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badass."
"Fine," he grumbled. "Get the fucking kindle."
Noah read exceptionally slow.
He paused.
He fell over his words.
He threw the kindle down more times than he held it, but he didn't give up.
He kept going, and I found myself having to suppress the urge to jump on him every time he sounded out a word that he wasn't familiar with.
And that's how we spent the rest of our day; taking turns reading passages from Hope's raunchy novel.
****
Chapter Nine
Noah
My brother once told me, "Be careful, Noah. It's a very long drop, kid, and there's no coming back up. I hope she's worth the fall."
Well, sitting in a bathtub, with the woman I loved resting against my chest, I could safely say that Kyle Carter was right about three things.
First, the drop – more like plummet – was deep.
Deeper than what I'd been prepared for.
Second, there was no way back up.
I was sunk.
And thirdly, Teagan was worth the fall.
I'd never met an opponent in the ring as dangerous to me as the woman in my bathtub.
"What do you think is wrong with him?" Teagan asked. Yawning, she rested her head against my chest and trailed her fingers down my thighs. "Jordan, I mean."
"Who fucking cares." Shifting beneath her, I adjusted my erection from stabbing her in the back. "That piece of shit isn't good enough to breathe the same air as Hope."
"Noah," Teagan scolded, splashing my feet – which were hanging out of either side of the tub. These oval shaped tubs were not built for men of my stature. "Don't be a dick."
"Is he or is he not the same guy who walked out the door and never looked back?" Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her further up my body. "I don't care what his reasons are." Cupping one of her wet breasts in my hands, I tweaked her nipple, smirking when it hardened in my hand. "To me, Jordan Porter will always be that little prick who ran out on my niece."
"He's hardly little," she moaned, a little breathless. "He's like…six two."
"I could take him."
"Of course you could," she purred. "Big, bad fighter, you are."
"I knew we should have said something," I grumbled, moving my hand to cup her other breast. "Back when they got married?" I pinched Teagan's nipple and reveled in the moan that escaped her lips. "I knew it was a bad idea."
"It wasn't our place to tell," Teagan reminded me.
In fact, I was pretty sure she'd used those same words back then, too…
"…This is a bad idea, Thorn," I growled as I sat in the driver's seat of her Honda Civic outside the courthouse on fifth.
We weren't supposed to be hanging out together. Teagan was taking a huge-ass risk by being out in daylight with me.
So was I, but then again, I was used to breaking the rules when it came to her. I couldn't stay away from her.
"A really fucking bad idea."
"Noah," Teagan warned as she applied her lipstick in the rearview mirror. "She's my best friend."
"And her brother is my best friend," I shot back, unbuckling my seat belt.
Reaching behind my seat, I grabbed a coat for Teagan to put on. It was freezing outside. It had been snowing heavily all morning and she had too much skin on display for this kind of weather.
"How long do you think he'll stay my best friend when he finds out I was in on this? We need to tell her parents."
"It's not our place to tell," Teagan told me before mushing her lips together and making a kissing sound. "And besides, this is a happy day!" She used her baby finger to wipe the edge of her pink lip. "Be happy for them."
"Yeah, they get married and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Kyle Carter's fist."
"You're being dramatic."
"And you are being really fucking innocent if you think that Kyle won't hold us responsible for this shit." Shaking my head, I readjusted the silvery-grey tie Teagan had bought me.
I looked like a fucking tool in a pink goddamn shirt and grey suit pants and I made a mental note to never allow my girlfriend to go clothes shopping for me again.
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"Fine," he grumbled. "Get the fucking kindle."
Noah read exceptionally slow.
He paused.
He fell over his words.
He threw the kindle down more times than he held it, but he didn't give up.
He kept going, and I found myself having to suppress the urge to jump on him every time he sounded out a word that he wasn't familiar with.
And that's how we spent the rest of our day; taking turns reading passages from Hope's raunchy novel.
****
Chapter Nine
Noah
My brother once told me, "Be careful, Noah. It's a very long drop, kid, and there's no coming back up. I hope she's worth the fall."
Well, sitting in a bathtub, with the woman I loved resting against my chest, I could safely say that Kyle Carter was right about three things.
First, the drop – more like plummet – was deep.
Deeper than what I'd been prepared for.
Second, there was no way back up.
I was sunk.
And thirdly, Teagan was worth the fall.
I'd never met an opponent in the ring as dangerous to me as the woman in my bathtub.
"What do you think is wrong with him?" Teagan asked. Yawning, she rested her head against my chest and trailed her fingers down my thighs. "Jordan, I mean."
"Who fucking cares." Shifting beneath her, I adjusted my erection from stabbing her in the back. "That piece of shit isn't good enough to breathe the same air as Hope."
"Noah," Teagan scolded, splashing my feet – which were hanging out of either side of the tub. These oval shaped tubs were not built for men of my stature. "Don't be a dick."
"Is he or is he not the same guy who walked out the door and never looked back?" Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her further up my body. "I don't care what his reasons are." Cupping one of her wet breasts in my hands, I tweaked her nipple, smirking when it hardened in my hand. "To me, Jordan Porter will always be that little prick who ran out on my niece."
"He's hardly little," she moaned, a little breathless. "He's like…six two."
"I could take him."
"Of course you could," she purred. "Big, bad fighter, you are."
"I knew we should have said something," I grumbled, moving my hand to cup her other breast. "Back when they got married?" I pinched Teagan's nipple and reveled in the moan that escaped her lips. "I knew it was a bad idea."
"It wasn't our place to tell," Teagan reminded me.
In fact, I was pretty sure she'd used those same words back then, too…
"…This is a bad idea, Thorn," I growled as I sat in the driver's seat of her Honda Civic outside the courthouse on fifth.
We weren't supposed to be hanging out together. Teagan was taking a huge-ass risk by being out in daylight with me.
So was I, but then again, I was used to breaking the rules when it came to her. I couldn't stay away from her.
"A really fucking bad idea."
"Noah," Teagan warned as she applied her lipstick in the rearview mirror. "She's my best friend."
"And her brother is my best friend," I shot back, unbuckling my seat belt.
Reaching behind my seat, I grabbed a coat for Teagan to put on. It was freezing outside. It had been snowing heavily all morning and she had too much skin on display for this kind of weather.
"How long do you think he'll stay my best friend when he finds out I was in on this? We need to tell her parents."
"It's not our place to tell," Teagan told me before mushing her lips together and making a kissing sound. "And besides, this is a happy day!" She used her baby finger to wipe the edge of her pink lip. "Be happy for them."
"Yeah, they get married and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Kyle Carter's fist."
"You're being dramatic."
"And you are being really fucking innocent if you think that Kyle won't hold us responsible for this shit." Shaking my head, I readjusted the silvery-grey tie Teagan had bought me.
I looked like a fucking tool in a pink goddamn shirt and grey suit pants and I made a mental note to never allow my girlfriend to go clothes shopping for me again.
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