon. “I might have sent her a text that was meant for you,” I explain.
He takes my phone and reads over the messages before his face falls and he looks up at me with fierce devastation. “Shit,” he sighs. “I missed out on fucking you in the darkroom?”
“You sure did,” I laugh.
“You better make it up to me.”
“I’ll make it up to you right now if you want.”
He raises an intrigued brow as a grin slowly pulls at his lips. “I’m not going to say no to that.”
“Hell yes, you are, motherfucker,” Tully snaps. “You’re here to see me, remember? Not screw my girlfriend in the supply closet. Besides, didn’t you read the texts? I was kind enough to let you screw her when we’re ready for a baby.”
A chuckle rips up my throat as horror flashes over Noah’s face. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he grunts, his eyes flashing back down to my phone and reading over more of our messages. “Fuck off,” he groans a moment later before turning to his sister. “How does this shit even come into your head?”
She grins back at him and I’m assuming it’s because he read over the text where Tully suggested that she won’t be getting around with his jizz inside of her. “What?” she laughs before shrugging, unapologetically. “It’s true.”
“Jesus,” he groans. “I know it’s true but it’s one of those things that don’t get talked about. I mean, why the fuck are we even talking about it now? You’re not stealing my girl.”
“Tough shit, bro,” Tully grins, spreading her arms wide. “She wants me.”
Noah turns to me, expecting me to correct her and finish this once and for all. “What can I say?” I laugh. “She’s like a prettier version of you and comes fully equipped with a wardrobe I can borrow and won’t poke me in the ass every day with her morning wood.”
His mouth drops in shock, but I’m not quite finished twisting the knife. “Besides, who would know how to eat pussy better than another chick?” I wink and lower my voice. “We already know what we like.”
A challenge burns in his eyes and a moment later, he grabs me and pins me up against the wall, his hand claiming my ass with my leg hooked around his waist. “Is that a fucking challenge, Spitfire?” he questions, leaning in and running his lips over the sensitive skin of my neck. “Because you and I both know that when my tongue runs over your clit, you start squirming and screaming out my name,” he murmurs as my chest begins to rise and fall with needy desperation. “Or how about the way your legs wrap around my head, holding me there, begging for more as your fingers twine into my hair? No, baby! Nobody knows what you like more than me.”
I grin, not needing to bother wording a response. He knows what I’m putting down and I don’t doubt that he’ll come through. “Tully,” Noah murmurs. “You have about three seconds to get your ass out of here.”