Page 9 of Noelle's Secret Admirer
Against my better judgment, I stepped closer to her and took her hand in mine. I wanted to run my hands over her body but directed her own. “Does it feel too tight, or do you feel it’s too tight?”
Her breath caught as she watched us in the mirror. “It’s the same thing.”
“No, it’s not Noelle, because I think this dress is fucking amazing, and the only thing better is you.”
Her gasp was audible, and I knew in that moment I had fucked up. I dropped her hand and took a step back out of the small enclosed space just as an employee was coming toward me.
“Sir, you can’t be in here.”
Noelle turned, and I looked down at her as I responded to the angry woman, “It’s fine. I’m just leaving.”
I turned and walked out of the dressing room, taking my place back in the chair I had started with. The same chair I probably should have never left because now I was sporting a hard-on like a thirteen-year-old boy and the sound of Noelle’s little gasp was echoing inside my head. I pulled my phone out and started doom scrolling social media while I waited for her. I tried my hardest not to imagine that sound coming out of her as I thrust my cock in and out of her, but by the time she made it back out, I was a complete fucking mess and she wasn’t holding the dress.
“Where is it?”
“I’ll find something else. It was nice, but you wouldn’t believe the price. I should have looked before I pulled it off the rack.”
Money was one of those things my sweet girl always worried about and it gutted me every time she passed up on something she wanted. I let her walk past me without another word and made a mental note to come back and buy it for her. I just wasn’t sure if it was going to be Max, her big brother, giving it to her or her secret admirer tuned stalker.
I made it through the rest of the afternoon, causing no further harm to our relationship. Anytime I was with Noelle, I’d keep her in my line of sight trying to catch glimpses of her and commit them to memory, but today I kept feeling like she was doing the same.
“It’s been too long since we’ve spent time together,” she said as she speared a boring piece of broccoli with her fork at lunch.
“You’re right, it has. I didn’t realize you had turned into a bunny, though.”
She raised her eyebrow at me and smirked. “I like vegetables.”
“No, you don’t. You eat them because you think you should. You like french fries,” I said as I held one up to her mouth, teasing her with the scent of something that actually tasted like it was worth eating.
Her head shook slightly and the smile she was trying to hold back broke free.
“Come on, take it. You know you want to.”
She licked her lips and then parted them slightly as I pressed forward and touched her bottom lip with the fry. French fries shouldn’t be sexy, but everything about Noelle just did it for me. When her tongue darted out and she licked the end of it, I nearly saw stars. I was smiling like a fool when she gave in and opened her mouth, but the second her lips wrapped around the fry, I realized the fatal mistake we both had made. My fingers were caught in the mix and the feeling of the soft pull of her lips on my skin went straight to my cock. I groaned at the same time her eyes went wide and she pulled back, covering her mouth with her hand as she swallowed.
“I– uh–”
“Alright, so how is everything? Need a refill on that soda?”
The waitress’s irritating voice was like ice water to my cock. The timing was perfect, and I reached into my pocket to pull out my wallet handing her my card.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Here, you can cash us out whenever you are ready.”
The waitress took my card and left. I looked back to Noelle and a look of both confusion and hurt crossed her face before she plastered on the fake smile she gave so many people. I had to get some distance between the two of us before I did something stupid and hurt her unintentionally.
“I should get to the shop and check on Rocco.”
“Yeah, right, I didn’t realize it was so late already.” She reached for her phone, looking at the time before pushing her plate away and reaching for her purse.
“You should finish.”
“I’m good. Are you done?”
I looked down at my plate. The massive burger I ordered was long gone, and all that was left was a few fries. “I am. Let’s have her pack yours up to go. You didn’t eat enough.”
“I ate plenty, and I certainly won’t die if I miss out on some of a meal.”
She laughed at her own self-deprecating joke and I grit my teeth, trying not to correct her. I hated when she made comments like that about herself, but it wasn’t really my place to constantly control her thoughts. I wanted to be the person who helped her remember how amazingly gorgeous she was and the person who reminded her every day how much she was loved, but our situation was complicated. I still didn’t know if Noelle could look at me as anything more than the older brother who was always there to look out for her.