Page 46 of The King Contract
“Millie.” Noah’s voice drips with warning and I shiver unexpectedly.
“Couples can sit apart, you know,” I hiss. “Couples fight. He’s not going to care if we’re sitting separately.”
Callum sounds like he’s dropping belongings and shaking out his umbrella, still battling the weather outside. “Bro, the surf ishuge!”
Noah’s glare is thunderous. “I’m not arguing about this.”
“Well,Iam.”
Noah exhales loudly. “I didn’t sit away from you for the reason you think.”
“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”
“Yes, I do and you’re wrong. Nowgetover here before I make you.”
I cross my arms and lean back against the sofa, my face an open invitation.Make me.
He grits his teeth before jumping up and storming over to me, scooping me into his arms without hesitating. A squeal escapes my mouth as he drops me where he was sitting, before lying next to me. He entwines our limbs together, his legs encasing one of mine, my head now resting on his chest.
“You guys alive?” Callum calls.
“Hey man, we’re in here!” Noah calls out before glaring down at me. “Stay where you are.”
The tone of his voice frazzles my senses. So, what do I do? I lie still in the crook of Noah’s arm, heat racing to my cheeks.
I hear Callum’s footsteps as he enters the room. “Sorry to interrupt, guys.”
“You’re not interrupting anything,” I sing out, glaring at Noah.
His lip lifts in warning as I try to move, his legs stilling me with unimaginable strength. There’s a dare in his eyes.You’d better pretend you like me. You’d better act like my girlfriend.
Noah squeezes me closer to him and I let out a tiny gasp when the apex of my thighs rubs against his leg. The friction ignites a flame in my core, and I squirm at its unexpected intensity.
I swore sex was out of the question when we signed the contract, but now, it’s all I can think about. The way he’s ordering me around, his attitude and bossiness, and the several mojitos we’ve had, brings out something feral in me. As Noah focuses his attention on Callum standing behind the couch, I do something very unlike me. I rock my hips ever so slightly against his thigh.
Slight, but deliberate.
His gaze snaps to mine and I raise my eyebrows in a dare.You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? How’s this for acting like your girlfriend?
I rock my hips again.
I’m close enough to see his pupils dilate. His inhale is subtle, but urgent. He might be warning me to stop, telling me this isn’t what he wants.
I don’t know what I’m doing. Trying to dry hump my fake boyfriend because I’m annoyed with him, while his friend stands an arm’s length out of eyeshot. Mojitos are never a good idea in a fake relationship scenario.
I attempt to roll away from Noah’s leg, and gear up to excuse myself for the bathroom, when Noah jolts me to a stop.
“How’d you get here? I thought the roads were closed?” Noah asks Callum.
Noah pulls my body back to where it was, driving his leg up between my legs. His hand curving around my back traces the hem of my shirt before he presses into my tailbone, pushing me into him.
I can feel his hardened length against my hip.
My gaze meets his again and I see the challenge in his eyes.Who’s going to chicken out of this first?Thanks to the magic of white rum, I’m not interested in being the person who concedes tonight.
I rock my hips again. This time the pleasure catches me off guard so much my mouth drops open in a surprised gasp. My gaze follows the roll of his Adam’s apple, his lips parting as he watches me.
“The roads are still flooded,” Callum chimes in. He sounds like he’s in the kitchen. Not close enough to see what we’re doing, but close enough we could get sprung in an awkward position. The thought of getting caught only spurs me on. “I came from Steph’s. I didn’t want to get stuck there because her roommate annoys me.”
