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At this point, I think I’d rather have Reggie think I’m gay than have him know I want Noel to live with me. I’d like my
spoon
to stay unbent, thank you very much.

Chapter 3

It’s Hard Out There for a Pimp

Noel

“M
OTHER!”

My shout echoes through the entryway of the house as I slam the door closed behind me, loud enough to rattle the windows. I curse under my breath and stomp my foot in frustration when my arms get stuck in the sleeves of my coat. When I finally manage to untangle myself, I’m hot, sweaty, and so pissed off that I start whipping my coat against the wall over and over.

“I’m pretty sure the coat is dead, sweetheart.”

The deep voice sends tingles up my spine, and I immediately drop the offending coat and whirl around in surprise. As soon as I see Sam standing there, his long, muscular legs encased in a pair of faded jeans and his well-defined upper body showcased in a tight, grey long-sleeve he has pushed up to the elbows, my eyes fill with tears and I quickly close the distance between us.

Sam removes his hands from his pockets right before my body collides with his, wrapping his arms around me tightly and lifting me off my feet.

“Jesus, I missed you,” he whispers, pressing his face into my tangle of hair and inhaling deeply. “Four days away and I almost lost my mind.”

I squeeze my eyes closed to keep the tears from falling, my arms around his neck pulling him closer.

“Are you smelling my hair?” I ask with a smile, my lips grazing the side of his neck.

He sets me back down on my feet and moves us apart just enough to look down at my face.

“I always smell your hair. It’s not creepy if you’re awake and you know I’m doing it,” he teases with a roguish smirk. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

He brings his hand up between us and presses it against my cheek, using his thumb to swipe away the wet trail.

“I’m not crying,” I sniffle. “My eyes are leaking fluid of frustration. There’s a difference.”

He chuckles softly and I smile up at him, even though I’m still pissed and irritated. Having him back home makes me feel much better than I did a few minutes ago.

“What are you doing home? I thought you weren’t going to be back until Sunday night?”

His hand moves from my cheek and his fingers slide through my long bangs to move them away from my face. I try not to purr like a cat when he repeats the movement a few more times while he speaks.

“We got done early and I paid the cabbie double to get me to the airport in half the time so I could make the last flight back to Ohio tonight,” he explains with a smile, moving his head down until his lips are right next to my ear. “I couldn’t handle spending one more night without being inside you.”

His warm breath floats over my ear and goose bumps pebble my skin at his words.

“Noel, you’re home! Margie called and said you left the interview early. What happened? Did you screw it up?”

And just like that, the sound of my mother’s voice kills the imagery of Sam and I naked in bed and tangled together. Pulling out of his arms, I give him a reassuring smile and a pat to his chest.

“I’m sorry for what you are about to hear,” I tell him before turning around to face my mother.

“Oh, you mean the interview I had at a BROTHEL? Yes, I believe I did leave early,” I inform her with an irritated scowl.

“Uh, did you say
brothel
?” Sam asks from behind me.

“You had an interview with her brother?” my mother replies in confusion. “I didn’t know Margie had a brother.”

“A BROTHEL! Brrrrooooooothel!” I yell, stretching out the word. “Otherwise known as, a fucking whore house!”

My mother
tsks
and shakes her head. “You must have been mistaken. Margie won’t even watch television after 7pm ever since she saw a naked tush on
Grey’s Anatomy
.”

My father, Aunt Bobbie, and a stranger who looks like he could be a cover model for
GQ
, walk out from the kitchen when they hear the commotion.

“Well, maybe Margie doesn’t partake in the activities that go on in her home, but the hookers she employs certainly do,” I deadpan. “I can’t believe you actually sent me on an interview to manage hookers!”

Sam rests his hands on my shoulders and massages them gently to ease some of my tension. If we were alone right now, I would shove him into the nearest empty room and let him ease my stress in a much more naked and satisfying way. Sadly, we aren’t alone.

“It pays well
and
you get medical benefits. I don’t see what the big deal is,” my mother says with a shrug.

