Tease Me (Private Listing #4)

I put on comfy pajamas and climb into Noah’s bed. My bones are tired, but my mind still races. Nothing makes sense right now. Andrea doesn’t know me. Why would she try to get into my apartment and tell Robert to save me from the guys?

Does she want them back? Is she trying to punish them? Is she behind the stalking?

“You okay, sweetheart?” Coop climbs into bed next to me and runs his hand over my stomach.

“I just can’t understand how Andrea would know about my stalker or why she would target me.” I turn my head on the pillow to stare into Coop’s light blue eyes. “She was working here when I was in school, and my stalker is a man. That’s what Jeff said. And how would she know my stalker?”

“She might not know your stalker, but she might know you have one and want to fuck with our lives.” Coop’s fingers stroke under my tank top, grazing my skin. “She didn’t exactly leave on happy terms. And she always was a vindictive bitch.”

I blow out a breath. Noah slides into the bed on my other side.

“I just need for all this to make sense.” My brain spins in a hundred different directions. “I mean, Courtney could be feeding her information. Hope said they were friends, and Robert saw Andrea’s picture in Courtney’s office.”

“That’s true.” Noah strokes his fingers down my neck before running them under the strap of my tank top. Heat builds under their gentle touches, but my brain won’t stop.

“Andrea would know Patrick from work and the legal action we took against her.” Coop’s fingers trace the elastic waist of my shorts. “Though I’m not sure why Andrea would work with Patrick.”

My brow furrows. “Patrick can’t be my stalker. He’s happily married to Anna. He barely remembers me and barely tolerated my presence. Sure, he gave me a ride every now and then and gave me sweets, but he always claimed he was trying to watch his sugar intake and I was doing him a favor by taking them.”

“He’s our attorney.” Coop strokes his fingers across my stomach absent-mindedly. “He’d be risking his marriage and his career. His license. It doesn’t make sense.”

“The police have the phone.” Noah leans down and kisses my shoulder. “All we can hope is Valerie took a picture of whoever gave her the phone or something as proof.”

Valerie. Fuck. She’s dead. It’s still weird to think about.

“Do you want to be bound, sweetheart?” Coop whispers in my ear as his fingers slide beneath my panties.

I grab his hand to stop him from melting my brain. His words triggered a memory. It’s faint. “Wait. What were we discussing before we had the sex the stalker recorded and sent to us?”

“How we should all be together and fuck the haters?” Noah draws my shirt down and kisses my hardened nipple.

I bite my lip at the desire coursing through my veins. “Before that.”

“Blake told us about Jeff.” Coop kisses my other shoulder, making shivers rush through me.

“Jeff told us about the phone, which means the stalker would know that Val hid the phone in the apartment.” I struggle to stay focused as Coop’s hand slips from mine and delves between my legs.

“Keep going, sweetheart.” Coop grins wickedly at me as he tugs off my shorts and panties. “We’ll help inspire you. You might be onto something.”

He kisses my stomach before lifting my knees and lowering between my legs, worshipping my pussy with his tongue and mouth. My brain fogs as Noah sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“The phone was shattered when we found it.” I squirm beneath them. Everything blurs as they keep pushing me higher. “The stalker knew we’d find the phone and when we’d go looking for it.”

“Blake changed the lock.” Noah rises so his face is above mine. “The stalker couldn’t get in unless he picked the lock.”

“We don’t know what resources he has.” My hips lift as Coop thrusts his fingers inside me and sucks on my clit. I cry out as I tip over the edge. It’s quick and throbs through me. I cling to Noah’s dark eyes as I come down from my high, gasping in little breaths.

His fingers trail over my breasts, lighting sparks in their wake.

“But it’s possible he could have destroyed the phone intentionally,” I breathe out.

“If he got to it before us, yes. But then, why leave it at all?” Noah brushes my hair out of my face and cups the back of my head. “We won’t know until the police look it over.”

I dig my hands into Noah’s hair and pull his mouth to mine. Focusing is impossible when they touch me like this. I’m done talking for now.

Coop drags my top up. Noah and I break apart so he can peel it off me. When Noah’s hands go to his shorts, I keep my hands in his hair, waiting until we can kiss again.

“On your side, goddess.” Coop pushes my hip until I’m facing Noah.