Noah leads me inside and heads straight for the bathroom before dropping his pants and stepping into the shower. I sit down on the edge of the bathtub and enjoy the show while Noah rattles off all his ideas for what we could fill the rest of the day doing. To be honest, I don’t really care what we do as long as the day finishes with me doing him. Hell, maybe I should get in the shower with him and start my day the way I intend to finish it.
Within seconds of the thought filtering through my mind, my shirt is flying up over my head and my pants are tossed across the bathroom. I hope Noah is prepared for me because I plan on coming in hard and fast, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned since meeting Noah, it’s that he’s always ready for what I’m putting down. No. Matter. What.
Noah and I emerge from the bathroom twenty minutes later, both thoroughly screwed. Shower sex with Noah…my God, it’s incredible. Well, any sex with him is incredible. Whether it’s in the shower, in a bed, his car, up against the side of the house during the middle of a rainstorm. Anytime. Anywhere. Incredible.
We come out into the kitchen to find Tully sitting at the dining table, absolutely annihilating a plate of chicken wings. The sauce covers her finger and is all over her cheeks. I swear, she looks as happy as a pig in mud.
I guess getting a little revenge does wonders for a girl, or perhaps her mood has a little something to do with the fact that the man she’s desperately in love with is home.
Noah collapses down beside Tully and steals a wing off her plate when a ferocious growl comes tearing out of her to the point Noah even looks concerned, but he deserved it. You don’t mess with a girl’s wings.
Noah throws out the option of heading down to the beach for the afternoon and Tully is two seconds from racing down the hallway to pick out her favorite bikini when a voice clears behind us. “You’re not going anywhere,” Rivers says, aiming his comment towards Tully.
Noah and I promptly shut up. Damn. He just had to come in with a comment like that.
“Excuse me?” Tully snaps, pushing up out of her chair. “That’s rich coming from you. Let me spell things out for you. You left. You packed up your shit and you took the fuck off without even thinking about the mess you left behind. You no longer get a say in what I do. You don’t get a say in anything.”
“Babe, come on.”
“Don’t call me that. I am not your ‘babe.’”
“Just…please. Hear me out. I’m only here for ten days. I don’t want to spend this time with you hating on me. I need to know that we’re ok.”
“That’s just the thing, Rivers,” Tully says, walking around the table to stand in front of him. “We’re not ok. So damn far from ok. You told me you loved me and then you broke me. There’s nothing more to it.”
He reaches out and runs his knuckles down the side of her face, and while I expect her to push him away, she can’t help but lean into his touch. After all, she’s been craving it for so long. “Please, just let me talk. You don’t have to say anything, just listen and once we’re done, then you can decide how the next nine days are going to go.”
They both stand in silence, staring at one another for what seems like the longest time, before she finally nods and steps around him.
Rivers follows her down the hallway and out the back door, leaving me feeling a little lost and broken myself.
Whatever happens out there between them right now is going to be a hard conversation and I’m not too sure that Noah and I should stick around to witness it.
With that thought, Noah takes my hand, grabs his keys off the counter and we get our asses out of here. Maybe it’s time to pay Tiny a visit and finish off my tattoo.
Chapter 15
“Ah, shit,” Tully says, looking across at me with a cringe. “I slept with him.”
My shirt drops down over my tattoo and I spin away from the mirror, gaping at my hussy of a best friend. “I fucking knew it,” I squeal. “You little whorebag. I knew after everything you two have been through there was no way you went from not talking one day to everything being perfectly fine the next.”
“Hey, nothing is fine,” she defends. “I’ve still been giving him hell.”
“Yeah,” I scoff. “By opening your legs for him. I mean, what the hell, Tully? What happened to all that ‘we’re done’ bullshit?”
Tully rolls her eyes but can’t help the grin spreading across her face. “Don’t get me wrong,” she tells me. “We are done, but like he said, he’s only here for a little while. There’s no point hating on each other, so why not get naked with him? I can go back to wanting to kick his ass once he’s gone, but I should just enjoy this time I have with him, even though it kills me every time he walks through the door.”