“Oh, I don’t know. The big deal is probably that it’s ILLEGAL, and my dream job really isn’t managing hookers by scheduling their STD testing, making sure there’s a bulk supply of condoms and lube in the kitchen cabinet under the sink, and checking all the vibrators for dead batteries,” I explain in annoyance.

“Did you by any chance snag a few of those vibrators for us before you left?” Sam whispers.

I can hear the smile in his voice and I assume he’s joking, which is the only reason I don’t reach back and punch him in the stomach. On second thought, the idea of Sam using a vibrator on me isn’t too shabby of an idea…

“Is there a lengthy application process for customers? I’m asking for a friend,” strange
GQ
model asks, stepping out from behind my mother with a mischievous grin on his face. He’s about the same height as Sam’s six feet and has the same lean muscular build. Really, the only difference in the two men is at the top of their heads, Sam having short dark hair and this guy with short blonde hair. They’re like the ying and yang of hot guys.

“Ignore everything that comes out of his mouth,” Sam informs me. “Noel, this is Alex, the guy you spoke to on the phone the other day.”

Ahhhhh, yes. The guy who snatched the phone out of Sam’s hand when we were in the middle of an epic phone sex session and asked if we could conference him in on our call because he was feeling lonely. After Sam kicked his ass and took the phone back, the mood was long gone and Sam told me that he met Alex when he first joined the Marines and explained that even if he’s a perverted pig most of the time, he was a good guy and like a brother to him.

Sam’s parents were killed when he was a baby, and he spent the rest of his childhood bouncing around foster homes until he turned eighteen and joined the Marines. It broke my heart when he first told me the story, making me hate my behavior toward my own family at that time even more because Sam had no one. When he mentioned he might be bringing Alex home with him to meet me, I was ecstatic. It made me happy to know Sam has someone out there in the world he can count on, aside from me and my insane family.

“It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Noel,” Alex greets me with a smile as he steps in front of me. “Now, about those hookers…”

Sam leans around me and punches Alex in the side of the arm. “He’s kidding.”

“Speak for yourself, shit-stick. I haven’t had the pleasure of getting laid on the regular like you. If Noel has an in with some professionals, I’m taking advantage of it,” he winks in my direction.

My father immediately reaches up and smacks Alex on the back of the head.

“I’m a professional!” Aunt Bobbie interrupts, raising her hand in the air while she looks Alex up and down.

Alex mouth drops open and his eyes widen when she takes a step toward him. I have no idea what she did to him before I got here, but I can only assume it had something to do with grabbing his junk going by the look of panic on his face. Like a toddler running from a scary clown, Alex quickly moves behind my dad, holding onto the sides of his arms and using him as a shield to protect his man-parts from Aunt Bobbie’s wandering hands and eyes.

“You’re a professional bullshitter. Put your hand down before you give the poor boy a heart attack,” my mother reprimands Aunt Bobbie with a roll of her eyes. “Now, back to this job opportunity you screwed up…”

“I didn’t screw it up. I was very polite and didn’t scream at all when Margie paraded all her hookers into the living room and told me part of my interview would include choosing the right combination of lingerie for each of her girls,” I inform her through clenched teeth.

“Sorry, could you repeat that? I’m going to need a little more detail to create a visual. Cup size, hair color and length, and did the carpets match the drapes?” Alex asks, peeking his head out from behind my father, who promptly brings his elbow back into Alex’s gut.

It’s nice to see how well Alex fits in with our family after only a few minutes.

“Of course Margie’s carpet matches her drapes,” my mother scoffs. “What do you think she is, an animal? I’m not saying I agree with her color pallet of beige carpet and rose-colored drapes, but honestly, do people really mismatch something like this?”

“Some people don’t even have carpet, my dear,” Aunt Bobbie tells her with a laugh.

“Well, that’s understandable. Bare floors go with everything.” My mother nods.

“Like my mouth,” Alex adds with a grin.

My father puts his hands on his hips and turns his head to face Alex. “Do you WANT me to take you out back and shoot you?”

