“Jesus,” I whispered out of breath, knowing sex was probably flashing with neon colors on my goddamn forehead.
I inhaled deep, plastered a fake smile on my face before turning to face Spencer. Noah, on the other hand, stood there as if nothing had happened. As if he wasn’t two seconds away from fucking me with a beer bottle.
“Cleo is looking for you,” Spencer said, his eyes glazed and cheeks red.
“Have you had one too many drinks, Brother?”
“Maybe.” He stumbled back a step, then righted himself.
“Yo, Spencer. Did you find her?” Oakley came walking around the corner, too.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, placing a palm on my forehead.
The second Oakley made eye contact with Noah, I could practically see the jealousy and anger radiate from his face.
“What are you two doing here alone?” he demanded.
“We’re not alone. Spencer is here.” And it was the second time my dear brother decided to interrupt Noah and me from…well, drowning.
Oakley’s nostrils flared with malice, glaring at Noah as if it was possible to make his head explode.
Noah simply smirked, tipping his beer toward Oakley in a mocking cheers before putting it in his mouth and taking a large gulp.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Everything from my ears down to my chest instantly burned with embarrassment. “I need a fucking drink.”
“Here,” Noah held his beer out to me, “take a sip of mine. It tastes…exquisite.”
A little private joke which had me clenching my thighs and in desperate need of alcohol.
“No thanks. I prefer champagne and would rather not substitute what Ireallywant with anything else.”
I straightened my shoulders, my panties soaking wet and incredibly uncomfortable—not to mention the throbbing ache that still pulsed to the rhythm of my goddamn heartbeat.
I walked up to Spencer who had this idiot smile pasted on his face. “Next time when you have the need to look for me. Don’t.”
Dear God.