“Get used to it,” I tell him, plucking the movie off the desk. “I’m not like the other girls who just fall at your feet. If you want something from me, you’re going to have to earn it. “Oh,” I add, giving him the sweetest smile possible. “And the next time you correct my grammar, I’m going to tear your ballsack from your body and feed it to you.”
I turn and walk for the door, wondering where the hell all that confidence just came from. I mean, did I just push him away before anything has even really begun, or did I just set him a challenge that he couldn’t possibly resist?
Why can’t this whole ‘liking a boy’ shit be easy?
“That’s it?” he questions suspiciously as I reach for the handle. “Just… fix the Kindle? No payback or endless torture to endure?” He gives me a boyish smile that has me forgetting my own name as he enjoys this little game between us.
Damn it. There goes that straight face.
I shrug my shoulders. “Who knows?” I say looking back at him and trying not to swoon over the tattoos and sharp jawline as I leave the room. “Maybe I already got my payback.”
Just as I think I’ve got away with it, a snicker slips from my lips and before I know it, Noah’s warm arms are slipping around my waist before he presses me up against the wall, pinning his body against mine as his eyes narrow with intense suspicion. “What did you do?” he questions.
The smile spreads across my face and just like that, he knows he was right, I certainly have gotten my sweet, sweet revenge. I raise my chin and gently brush my lips against his, loving the animalistic, crazed look that seeps into his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re a shitty liar,” he murmurs back, letting his lips continue to move against mine. He pauses for a second and suddenly everything changes. It’s almost as though someone poured freezing water all over him. “That was Tully’s car we heard before,” he gasps, “what were you doing outside?”
I shrug my shoulders, finding it impossible to come up with another lie right now, but absolutely loving how good it feels to tease the guy.
His eyes widen, realizing he’s on the right track. “My car,” he gasps.
With that, he takes off down the hallway like a bat out of hell as the laughter overtakes me. The next thing I hear is the front door being torn open so quickly that it rebounds off the adjoining wall.
I hurry up the hallway behind him, but I’m nowhere near as fast.
“HOLY FUCK,” I hear roared from outside, only making my laughter come so much harder, to the point I fall to the floor. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”
“What’s going on?” Rivers asks, coming out from the kitchen and crossing towards the front door with Tully falling in behind him.
I can’t even reply to his question, but there’s no need as he stands out front, taking in the now pink and yellow Camaro, sitting in the very center of the big drive. “Fuck,” Rivers laughs, looking back at me with a low whistle and for once, there’s no darkness as he looks at me. “You better run.”
I see nothing but a cold, hard warning within his eyes and that knowledge alone has me scrambling to my feet and taking off like my ass is on fire.
Noah shoots back in through the front door and I squeal as he charges towards me. “No,” I scream out as he thunders through the house behind me. I head for the hallway, hoping I can make it out the back door in time, but he’s way too fast.
Noah collects me in his strong grip and hauls me over his shoulder. “Nowhere to go now, Spitfire,” he booms.
“Put me down.”
“No.”
I can’t help but scream out as he turns on his heel and barges through the bathroom door. “What are you doing?” I laugh, banging my fists on his back over and over again, hoping and praying he will put me down.
He grunts a few times as he rips the shower door open. Dread fills me and I hold onto him with everything I’ve got, knowing he’s about to throw me in.
The freezing cold water is put on full blast and as he tries to tear me off him, he realizes I’m going to put up one hell of a fight. My fingers dig into his strong waist, holding on as tight as I can, making it impossible for him to pull me off.
What I didn’t anticipate was him sacrificing himself for his sweet revenge.
Noah shrugs. “Suit yourself,” he tells me moments before he dives into the cold shower too.
Chapter 11
The cold water assaults me and I squeal out, desperate for dry land, or at least a towel. I arch my back off his shoulder, trying my hardest to pull away from the water. “Shit, Noah. It’s freezing,” I shriek. “Put me down.”