Unbreakable (Haven Falls 6)

Needing more of me, he pushes the fabric of my shirt up my body and I suck in a breath, hesitating for the briefest moment. Are we alone? Because I sure as hell don’t want to be caught getting naked on the couch in the middle of his family’s living room. I’ve done some questionable things in my life but this…I don’t know. I’m not feeling like being drowned in a world of embarrassment today.

I dropped off Aria with dad this morning which was interesting. He was certainly sober, but he looked like absolute shit and from the guilty expression on his face, I’d dare say that he regretted yesterday deeply, but I wasn’t ready to forgive and forget so I turned on my heel and left.

I haven’t seen Tully all day so there’s a possibility that she could still be in her room fast asleep on her broken bed. She was out late last night and I’m pretty sure she was with Spencer or Aiden. Hell maybe both. I don’t know but at least she’s out enjoying her summer as she should be.

As for his parents…I’m really hoping they’re at work.

Noah’s hands pause, sensing my hesitation. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs, slightly pulling back to see my eyes.

“We’re alone, right?”

“Mmhmm. Tully left just before you got here.”

“Probably to spend the day flirting with Spencer.”

“Really? You’re going to ruin this by talking about my sister with Spencer?”

My lips lift into a smirk before I lower myself back down to him, capturing his lips in mine and letting him know that nothing is holding us back.

Noah’s hand continues traveling up, taking my shirt with it as his other finds my ass and gives it a firm squeeze. I feel him harden beneath me and I groan with anticipation. My shirt comes up over my head and is tossed aside before he reaches for my bra and snaps it open with the quickest flick of his practiced fingers.

Needing to feel him, my fingertips slip under his shirt and I melt into the feel of his toned abs. He’s carved from stone, perfectly sculptured just for me. I’ve got to have more.

I push his shirt up and he raises his body off the couch, helping me to pull it over his head before we both go crashing back down, his lips never once leaving mine.

Noah’s hand runs down my back and over my ass before slipping between my legs and making me groan into him as he teases me with the promise of what he can offer.

These damn fucking jeans. I need to get rid of them or this game is going to be over before it even begins.

As if sensing my thoughts, Noah dives for the button of my jeans and I wait impatiently, cursing myself for my obsession with too tight jeans.

They get halfway down my legs when there’s a knock at the door which has Noah groaning in frustration. I smile against his lips. “If we’re quiet, they might go away.”

He grins and gets back to work when there’s a second knock followed by a loud, demanding voice coming through the solid wood of the front door. “Noah Cage. This is Officer Langston and Officer Thomas from the Haven Falls Police Department. We have a warrant for your arrest. Please open the door or we will have no choice but to use force.”

What. The. Fuck. What now?

Could this summer get any fucking worse?

Noah looks up at me in confusion with his brows furrowed. “What the hell?”

I search his eyes as I pull up off him and rip my jeans back up my legs. “What did you do?”

“Nothing. I swear,” he says, getting off the couch.

The voice from the door comes again, this time clearly frustrated for having to wait. “Noah Cage?”

“Yeah, I’m coming. I’m coming,” he calls back.

Noah pulls on his shirt as I scramble around trying to find mine. He makes his way to the door and I only just get my shirt down past my stomach when he pulls it open, finding the two officers standing before us.

I hurry into Noah’s side before forcing my way in front of him and staring down the cops. “What’s this about?”

“Ma’am, please step out of the way,” the shorter of the two cops says.

“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on.”

Noah’s hands come to my shoulders. “Henley, it’s fine. We’ll go down to the station and get some answers. It’s probably some kind of mix up.”

“No,” I demand, throwing both hands up on the doorframe and blocking their way. “I’m not moving until you tell me why the hell you’re arresting my boyfriend.”

The cop, who I’m assuming is Officer Langston from his badge, sighs. “Ma’am, please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“I’m not. As soon as you can tell me why he’s getting arrested, then I’ll happily move out of your way. Besides, don’t you have to tell him why he’s getting arrested before you arrest him?”