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Noah King. The bane of my existence. The thorn in my boot. The man who’s dedicated fifteen years of his life to thwarting me at every twist and turn.
Well, there’s one thing I know for certain. Sitting down with Noah isn’t going to happen. Not ever.
My adrenaline is so high I barely even register Noah signing, ‘Sorry,’ to my brother.
he knows asl im gonna die
“What is your problem?” “Me?” he asks, incredulous. “What’s yours?” “You,” I answer. “Is that not obvious?”
And because I love my brother, I’ll never, ever deny repeating anything he didn’t catch the first time regardless of whether or not the words are ones I want to repeat.
so sweet 💓💓
there’s so little I actually know about him. Because Colton won’t let me know him. He never gave me the chance.
HUH?
Colton Darling, friend to everyone in town but me, with his pretty boy looks and windswept hair, the dark stubble, and those piercing blue eyes women like Sierra seem to love. I hate blue.
loser
“You. Big Noah King, all high and mighty, waiting for me to kneel in front of you.” Well, that’s a fucking visual.
oh I just love when a motif is introduced!
“Why would I know that?” “I dunno,” Remi mumbles, almost too quietly for me to hear. “Maybe because you’re obsessed with the guy?”
“I challenge you,” he says unprompted, his voice low. “I’m sorry, what?” I say around a hoarse laugh. “What are we, Hamilton and Burr?”
“I want something else. Something more than bragging rights.” Colton waves his hand in the air as if to say go on. My grin is a slow thing. “I want my name tattooed on your ass.”
HELPPPPP LMFAO
I feel triumphant. Giddy even, to have found a way to render Colton absolutely speechless.
SHUT UP / MAKE ME >>>>
I have never, not once, been interested in a man. Never kissed one or even wanted to. And of all the men in the world I could have chosen to kiss, hate-fueled or otherwise, it just had to be Colton goddamn Darling.
My gut tightens, and I let out an involuntary sound I wish I could take back. No. Nope. Nuh-uh. We do not like Noah fucking King.
L O L
If I were going to test-drive dick for the first time, it would not be with Noah fucking King.
YEEEEEHAW 🤠🤠🤠🤠
“Do you think it’s possible to have latent masochistic tendencies?” Jackson looks at me slowly, the laptop in front of him all but forgotten. We’re sitting in the dining room, the late morning sun brightening the space. “I don’t wanna ask. I really, really don’t.”
poor Jackson meanwhile I’m in tears over this LMAOOO
“I don’t like you,” I go on, wanting to make that absolutely clear.
“I won’t be kissing you again,” I say firmly, my skin prickling in irritation. “Got it?” “Good. I’d hate to have to file a restraining order.”
My son,” he stresses, “is so used to putting others first that when there’s something he really wants, he doesn’t know how to ask for it. He’s scared if he does, he’ll end up without a piece at all.”
strawberry cream pie is gonna haunt me now :’’( Colton my sweet bby
“There you go. Yep. That’s a good boy.” My head whips up so fast I nail it on the metal hay feeder attached to the wall. I grunt, closing my eyes tight against the sting. “All right over there?” Noah asks. “Yep,” I manage. “Fine.”
he said— “me? I’m the good boy?” LOL
“Jesus fuck, what is your problem?” I spit, standing up. “You,” he says, sounding at a loss. “The answer to that is always you.”
All of his brothers are here. His parents, too. If I ever needed more proof of our differences, I’d only need set foot inside the Darling Ranch to see it for myself.
The judges grab their cards and hold them up. There’s a beat where it feels like time stalls. And then I see it. Five blue.
COLTON BOOK YOUR TATTOO APPT 😋
Noah is standing next to the man I recognize as his uncle, smiling. My breath stutters in my lungs at the sight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that smile before now.
“Oh God,” I groan. “It’s end days, isn’t it? Jackson is smiling, and Noah fucking King is beating me at my own game. What’s next? Fire raining from the sky? Lawson getting laid again?”
And what the fuck is up with that last name? King? As if. The man doesn’t deserve a crown, and there ain’t no way I’ll ever kneel before him.”
“Um,” Remi starts, “why would you be kneel—”
my voice of reason and the best character in this whole universe everyone say I love you Remi!!!!
And a thank-you would be nice for walking all this way.” “It’s five minutes down the road,” Jackson mutters under his breath.
“It’s not about the tattoo,” I all but yell. “It’s you. It’s always fucking you.”
it’s always fucking you being a motif is SOOOOOOOO???
His eyes darken, body tensing. “Colt,” he says in warning.
I scramble to grab ahold of it, catching my weight, the wooden edge digging into my ass as Noah’s hand grips the front of my throat. He wedges his knee between my legs and drives it upwards, forcing me harder against the table.
My jaw is on the fucking floor rn
I scramble to grab ahold of it, catching my weight, the wooden edge digging into my ass as Noah’s hand grips the front of my throat. He wedges his knee between my legs and drives it upwards, forcing me harder against the table.
My jaw is on the fucking FLOOR rn
His breathing is labored, and my own starts to match. “Is this what you want?” I ask at a rumble. “To fight?”
I shove him forward against the table, his palms slapping the surface and my own quickly following to keep him down. An involuntary noise leaves his mouth, and my body flashes hot in an instant. We both freeze, our breaths the only sound in the barn.
there it is!
“You want me to keep you pinned?” “No,” he says halfheartedly, the word barely audible.
Colton Darling, at my mercy, trembling beneath me like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
Colton stills once more, the line of his neck exposed, the side of his face finally bared to me, all blinking blue eyes and rough stubble. Guess that long hair is useful after all.
“I want you to know that all you have to do is ask and it’s yours.”
STRAWBERRY CREAM PIE
Who realizes at thirty-seven fucking years old that they might have a little untriggered thing for dudes?
I would never intentionally hurt you. Not like you hurt me.”
??????? hey um what
Colton Darling. The man I’ve hated for years. The look on his face when he came. How exasperating he is. Always.
But it doesn’t change the fact that something shifted for me the moment I touched Colton Darling.
Noah fucking King. Standing at the edge of the room. With some guy’s hand underneath his shirt. I’m storming over before I’ve even registered the movement of my feet.
I LOVE A JEALOUS CLUB SCENE!!!!!!
“Hey,” I shout, tugging the unknown guy off Noah, only barely clocking the widening of both men’s eyes before I’m in Noah’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
“Tell him to go,” I grit out, not breaking Noah’s gaze.
“Did you ever stop to think I’m trying to figure myself out, too?” he asks slowly, his voice nearly disappearing amidst the throb of the music.
“Were you jealous, little Colt?”
Noah’s lips are on mine. Ruthless. Powerful. All-consuming. He’s kissing me. I’m kissing him. And it’s so much more than lackluster. Fuck. Fuck.
“Do I needa throw you over my shoulder? Would that make this easier?”
“All right,” I mutter, grabbing Colton’s arm and bending down. I maneuver him over my shoulder, much to his verbal shock. “The fuck,” he croaks. “Noah. What the ever-loving fuck?”
giggling screaming kicking my feet
