Chapter Ten
Sienna
I staredat the cottage from my bedroom window. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, how fucking intense he was; his expression dark and eyes feral as we were about to tear each other apart in the goddamn kitchen. It was like he wanted something so fucking much, it ached. Me. He wanted me, and by God, I wanted him. My body burned for him, and during those few moments of untamed lust, all I could think about was him and how good it would feel to be taken by him. For those few moments I was in his world, far away from my own. It felt good. Freeing. Like nothing else mattered. Like I could be someone different than the Sienna Whitlock everyone had put in this glass cage, expected to act a certain way. Be the rich brat everyone thought I was; the one with the pretty face, the perfect house, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. If they only knew I was simply living up to their expectations while they watched me through glass walls.
“You joining us, or what?” Silas peeked into my bedroom, drink in hand, music blasting from downstairs.
“I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Friendly request to not have those pouting lips join you.”
“You’re hilarious,” I mocked. The roar of an engine sounded outside, a white Lamborghini pulling up in the driveway.
I balked. “What is Oakley doing here?”Oh my God. “Silas!”
“See ya.” He slammed the door shut just in time to dodge the heel of my shoe against his forehead.
“Motherfucker!” I cursed. This was what you got when your ex-boyfriend somehow became your brother’s best friend during the years you dated. Now I’d be blessed to look at my ex’s face for the foreseeable future. It was funny since Silas couldn’t stand Oakley when we started dating, and I had to force him just to say two words to the guy. Now, look where that got me.
I turned to look at my reflection. The short glitter-knit dress with the deep V-neck that dipped low between my breasts was probably considered slightly overdressed for the party. But I was merely giving everyone what they wanted—the glamorous rich girl who had it all. Plus, the emerald color paired perfectly with my skin tone.
I placed the silver pin in my hair, keeping the curls from fanning around my face. I pouted, thinking of Silas’s request. He was right. I’ve been sulking ever since Noah and I had that moment on the kitchen counter yesterday, thinking of how it could have been if Spencer hadn’t interrupted us. Would we have stopped even if Spencer didn’t knock? Or would we have drowned in the moment while lust consumed us both?
My thighs clenched just thinking about it, thinking of how his arm felt as it wrapped around my waist. How he so effortlessly picked me up with one arm and placed me on the counter, forcing my legs apart without question or hesitation. I could practically feel the sexual tension roll off him, his touch so unapologetically possessive grabbing the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes, replaying the memory inside my head, remembering how my lips longed to be kissed by him. I wanted his tongue to claim my mouth, explore, dominate, duel with mine. I wanted to feel his expert hands on my skin. I wanted to feel it burn my flesh—feel what it would be like with a man like Noah. Older. Experienced. Perfect.
I had only ever known Oakley’s touch—gentle and predictable. It was always the same, except when he was drunk. Then he’d just be selfish and worry more about his own release than bother to care about my satisfaction
I had no idea why, but somehow I knew it would be different with Noah. We had only kissed, barely touched, and I was already burning for him in ways I had never experienced before. It was like I couldn’t breathe while his lips were on mine, my mind void of anything but the euphoria of being so close to him.
My stomach coiled, the memory wreaking havoc on my insides, my thighs clenched, and pussy throbbing.
“God,” I whispered, taking a deep breath before gliding my fingers through my hair, trying to get my body under fucking control and forget about the damn man currently living in our cottage. He made it clear that if anything had to happen between us, it would be a mistake—aka he’d regret it.
I had no choice. I had to forget the idea of him and me, forget about the kiss I felt deep in my bones, touching my goddamn soul. And tonight might be a good enough distraction for me to do just that.
Forget about Noah. Forget about our mind-blowing kiss and the world-altering sexual tension between us. Maybe it was the mystery he seemed to bathe in. His intensity. With a simple glance my way, the look in his eyes was that of carnal sin and primal lust. I couldn’t explain it. It was just…there.
More cars pulled up outside. I wasn’t surprised. Silas’s “small” barbeque with “close friends” never ended up being just small.
“It’s not going to be a small barbeque with close friends, is it?” Spencer came walking in and moved in next to me in front of the window.
“Nope.”
“I should have known better.”
I snickered. “Well, he’s your twin brother.”
“And yet, we couldn’t be more different.”
“Silas is an asshole.” I glanced at Spencer. “But beneath all that assholeness is a guy with a small heart.”
Spencer slipped his hands in his cargo shorts pockets, his blue Polo shirt complimenting the color of his eyes.
Noah walked out the cottage’s front door, both Spencer and I turning our attention to him as he got something out of his truck. As Murphy would have it, Oakley walked past, the two of them exchanging deadly glares.
Spencer shifted. “Something I should know?”