Wildflower (Colors #4) (21 page)

It was bizarre how a person could go nearly six years without having sex, and then they get
one
little taste of what they’d been missing, and they turn into a horny sex fiend.

I flipped to my back, staring up at the slowly rotating ceiling fan above my bed. The wildly-detailed dream I’d just had starring Noah and his fabulous body had left me all kinds of hot and bothered. Now I was wide awake, my body was throbbing incessantly, and my nipples were hard.

And it was all Noah’s fault.

The rat bastard.

If he hadn’t said such dirty words to me earlier that morning, I wouldn’t have walked around all day long with nothing but sex on the brain. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to kill him or cuff him to the bed and have my way with him. The digital numbers on the bedside clock showed it was close to midnight, and while my body was exhausted, my brain just wouldn’t shut off.

As I lay there, the silence throughout the house was disrupted by a faint, pinging sound coming from somewhere down the hall.

“What the hell?” I whispered into the darkness, putting my palms to the mattress and pushing up to sitting. I heard the sound again, three quick pings in a row. Just as I was about to climb from the bed to go investigate, I heard the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor outside my room.

“Low-Low?” Ethan called, and I sighed in relief that it was just my little brother and not some psycho serial killer sneaking through our house in the dead of night.

“Yeah, shrimp?”

His tall frame stepped into the open doorway of my room, casting a long shadow over the floor. Even though Ethan had officially passed me in height since I moved back to Pembrooke, he still looked adorably rumpled. His t-shirt and pants wrinkled from sleep, the hair on one side of his head standing straight up as he rubbed his right fist into his tired eye. He might have been bigger than me, but it was in times like this one that he still looked so young, where I was reminded that he was still my little shrimp.

“Why’s Coach Murphy throwing rocks at my window?” he asked as he fell onto my bed and curled into a ball.

“What?”

“Woke me up,” he mumbled.

“Are you serious?”

“Uh huh.”

I climbed out of the bed and scurried down the hall into Ethan’s room. Sure enough, the moment I crossed the threshold, I heard the ping again. I walked to the closed window and looked down. “What the hell?” I said again for the second time in as many minutes. Noah was standing below, underneath the tall oak tree that had grown outside the bedroom window, like he had so many time years ago when we’d been together. It was like
déjà vu
. Back when we were together, he’d sneak out of his parents’ house late at night and come to Grammy’s, throwing rocks at my window until I woke up and went downstairs to meet him. We’d never been able to get enough of each other.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I grabbed my heavy coat off the hook by the door and threw it over my sleep shorts and tank and slid my feet into the fur-lined boots on the floor, not caring that I wasn’t properly dressed for the freezing temps outside.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I climbed down the steps of the porch.

“Reliving the past,” he answered with a breathtaking smile as he met me on the porch, stepping in front of me and wrapping me in a tight hug. I looked up at him, the air freezing in my lungs having nothing to do with the bitter wind. “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see you again.”

“So you decided to wake up my little brother to get my attention?” I teased.

“Wait… what? That’s your—”

My head fell back in laughter. “I moved to the master, Noah. Ethan’s in my old room since it was bigger.”

“Son of a bitch! So much for being smooth.”

Before I could say another word, the screen door opened and closed with a bang, drawing my and Noah’s attention to the porch where Ethan stood. “So… are you two, like back together or something?”

So much for trying to find the best way to break the news to Ethan.

“Uh…” I stuttered at the same time Noah groaned, “Shit.”

“Yes,” I answered honestly. There was no point in lying since we were already busted.

“Seriously?” Ethan asked, his arms crossing over his chest, one eyebrow raising skeptically.

“Yes,” I repeated. “But we’re taking it slow. We were going to tell you.”

He stood there and stared at the two of us for several seconds before finally saying, “It’s freezing. I’m going back to bed.”

“Well that went…” my voice faded.

“Weird,” Noah finished for me.

“I can honestly say I have no idea how he just took that.”

I felt Noah’s attention come back to me and turned my head to look at him. “But he is right about one thing,” he said.

“And what’s that?”

“I’m freezing my nuts off out here.”

“I’d invite you in, but—”

“I was thinking something else,” he interrupted. “Seeing as Ethan’s awake… at least at the moment, and I’m not goin’ anywhere until I get to feel you up for a few minutes, what do you say we—”

“Fool around in your back seat?” I finished with an excited smile, knowing exactly where his head was. Back in the day, I’d lost count of how many times I would sneak out of Grammy’s house in the middle of the night to neck with Noah in the back of his truck. I suddenly felt like a teenager again as I eagerly skipped to the back door of his large SUV. I pulled the door open and got a peek at the roomy back seat. Fooling around in there would be so much better than his old truck.

The SUV was still running so the cab was nice and toasty as Noah climbed in behind me and shut the door. It was like being locked away in our own little bubble, temporarily safe from the outside world.

“Come here,” Noah growled, grabbing hold of my wrist and yanking me across the bench seat until I was straddling his lap. “Fuck, baby.” His voice rumbled up from his chest, the vibrations flowing through my entire body as I brought my mouth down on his.

The kiss started out hungry. There was no slow buildup or sweet pecking. It was all hot and wet, teeth biting, tongues possessing. The kiss itself was enough to drive me wild.

