Page 51 of Brim Over Boot
My eyes slip shut when Noah’s body presses to mine, the weight of him impossible to ignore, the way hegrindsslowly against me proof I’m not fooling anyone. Least of all him.
“I think you were jealous,” he says at my ear, his hand slipping from the front of my throat to the back of my neck. He holds me tightly. Possessively. “I think I like you jealous.”
“Why?” I huff out, willing my erection a swift death. Instead of going down, it throbs against Noah’s hip, liking the rough handling far too much.
Noah hums, the vibration of it traveling from his chest to mine. His lips are still pressed close to my ear, and I wonder what we look like to anyone bothering to pay us any mind. Two men in an intimate embrace, no different than anyone else inside this club?
“Because,” he says, stopping long enough to nip the shell of my ear, “I like having your reins in my hand, little Colt. Tell me. If I tug, will you come to heel?”
My breath stutters out of me, my immediate refusal getting caught on the way out of my throat. I want to screamno. No fucking way will I let Noah King lead me around by the balls. But I already have, haven’t I? I let him once. And my conviction of it never happening again is weakening the longer Noah’s hand remains wrapped around my neck.
“I don’t like you,” I remind him.
“You don’t have to. Not for this.”
Ah, fuck.
My hips hitch against Noah before I can stop myself. He feels it. Of course he does. His hand tightens almost painfully against my nape before fingers sift up into my hair. He tugs my head to the side, his lips at my neck.
I need to push him away. I need…
A moan works its way out of my throat as Noah’s mouth clamps down on my skin, sucking harshly, the flit of his tongue driving an electric current from my spine to my balls. I blink rapidly, trying to get my head on straight, trying to remember why this is a bad fucking idea.
It is, isn’t it? The worst.
Noah’s lips slide upwards, sucking again, and my head thunks against the wall. His fingers massage the back of my head—an apology?—before he’s tugging me back around, meeting my eye. He’s so close, his lashes looking dark, his eyes asking a question I don’t know the answer to.
Hate him. Hate this man.
So why I lean forward to catch his stupidly full lips with my own, I have no fucking clue. Noah crowds me into the wall, both hands in my hair now, and when the hell did I grab his shirt? I don’t have a single brain cell left to make sense of this.
Because Noah’s lips are on mine. Ruthless. Powerful. All-consuming.
He’s kissing me. I’m kissinghim.
And it’s so much more than lackluster.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I have a hate-on for Noah fucking King.
Chapter 16
Noah
Ifhepullsaway,I might just die.
Luckily, Colton doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, pinned as he is to the wall like a bug, his hand in my shirt shifting to my lower back, tugging me closer. I try to corral the groan that wants to break free, but I don’t quite manage it.
This man makes me unhinged. He brings me undone.
And I’m past caring about the repercussions. At least for now.
Colton tastes like whiskey, and somehow the harshness of it matches this man, who’s biting at my mouth as if he wants to make sure I know damn well I’m on his shit list.
I’m well aware.
