Page 11 of My Ex-Best Friends

“You can still do it, if you want.” She said it so sweetly and the way she looked up at him would’ve made any man crumble.

Noah motioned for her to move closer and I watched as she went up on her knees and scooted as close as she could get. He took his time looking at her before wrapping his hand around the back of her head and pulling her mouth down to his. Their kiss was slower but no less intense than Colt’s. Noah only pulled back when her hand was clutching his shirt and his chest was heaving.

My legs moved without my control and they didn’t stop until I was in front of Brooke, pulling her to her feet. I cupped her face in my hands and searched her face for any sign that she wanted me to stop. Instead she wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her chest into mine. Dropping my mouth to hers I kissed her hard, breathing in her tequila soaked scent until I couldn’t wait another second to taste her. Stroking my tongue over her lips, I groaned when she opened and let me in. Her hands tightened on my back and she let out a small whimper as I kissed her like it was my last kiss instead of her pretend first. Her lips were soft against mine and I had to force myself to let go of her.

When we pulled apart, we were both breathing hard. I took a few steps back, letting my hands fall to my sides. “Better yet?”

Her cheeks darkened with a pretty blush before she moved around to the back of the couch. “Well. If that didn’t fix me, I don’t think there’s any hope for me. I think I’d better go to bed now. Alone, I mean. Definitely alone. Just me, myself, and I. Where should I sleep? The couch? The floor? Outside?”

I threw back my head and laughed. “There’s an extra room you can use. Do you want me to show you the way?”

“Nope! That’s probably not a good idea… I mean, you’ve done enough. You all have. You’re all great. So, I’ll just go up to the room now.” She inched away. “And if you could just tell me which room it is…”

“Last room to the right.” I moved closer to her and grinned when she squeaked and practically sprinted up the stairs. Looking back at Noah, I shook my head. “Well, shit.”

He grunted. “Can you point that thing somewhere else?”

I glanced down at my erection and sighed. Flipping him off, I headed towards the stairs myself. “I’m going to bed. I’m not sure if I’m hoping to wake up and find that this was all a dream or not.”

“We’ve never been that lucky. We just walked right back into this clusterfuck.”

I didn’t bother answering him because we both knew he was right. There was never going to be a point in our lives with Brooke when things weren’t a clusterfuck. There was too much history between us and enough fucking tension to start a forest fire. Too bad none of us could handle a forest fire.

10

***Brooke***

Iwoke up the next morning with a raging hangover and enough shame to sneak out before any of the guys woke up. I had nowhere to go but I knew I couldn’t stay at Logan’s house for long because it was clear that I couldn’t control myself around them. It terrified me how quickly we’d gone straight back to the way things used to be. Well, almost.

Still feeling their kisses on my lightly bruised lips, I hurried into town and went straight to Anything but Fish, the diner I’d eaten at almost three times a week from the time I was able to chew my own food until I was eighteen. I needed caffeine and something greasy to soak up all the alcohol still rattling around in my body.

It didn’t take me long to realize my mistake. The moment I opened the diner door and the bell overhead rang I made eye contact with Aunt Karlene and froze. She narrowed her eyes on me immediately and raised her index finger to her temple. Hergreen eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a loud groaning noise and then pointed her other hand at me.

“The prodigal daughter returns! I’m seeing a broken marriage and an apology!” Throwing her arms wide, Aunt Karlene sent her flowing top flying over the table, dragging through her food. “Brooklyn Diana Monroe returns! I see a pick-up truck and a little red dress. I see three men-”

I nearly flew across the restaurant and clamped my hand over her mouth. “I’m not so against the idea of spending my life in prison that I won’t stab you with your fork right here and now, Aunt Karlene!”

She smirked up at me, all traces of her psychic bullshit gone. “I knew I’d get you to join me for breakfast.”

“You… You’re a pain in the ass, but I love you.” I slid into the booth opposite her and rubbed my temples. “I feel like death and you’re on a roll with your crap already.”

“If you think I’m going to let you sneak back into town like a little rat and not rub it into your face that I was right all along about that Fennel boy, you’re dead wrong. I was right about him. I told you so. You should’ve listened to me. I can’t believe you were going to get married without me and your mother there!” She pursed her purple painted lips at me and sighed. “I guess I’ll forgive you, though, since you’re already on your way to making my previous fortunes come true.”

A shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t believe she was a real psychic. She was just weird enough and crazy enough to trick the tourists into believing her. That didn’t mean she didn’t freak me out at times when she predicted things with so much confidence that it seemed a little too real.

“Uh huh. I’ve been telling you your entire life that I’m the real deal and you never believe me. I know you don’t believe me, though, because I know things! Just like I know you’re already back in cahoots with your little pack of sexiness.” She studied meand didn’t notice a waitress had joined us. “I can see your future, Brooklyn, and you’re going to marry one of those hunks.”

The waitress gasped and clutched her notepad to her chest. “Oh, my gosh! Who’s she going to marry?”

I stared up at the teenager and frowned. “No one. I’m not marrying anyone.”

“I can’t say.” Aunt Karlene raised her arms over her head and let out a long, and loud, shivering sound. “It’s so. You’ll marry one of them within the year. Just like I always said. The four of you are just meant to be.”

“The four of you? Oh. Oh! Logan, Noah, and Colt! That’s amazing! There are a lot of women in this town who are going to be upset about that.” The waitress noticed I was still staring at her and blushed. “I’m sorry! My name’s Kara. I don’t mean to be nosy but people have been talking about you being back all night and morning! I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity. I’ve heard so much about you and your three best friends growing up. They’re all so dreamy. Who do you think you’ll marry?”

I glared at Aunt Karlene. “No one. I’m going to be single for a long time. It’s nice to meet you, though, Kara. Do you think you could bring me a five-gallon bucket of black coffee?”

“Oh! I’m sorry! I just got lost in Ms. Karlene’s magic. I’ll bring you a cup of coffee and I’ll refill it as often as you need.” Kara tapped her notepad to her mouth and wiggled in place. “This is just so exciting!”

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