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“There’s my good girl. Let’s have breakfast and help Luka finish packing. I want to get back home, your bed is fucking torture.” He slides out of the bed and walks to the bathroom like he didn’t leave Libby panting and needy.
“Luka,” she whines reaching for me and I’m tempted. I’m tempted to slide those shorts down and have my second breakfast. I’m tempted to spank her ass so red that she won’t want to wear anything but skirts without panties for a week. But Noah’s right, we need to get her home and this bed is too small to fuck her properly.
“Come on, bad girl. I bought you strawberry cream cheese.”
Chapter 18 - Noah
I’m still pissed. I’m pissed as I load Libby’s boxes into the back of my SUV and wheel her suitcases into the elevator of my apartment. I’m mad when I watch her unpack her things into my closet, taking up too little room. I hate that some bitch made her doubt that she didn’t belong to me, and I hate that she didn’t have the guts to talk to me about it right away.
The tension in the apartment is thick as fuck. Every time I walk into the closet, Libby watches me warily like I’m going to pounce on her. I want to. I want to fuck her into the carpet. I want to make her crawl to me like she did the first time she sucked my dick in this closet. I want to spank her ass while she sucks Luka’s cock. I want her to know she’s fucking mine but for some reason, she questions it. And I’m going to do something about it.
“Are you going to be good for a bit, honey?” I ask her, my hands tucked in my pockets. She looks up, folding her socks. She’s adorable. I love her. I knew she was the one for me the first video I saw of her making sense of the chaos around her. That’s what she does for me, makes everything feel quiet.
“Umm, yes. Are you going somewhere?”
I nod and grab my keys and wallet from the dresser.
“Yeah, Luka and I have an errand to run. We’ll bring dinner back. Call me if you need anything, yeah?”
She squints at me, looking a little puzzled but nods. I know I’m sending her mixed messages, making her come here and then leave without us talking. But we need…props.
I walk toward her and cup her face, tipping it up and rubbing my lips against hers.
“Be back soon.” I give in and lick her bottom lip before leaving while I still have the will to resist her.
***
“I think it needs to be bigger,” Luka says from the padded bench in the center of the room. He’s bored. He wasn’t on board with leaving Libby alone, but this errand couldn’t wait.
“She wouldn’t like something crazy,” I argue looking at the glass case.
“Can you tell me a little more about the lucky lady?” The older gentleman asks eagerly behind the counter.
“She’s sweet, isn’t too fancy.” I pause thinking over her jewelry. “I think yellow gold and I want two stones.”
“Two stones? That’s unusual for an engagement ring.”
“Well, it’s a double commitment, she needs two,” I hold up my fingers for emphasis and the guy looks between me and Luka’s his eyebrows inching higher as my meaning sinks in. I look over my shoulder at Luka whose smiling like a freaking smug dick. I kick him in the shin.
“Get up, man. Help me look.”
Luka tucks his hands in his back pockets and looks at the case. Neither of us is into this fancy shit. We weren’t the guys who blew their first payday on houses and big cars. We hunkered down in a rented house and bought our first franchise. By the time we bought our fifth, we were easily making more than what we were bringing home from football.
“Well, might I suggest given your – unique circumstances,” the guy behind the counter pulls out a new tray and places it on the counter. “A gimmel ring?”
“What’s that.” Luka asks, scrubbing the back of his neck.
“It’s a ring that interlocks with another one. Usually, people create a stack, where their engagement ring fills in the relief from their wedding band.” We watch as he slides a gold ring with an oval purple stone on his pinkie before stacking another thinner gold band with a fan of diamonds in a semi-circle. When the rings touch the semi-circle from the band, they fit snuggly agains the purple stone like they’re one ring.
“Yeah,” I say. I like the symbol of it. “Can we get another band for the bottom? So, it’s three rings?” The man smiles and pushes the tray toward us.
“Which solitaire looks makes you think of her?” Luka and I bend over the tray and a sparkling yellow stone winks at me. We each reach for it at the same time and the jeweler laughs and claps his hands.
“I guess we have a winner. Let me box these up for you and if they need to be resized just bring her in and I can fit them to her finger.”
Luka slaps me on the back, his mood lifted.
“It’s perfect, I have great ideas,” he boasts, and I punch him in the shoulder before reaching for my wallet. He doesn’t say anything when I slide my card over to be charged and it’s because it’s settled between us. Libby isourgirl, and we’re going to take care of her.Forever.
