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“Lay your ass back down.”
I look up at Aiden. “This is never going to work if he doesn’t know the truth.”
Aiden looks defeated but it’s clear he knows I’m right and gives me a silent nod. “What aren’t you telling me?” Noah continues.
“It’s ok,” I tell Aiden, ignoring Noah’s insistent questioning. “You can trust him. He might be an ass with a temper, but he’s as loyal as anything.”
“Agreed,” Tully murmurs.
“Henley,” Noah snaps, demanding my attention.
I turn to him with a bit of a scowl. I mean, how dare he come tearing his way in here like some kind of raging bull. “Come on,” I tell him, walking forward and grabbing hold of his hand to pull him out the door. “We’ll go talk.”
Noah puts on the brakes. “I fucking love you, babe, but you’re crazy if you think I’m about to walk out of this room and leave that motherfucker with my sister.
“For fuck’s sake,” Tully groans.
“Noah,” I sigh before shooting Aiden an apologetic look. “He’s not about to fuck Tully. He likes dick maybe more than she does. If anyone is at risk of being fucked by the guy, it’s you. And not to mention, the way you just snapped into badass, over the top alpha mode, you’re probably getting him hard.”
I have never seen Noah so still in my life. His eyes flick to me, then to Aiden, back to me before quickly darting to Tully. Lastly, he focuses back on Aiden looking a little nervous as he shakes his head. I don’t miss the way his eyes cut down to Aiden’s junk, checking to see if he did, in fact, get him hard, but I have a feeling Aiden has a little more self-control than that. After all, he’s been sharing the locker room with football players for years.
Noah straightens. “I ain’t into dudes, man.”
“Yeah,” Aiden scoffs. “No shit, but don’t stress, you’re pretty but you’re not my type.”
“The fuck?” Noah shrieks, taken back. “What do you mean I’m not your type? I’m everyone’s fucking type. I’m the prettiest motherfucker around.” He holds up his arms, showing off his tatts. “Have you seen these fucking arms?”
“Sorry, dude,” Aiden shrugs. “You just don’t got it.”
Noah scoffs. “Now I know you’re lying,” he turns to me with a cocky grin. “I got it, yeah? You can’t resist this.”
I shrug my shoulders and pretend to consider him, knowing full well that Aiden is lying. I mean, after the way the guy nearly came in his pants at school, he’s definitely into Noah. “You’re alright, I guess.”
“You fucking guess,” he scoffs.
I can’t help but laugh as Noah grabs me and hauls me into his arms. “I’ll teach you to fucking lie to me,” he says as my hands take possession of his arms, absolutely loving the way they feel in my hands.
“I dare you,” I grin.
His lips come down on mine for the briefest moment before I pull back with a wide smile. “Alright,” I say a little awkwardly. “Now that’s settled and your sister is safe from having her world rocked by the football player, I’ll explain what the hell is going on.” I don’t bother correcting myself. After all, there’s a good chance that Tully’s still going to try to change Aiden’s mind to help clear out the cobwebs growing in her vagina.
With that, I take Noah’s hand and pull him along behind me before pushing my way into his bedroom. He closes the door behind us before instantly grabbing me and crushing his lips to mine, though, he doesn’t skip a chance to curse me out in the process. “You let me lose my fucking cool at the guy all while you knew he was gay.”
“Well, it’s not like you gave anyone an opportunity to talk, and if you really must know, I had no intention of telling you at all.” Hurt flashes deep within his burning, green eyes and I continue on. “It’s not my secret to tell. He doesn’t want it getting out because he’s had a bad history with his teams when they know. He was telling us earlier that he got beat up in the locker room after a game because some guy thought he was checking him out and he got booted off another team because the coach was homophobic.”
“Shit,” Noah curses, scrunching up his face in a cringe. “You know I won’t be telling anyone. I just…I don’t know, I would have liked to know before jumping the gun and losing my cool like that. I think I owe him an apology.”
“Nah,” I shrug. “He’s fine. I think he has a tough skin. After all, he’d have to being a gay guy who plays football.”
“True,” he murmurs before sighing. “You don’t know how fucking relieved I was to find out he wasn’t in there trying to talk you guys into some dirty fucking threesome.”
