Page 18 of Diverge

Emptying the contents of the boxes onto the plates I gesture for him to sit at the breakfast bar and begin to dig into my chow mein, and it tastes sensational.

“Do you have any food throughout the day? It’s not fucking normal how you demolish your food every single time. Slow down a little.”

Chewing the food currently in my mouth, I shrug.

“Aw, that’s cute. Are you afraid I’ll choke?” I say with my mouth full.

He looks up at me, and I immediately regret what I just said.

“I can give you something else to choke on,” he says, completely unfazed and serious, which almost does make me choke.

“I had to skip lunch today. I legitimately did not have the time to eat,” I confess, ignoring the sudden pulse between my thighs. He picks up his chopsticks and begins to eat his fried rice when I notice the back of his hands are bruised and scabbed.

“Did that happen at training?” I question as he looks down to his knuckles. Something floats through his mind as he pauses then nods. “Aren’t you supposed to wear gloves or something?” I know Riley does, so I’m confused why his hands look so battered.

“It’s nothing. I was training alone with a bag and forgot my hand wraps.” He continues to eat without looking at me. Changing the subject, I bring up Noah.

“I spoke to my colleague; you know the one who works with the Boomers?” His eyes immediately meet mine, and I smile. “He spoke to his contact from the US, and they will be here next month with a few scouts. He gave me their number so I can forward it on to you.”

He stops eating and looks up at me with big eyes, those big, beautiful, green eyes.

“Billie, that’s...” He puts his chopsticks down and stands. “That’s fucking amazing. Noah is going to be so happy.” I smile as he walks around the counter, putting his arms around me. I hug him back, feeling his hard chest on my cheek. Pulling back slowly, he looks down at me. “This means a lot to me. Thank you.”

“Please, I did nothing.” My cheeks begin to heat as his eyes fall to my lips. My lips part as I move my hands down to his chest, feeling his hard muscles underneath my skin.

“Don’t do that.” He breathes, and our eyes lock.

“Do what?”

“Don’t look at me like that, little B.” His hands begin to slide lower down my back as he moves in closer. “I can hardly control myself around you, and it makes it ten times harder when you look at me that way.”

The way he is so honest with his thoughts just makes me like him even more. The need to feel him closer grows more and more as I squeeze my thighs together trying to create some friction, feeling needy for his touch. It’s ridiculous how attracted I am to this man, when three months ago, he was just my brother’s friend.

We look into each other’s eyes, and my heart pounds beneath my chest.

I want him.

I want him so bad.

Feeling the adrenaline coursing through my skin, I swiftly wrap my arms around his neck as our lips collide. He groans, lifting me up by my bare thighs as I lock my ankles around his waist.

The kiss grows deeper as his hands slide up my thighs to my bare ass. I’ve got nothing but a G-string under this oversized shirt, and by the way his hands are grasping me, I think he likes it.

My breathing accelerates as he walks us over to my bedroom, laying us down on my freshly made bed, and he moves his hand up underneath my shirt. A moan escapes me as his large, masculine hand grabs my breast. I feel his hot breath on my neck as his tongue swirls on my skin. His hand travels down and slides into my G-string, sending a zing through my entire body.

There’s a knock on my door as he continues to kiss me, his hand down my pants, massaging my clit, ignoring the intrusion. Just when I think they’ve gone, another series of knocks rumble on my front door.

I groan in frustration at the intrusion as Nate lets out a chuckle.

“Maybe you should get that,” he says, standing and adjusting himself.

Whatever or whoever this is better be good.

I stand and my shirt falls back down to my mid-thigh as I run my fingers through my hair and stomp to the front door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I am genuinely curious as to who could be at my door right now.

The wind is completely knocked out of me as my eyes land on the very last person I would have expected to see. I immediately slam the door shut in a panic and turn to look at Nate who is now standing in the doorway of my bedroom with a confused look on his face.

“Is everything okay?” he asks as he begins walking over to me.

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