Noah was a bit of a grouch. I would be prickly too if I was fucking a girl I wasn’t allowed to even look atin that way.
He had a bit of a secret. He’d been seeing Gemma for the last three months. And when I said seeing, I meant fucking. No one knew that little tidbit except for me.
Gemma told me right after it happened the first time. I was so proud of her for taking something she wanted for once in her life. She was quite sheltered but she had a major crush on Noah Bexford for like, ever. He liked her too but was always too much of a pussy to act on it. He didn’t want to get beaten to death by his best friend.
I could understand why she liked him. He was sensitive and sweet, unlike most guys our age. Short jet-black hair, almond shaped mahogany eyes, insane physique–of course.He never had a problem attracting the ladies, much like his friends.
The night that Kane was out with Lauren and I was fucking Theo, my shy, innocent best friend made her move on Noah.
And he liked it. A lot.
They’d been screwing like rabbits ever since.
I knew my girl well enough to realize she caught feelings immediately. I was prepared to knock his ass out if those feelings weren’t reciprocated, if for some reason he used Gemma for a quick fuck. I wouldn’t have had to work very hard. Just mention the incident to big brother and that problem would’ve handled itself.
But Noah assured me he had feelings for her, real feelings he wished he could ignore due to the slight issue of Gemma being Kane’s sister. Yeah, it was a mess.
“Don’t be a stick in the mud, Bexford. I’ve got party favors.” Theo winked and patted his pocket. Theo always had that good shit. Thatgoodshit.
Noah huffed and slouched in the passenger seat. Poor guy was miserable having to hide his relationship with Gemma. I did my best to cover for them when they hooked up. They even used my room a few times.Gross.
That was the kind of shit I did for my ride-or-die. Gemma was more like a sister to me, and as her pseudo-sister, it was my job to facilitate her hookups and be on the lookout for hulking grumpy Italians who may or may not murder her secret boyfriend.
“You remember the last time we got high together, don’t you?” Theo grinned.
Not really.
“You know I’m a hit it and quit it kind of girl, Theo. Sorry to burst your bubble but it’s not gonna happen.”
“Psssh. You said that last time.”
I smiled and patted his knee. “There was a lot more going on back then. And I wasextremelyhigh. And drunk.”
“That’s right, you were pissed that Kane was out with Lauren, getting his dick slobbered on,” he paused to look at Kane. “Hey, why don’t you call Lauren so Dani gets mad enough to fuck me again.”
“Eat shit,” Kane mumbled as he pulled up to the gate that housed his family’s mansion. He punched in the code and it opened for us.
Theo chuckled and Noah sighed. “She’s in love with you bro. If you called her right now, she’d be over here so fast. Des-per-ate.”
“I’m not calling Lauren. I’m going upstairs, smoking a blunt, and kicking your sorry ass in a game of pool. Now get out of the car,” Kane said, amusement lacing his tone.
He’d pulled into their massive garage which housed at least fifteen different cars–all expensive and mostly old classics–and led the way to their hideout. There was an elevator in the garage that led to the third floor of the house to avoid making contact with the parentals–not that they were around much.
Gio was always working and Alana was either shopping or planning a charity event. Those society types, I tell ya.
“I’m gonna go clean up,” I announced once we made it upstairs. “Hey Noah, can you go get Gemma for me? And maybe grab some drinks and snacks from the kitchen?” I made sure no one else was looking when I winked at him.
“We have food up here,” Kane said as he popped the top off a beer. He had a kitchen that was all his–completely stocked with food and alcohol–but I was trying to help a girl out.
“I like the snacks from downstairs better,” I smiled. “And I would love a sparkling water which you don’t have up here.”
Noah’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Uh, sure. I’ll go get you some.” He went down the set of stairs that led to the second floor of the mansion–where all the bedrooms were located.
That should buy them enough time for a quickie. I deserved a friend of the year award for all my finagling. God help me when Kane found out–and he would. He would kill me for helping his best friend and his sister sneak around.
Kane eyed me suspiciously as I sauntered to the bathroom to wash big-dicked Marco’s blood off my face.
Once that daunting task was done, I went back to the main room where Theo was racking a game of pool and Kane was still in the same spot–leaned up against the counter.