“I missed you this morning,” he said.
“Don’t do this, Noah.”
He playfully bit her neck before turning her ‘round to face him. She stared at the floor and refused to look him in the eye. Noah didn’t like it. Cheryl was pulling away from him not only physically but mentally as well. Drew came to her other side, his large body cutting off any route for escape.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“We need to talk,” Drew said.
“There is nothing to talk about.”
Noah stared at the man who’d served her, and he was smiling while pretending to not listen to their conversation.
“Let’s go somewhere to have a little more privacy,” Noah said. He took her bag from her, and Drew pulled her along by her arm. He noticed people watching them with smiles on their faces, which he ignored.
Cheryl didn’t want to be near them. He saw it in the way she was fighting with Drew as well as glaring back at him. When they cleared the market Drew kept going until they stood at the front of her house.
“Let me go,” she said, pulling and yanking on her arm.
Drew suddenly turned on her. “I’m not letting you go until we talk about what happened last night and then your little disappearing act this morning. You owe us an explanation.”
“I don’t owe you shit.”
Drew caught her chin in his hands, tilting her head back. “I’d be careful if I was you, Cheryl. I don’t like hearing that kind of language from your lips.”
“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”
Noah smirked as he knew what was coming. He watched as Drew leaned in close to whisper in her ear. “If you do it again I will put you over my knee and smack your ass until you’re red raw and begging to be fucked.”
Noah chuckled when he saw the blush on her face as Drew moved his hand from her arm, down to her ass and squeezed one of her cheeks.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Try me, baby, and let’s see where you end up.”
She stayed silent staring up at her house.
“You’re not going in there,” she said.
“We’re either going in there to have our conversation, or we can talk about us taking your virginity out here,” Noah told her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She kept her gaze on the floor, not looking up.
“Let us into your house, Cheryl. We need to talk,” Drew said.
Minutes passed, and then she led the way up the garden to her front door. Noah followed behind his woman and his best friend. She refused to look at him as he passed her. He watched as she closed the door and turned around.
“Where do you want these?” Noah asked.
“In the kitchen.” She brushed past them, going in the direction of what he assumed was the kitchen.
He stopped and watched as she filled up the kettle and placed it on the stove. She didn’t have an electric kettle.
“Put them on the table,” she said from where she stood in the corner. Drew took a seat, and Noah placed the bag on the table but stood with his arms folded staring at her.
She looked gorgeous in her jeans and red button shirt. The tight clothes from last night were gone. The Cheryl he’d come to know was standing in her place, not some tempting virgin wanting to take a ride with two bad boys.
“Why?” he asked.
“Why what?”
His anger got the better of him. Not caring about Drew, he unfolded his arms and stalked to her side.
“Why what? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You come to The Dugout last night with the intention of losing that pesky virginity of yours, and you decided Drew and I are the best candidates?” he asked, grabbing her arms and shaking her.
“It wasn’t like that.”
“No. Then why did you pick us? Why did you pick me?” He needed to know why she would give him something that should have been for a special occasion. Noah fucked women who knew the score. If he’d known she’d been a virgin he wouldn’t have touched her.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t care,” she said. Noah stopped shaking her, amazed at what she thought. Did she really think so little of them?
“How do you figure that?” Drew asked.
“I’ve heard about you two. You don’t stay with a woman long enough, and I’m not ready to settle down. I didn’t think something as silly as a hymen would matter to you.”
“That’s how you figure it?” Noah asked.
Cheryl had no idea what was going on. They acted like what she had done was a bad thing. All she had done was take the decision out of their hands. The kettle broke into their argument. She pulled out of his arms and began to make up three drinks.