Page 50 of Brim Over Boot
“Hey,” I shout, tugging the unknown guy off Noah, only barely clocking the widening of both men’s eyes before I’m in Noah’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
“Colton?” he asks, shocked.
“Hey, asshole,” the other guy says, trying to pull me back. I don’t let him.
“Tell him to go,” I grit out, not breaking Noah’s gaze.
His eyes ping between my own several times before he looks over my shoulder and shakes his head just a little. The guy lets out a sound of frustration and kicks the back of my boot before presumably trudging off. I don’t turn to check.
“What are you doing here?” Noah asks, a frown marring his face.
“Seriously?” I retort, a frantic edge leaking into my tone. “What’reyoudoing? You make me goddamnquestionthings, Noah, and then I find you here—what? Getting your kicks with somebody else? Is it all just a fucking game to you? Huh? WasIjust a game?”
Noah’s frown is deeper now, the coppery brown of his eyes looking dark in the club. He leans close, and my pulse jumps, breath stuttering as his hand grips my hip hard enough for me to feel the indentation of each fingertip.
“Did you ever stop to think I’m trying to figure myself out, too?” he asks slowly, his voice nearly disappearing amidst the throb of the music.
I come up short. Because no. That hadn’t once crossed my mind. I figured, after what happened, he had to benot straightand aware of it. The way he acted…so confident and in control. I thought, surely…
Noah dips his head, lips near my ear as I try to control my breathing. “I’ve never touched a man before you, little Colt.”
A shiver runs down my spine. One I’m quick to slough off.
I step back, meeting Noah’s gaze. “Guess that makes two of us.”
His eyes move between my own again, as if he’s trying to read me. I hate it. I don’t want Noah King inside my head.
I turn to go, my brain just now catching up to the rashness of my decision to race over here. And what for? What good did I possibly think it would do?
But Noah doesn’t let me go. His grip on my hip tightens, and he turns me into the wall at his back, putting it at mine. I let out a curse, knocking his hand away, only to get pinned in by his massive arms on both sides of me. My heart pounds heavily in my chest, and I do my damndest not to feel the stirring below my belt.
Becauseno. He doesn’t get to have that. Noah fucking King doesn’t get to be the one damn man I’m attracted to. I’mnot. I can’t be. Not him.
Not him.
“Were you jealous, little Colt?”
“Knock it off,” I tell him, pushing against his arm. He moves his hand to my chest, planting it firmly, his thumb at the hollow of my throat.
“Tell me,” he persists, his eyes half-lidded as he crowds me into the wall.
My pulse is beating so fast I’m more than positive he can feel it.
“Fuck. You,” I say instead.
Noah’s chuckle is dark, something I can’t even hear. I can sense it, though. Feel it reverberating from him to me. “Would you like that?” he asks, shocking me into silence. Noah presses his advantage, his hand slipping up to my throat, cradling me almost, except for the distinct edge of threat I can feel from his person. “Do you want me?”
“In your dreams,” I fire back, praying he doesn’t move any closer. If he does, there will be no hiding how turned on I am.
I’m fucked up. This is so fucked up.
“I have had very nice dreams about you,” he says, almost taunting.
I huff out a breath. “Oh yeah? What were we doing? Braiding each other’s hair? ’Cause I hate to break it to you, King. But I don’t see that happening in our lifetime.”
His chuckle is short-lived. “No,” he says, moving closer, his thumb pressing up on my jaw, the flower-laden rope vining darkly over his skin keeping me caged in. He waits until I meet his eye before saying, “You were on your knees for me. If I asked nicely, would you bow before me now?”
“Fuck. You,” I say again, with feeling.