Noah’s hands pushed into my coat, skimming up my sides until he reached my breasts, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure over my thin tank. “Best tits I’ve ever seen,” he groaned against my neck, making my already hard nipples even more painfully tight. “Jacket off, wildflower. I want these in my mouth.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned as I pushed my coat off my shoulders so he had better access. The sleeves barely cleared my hands before Noah had my tank pulled up over my bare breasts. There was no hesitation as he cupped one and brought it up, sucking the nipple between his greedy lips. My head fell back on a whimper and my hips moved of their own accord, grinding against the steel hard-on behind his jeans.

Noah’s mouth switched from one nipple to the other, showing both equally torturous attention. “Honey,” I moaned again, moving harder and faster against his hard cock. I needed more. I felt my orgasm building deep in my belly. But I needed
more
.

“You wet for me, baby?” he asked against my skin, his teeth biting down just hard enough to send a shock from my breast straight to my clit. “Answer me,” he demanded when all I replied with was a low, deep groan.

“Yes, baby.”

Noah moved his lips to my neck, nipping, licking, and kissing. “You wanna come?”

“God, yes,” I rumbled, moving rocking against him over and over. I dug my fingertips into his scalp, trying to hold his mouth in place against my flesh. I couldn’t decide where I wanted his lips and tongue more, my mouth, my neck, or my breasts. I wanted to feel him everywhere at once. “You’re driving me crazy, Noah,” I breathed.

One of his hands tangled in my hair, forcing my head down so he could devour my mouth while his other hand slid into the waistband of my shorts, his fingers continuing their quest until they hit gold.

A growl worked its way up his throat and down mine as he pressed against my clit. I jerked as he spoke. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Need more, honey,” I panted.

At my request, two of his fingers pushed inside me, pumping as his thumb swirled in a tight circle over my clit. “I’m close. Oh, shit. So close.” I thrust against his hand until I exploded, coming on a long whimper as he swallowed all my sounds.

“Up,” he bit out, breaking through the fog of an incredible climax.

Before I had a chance to move, his strong hands were on my waist, lifting me up, shifting me off his lap to the side. Seconds later, my shorts and panties were whipped off my legs and I was back in my original position without so much as moving on my own.

“Need inside you.
Now
.” Noah’s hand went between us, popping the button on his jeans and pulling the zipper down until he was able to free his cock. He positioned the thick head and grabbed hold of my waist, slamming me down as his hips drove up, filling me in one swift, rough thrust. “
Fuck
!” he cursed as he began moving under me quicker and harder, lifting me up and pulling me down, fucking me on his cock in a way that had a second, more intense orgasm building only seconds after the first one had ended.

“Oh shit. Noah!” I cried. “I’m gonna come.”

“Give it to me, wildflower. I wanna hear you.”

“
Noah
!” I shouted as it spiraled through me like a tornado. I felt my release in every cell, every nerve ending, until I was sure I’d pass out from pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck,
fuck
!” Noah grunted. As he planted himself to the root, his dick twitching as he came inside me. “Unh,” he groaned as he filled me up. Once he emptied all of himself, he held me in place, his forehead resting against my shoulder as we worked to regulate our breathing. Things had gotten so out of hand, every one of the windows of the SUV were fogged.

“Jesus, wildflower. I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Mmm,” I hummed as I rubbed my fingers over his scalp, appreciating the way his short hair scraped over my skin. I’d always loved his buzz cut.

“You pick a night for our date?” he asked, lifting his head just enough to kiss my neck again.

“It’s been one day!” I laughed.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

I shifted his head so I could reach his lips. “I’ll pick a night.” I pecked his lips. “I promise.”

He kissed me back. “Okay, baby.”

Noah’s helped me back into my clothes, tucked himself back into his jeans, and walked me up the porch steps to the front door, kissing me one more time.

“Sleep good, sweetheart.”

“You too, honey.”

At the sound of my
honey
, his face split into a brilliant smile. He headed back to his SUV and waited for me to get inside and close the door before pulling away. It was crazy, but the moment he was out of sight, I found myself missing him.

I was just about to start my freak out when Ethan’s voice sounded from the kitchen. “Low-Low.”

I jumped, my hand to my chest as I spun around, finding him sitting in the dark at the kitchen island.

“What are you still doing up? I thought you were going back to bed.”

Ignoring my question, he asked, “You’re back together with Coach Murphy?”

The tone of his voice had my back going straight. It wasn’t hostility, wasn’t anger, but whatever I heard twisted my stomach with worry. “What’s the matter, shrimp? Are you worried about us dating while you’re on the team?”

“The team’s got nothing to do with it. I just…”

I walked straight to my brother, running my fingers through his rumpled hair. “Just what, sweetie?”

He studied me in the darkness for several seconds. “I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

I wasn’t. Not with Ethan sitting before me, visibly bothered by something. But I pushed that to the side, determined to be the adult, the responsible one. It was
my
job to protect
him
. Not the other way around.

“I’m good, sweetie. I promise.”

More silence. Then, “Okay.” He pushed off the stool before I could say anything else, placing a quick kiss on my forehead. “I’m going to bed. Love you, Low-Low.”

“Love you too, shrimp.” He disappeared and I waited a few minutes before taking the stairs back up to my bedroom.

Lying in bed, I tried my best to find sleep. After the two orgasms Noah gave me, I should have been exhausted. But the conversation with Ethan left me unsettled.

By the time my alarm sounded, alerting me to the start of a new day, I hadn’t had more than two hours of sleep.

It was going to be a long day.