“ENOUGH!” I shout, holding both my hands up in the air. “We’re done talking about this.”

The front door suddenly opens, cutting me off from having to explain the whole carpet and drapes thing to my mother, thank God.

“It’s colder than a witch’s tit out there!” my best friend, Scheva, announces as she closes the door behind her and stands in the entryway, shivering and looking around expectantly. “What did I miss?”

“You don’t want to know,” I mutter, helping her remove her coat as my mother pushes in between Sam and I to get to her.

“Scheva! I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you dear? You look too skinny. Have you been eating? Noel, why aren’t you making her eat?” she asks, giving Scheva a quick hug.

Scheva laughs and we share a knowing look as my mom fusses over her. Scheva Oliver was my closest friend in high school, and even though we didn’t talk that often when I moved away to Seattle, we picked right back up where we left off when I decided to stay here a month ago. When I called her as soon as I left Margie’s house and told her what happened, she met me at the closest bar, like any good friend does.

I give her and Sam a quick introduction and watch as her eyes zero right in on Alex, still hiding behind my father.

“Sorry, Bev, I was too busy having your daughter explain how the hooker business works tonight to eat. Very fascinating,” she explains, her eyes never leaving Alex.

“Scheva, this is Sam’s friend Alex. Alex, Scheva,” I announce.

“How’s it hanging?” she asks him with a smirk.

“High and hard and to the left,” he immediately replies.

Aunt Bobbie’s hand quickly flies back into the air. “I CONCUR!”

After a few minutes of arguing with Scheva, my mother finally gives up trying to stuff her full of leftovers, dragging my father and Aunt Bobbie down the hall and into the kitchen to give the four of us some privacy. Her not-so-subtle hand gestures for my benefit, pointing between Alex and Scheva along with a thumbs up meant she thought I needed to play matchmaker between my friend and Sam’s.

Scheva had spent the last few hours complaining about how there were no good men left in this town, in between my complaints about interviewing to be a pimp. It could be a good idea, but I’ll never tell my mother that. At least it got her mind off of
my
issues for the time being. Maybe I can convince Scheva to snuggle up to Alex and find out what’s going on in Sam’s head. Having a little insider information would stop me from making a complete ass out of myself and saying or doing something stupid. Like flat-out asking Sam if he thinks we’re really engaged.

Chapter 4

Limp Noodle

Sam

“M
mmmmmfffffffshrk!”

I chuckle between Noel’s legs when I hear her curse, muffled by the pillow she has tightly pressed over her face. Spreading her wider with my thumbs, I dip my head back down and swipe my tongue through her, moaning softly when the taste of her coats my mouth.

I’m never leaving her again. Even if I have to hide her under my bunk during training, she’s coming with me from now on. Four days without her pussy is four days too many.

“Move the pillow so I can hear you,” I mutter, blowing a little hot air against her swollen clit, which makes her hips buck closer to my mouth.

“NO!” she whisper-yells, pulling the pillow back just far enough to get that word out, before shoving it right back against her.

Her thighs squeeze my shoulders tightly and her ankles lock together behind my back when I start circling my thumb around her clit.

“Your parents are fast asleep and I can hear their sound machine from down here,” I whisper back, twisting my hand so I can slowly slip my middle finger inside of her while my thumb continues with its torture. “They’ve got that thing so loud that the house could explode and they wouldn’t even notice.”

I should feel guilty that I’m taking advantage of Bev and Reggie’s daughter right down the hall where they’re passed out, but I’m not. We are grown-ass adults, and if Noel refuses to live with me and her mother continues telling me I have to spend the night so she can make me breakfast in the morning, this is going to keep happening. I’d much prefer being in my own home, alone with Noel so I can hear her scream my name, but after watching Alex and Scheva shamelessly flirt with one another for a few hours followed by Scheva offering to give Alex a ride to his hotel, there was no way I wanted to wait another thirty minutes for Noel to give me a ride back to my house before I got her naked.

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