Chapter Eight
Sienna
I gotout of the shower, tying my hair in a towel, and wrapping another around me. After brushing my teeth and gargling mouthwash for two minutes, I no longer had that hangover-ass taste in my mouth. My stomach was no longer churning either. Seeing Noah pin Oakley to a wall, not knowing what he’d do, cured me of the urge to vomit.
Glancing at my reflection, I tried plumping up my cheeks with a few pats and applied some eye cream with the hope of getting rid of the dark circles underneath. It reminded me how Noah’s eyes turned from bright blue to dark gray in an instant. It was like he changed in the blink of an eye, switched off his humanity to unleash a beast. It scared me, but somehow intrigued me more. I couldn’t explain it. I just wanted to know…him.
With a deep breath I pushed the thoughts of Noah aside and sauntered into my bedroom, finding Oakley lying on my bed, twirling one of my red thongs around his finger.
I crossed my arms. “You just went from ex-boyfriend to pervert in zero point six seconds.”
“I remember a time not too long ago when you loved it when I waited for you on your bed.”
“That was then, and this is now.” I reached and grabbed my panties from him. “Now get out.”
He settled back with his arm behind his head. “What’s the deal with the psychopath?”
“There’s no deal.” I turned and tossed the panties with the rest of my dirty laundry. “He’s here to revamp the cottage so that it’s more to my new stepmother’s liking.”
“I meant, what’s the deal between you two?”
“There is no deal, Oakley.” I faced him as he jumped off the bed.
“Bullshit. The guy almost killed me.”
“Oh, come on, you’re exaggerating.”
“I’m serious. You can’t expect me to believe that there’s nothing between you and the man who tried to suffocate me against a wall.”
“Whatever. I mean, what are you doing here anyway? We broke up, remember? So why are you still coming around here?” I pulled the towel from around my hair, wet curls slipping down my shoulders.
His designer jeans clung to his thick thighs as he walked closer, the sleeves of his T-shirt hugging his biceps tightly. Dark brown irises marred with honey hues reminded me just how familiar he was. His voice, his touch, his kiss…his body. There was a time when he was the only constant in my life. The only one I could trust not to pull the rug from under me.
He stepped closer. “You kissed him, firefly. I saw you.”
My pulse quickened. I used to love it when he called me that. “It didn’t mean anything. It was a stupid party, and I had too much to drink. Besides, I can kiss anyone I want. It’s none of your fucking business anymore.”
“Did you like it, feeling another man’s lips on yours?”
“Don’t.” I inched back while he kept on closing the distance between us.
“Answer me.”
“Fuck you.”
“You know how I get when I see you with other guys.” His words were laced with the venom of his toxic jealousy that had caused most of our fights. “I can’t stand thinking of other men touching you.”
“You should have thought about that before you pulled your dick out for another girl.”
He didn’t seem fazed by what I had just said, still stalking forward. “Answer my question, firefly. Did you like kissing him?”
My back hit the wall, and I clenched my jaw. “Did you like feeling Beth’s lips around your dick?”
He smirked and scoffed. “Her lips didn’t come anywhere near my dick. There’s no truth to those stupid rumors you choose to believe.” He took my hand, easing it down and placed it against his crotch. “This is all yours, firefly. You know that.”
My thighs clenched, a warm sense of nostalgia rippling through my body. I knew what it was like to be with him, how his touch felt against my skin, how his kiss ravaged my mouth while he moved inside me. And he knew me. He knew exactly what I wanted, needed—equal parts pleasure and pain.
I breathed in deep as he leaned forward, his lips hovering close to mine.