Page 80 of Shattered Oaths

I shrug, a shy smile teasing my lips. “He says I’m his.”

Her eyes light up, understanding flashing in them as she nods. “Ahh. Yeah, you’re together.” She leans her head back against the seat, her gaze turning dreamy as she stares up at the sky. “I remember the first time Hunter called me his.”

I watch her curiously, taking a swig of my drink before responding. “Oh yeah?”

She nods. “I was working in The Boot and Sam Thompson was trying to get my number.” I don’t miss the way she flicks her eyes my way at the mention of Justin’sbrother. “He’d been bothering me all night and Hunter just so happened to walk in right at the moment Sam grabbed my wrist and leant over the bar to whisper in my ear.”

“And then what happened?” I ask, smiling at the way her cheeks heat up, her face taking on a look I can only describe as giddy.

“Hunter stormed over all alpha-male, grabbed Sam’s hand and declared that I was his.”

My face falls slightly, expecting there to be more to the story and Savannah looks over at me and laughs, clearly seeing the disappointment. “Don’t worry, that wasn’t it. I waspissed.He hadn’t even told me how he felt or given us any kind of label, and he thought he could just storm into my place of work and stake his claim in front of everyone.”

She shakes her head in disbelief. “So, then I stormed off and of course, he followed and next thing I knew we were locked in the staff bathroom, and I was chewing him out for being an asshole and he was declaring that I was in fact his whether I liked it or not.”

My eyebrows raise, and I’m about to ask her what happened next when she stares at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes and shrugs. “And then he fucked me on the bathroom counter.”

I choke on my own saliva before bursting into laughter at the crazy turn of events and the way she so casually announces it. She laughs along with me and it’s not long before our loud cackles draw the attention of the two men sitting less than ten feet away.

“Goldie,” Hunter calls, a smirk on his face.

“Yes, Cowboy?” Savannah answers between giggles.

“What’s funny?”

“I was just telling Bella about that time in the bathroom at The Boot.”

I watch as Hunters eyes narrow before widening in recognition and he chuckles, shaking his head. Noah looks confused as he watches the three of us and it isn’t until Hunter mutters something to him that he nods in understanding and his chest rumbles with a laugh of his own.

Eventually Hunter and Noah abandon their fishing rods and join Savannah and me around the fire and the rest of the night continues like that, with the four of us sharing stories, some from before Savannah got to town and some from after.

Noah’s body is sprawled out in the chair I was occupying with me sitting across his lap, a blanket wrapped around my body as he traces small, delicate circles on my thigh that makes the butterflies in my stomach work double time. Savannah is positioned in pretty much the same way as the two men recall a story from their younger years.

Everything is perfect, from the heat radiating from the man below me, to the soft sounds of wood crackling and tree’s blowing in the breeze. Until Hunter says something that makes my blood run cold.

“Remember that time you threw a huge birthday party for Killian on Halloween when me, mom and dad were out of town?”

My heart skips a beat, the breath freezing in my lungs and Noah’s body tenses beneath me, his thumb faltering against my thigh. It goes eerily quiet for a beat before I feel his chest vibrate against my back as he responds. “I didn’t think you knew about that.”

Hunter laughs, completely oblivious to the panic threatening to claw its way out of my throat. “You posted pictures all over Instagram. Of course I knew.”

One of Noah’s hands moves to the scruff of his jaw, and I feel him bob his head behind me. “Ah, I did do that.”

“You were there too, right, Bella?” Hunter asks me and I’m suddenly grateful for the orange glow of the fire as I feel all the colour drain from my face.

I nod. “Uh, yeah.”

My heart hammers in my chest and I clench my hands beneath the blanket, my nails digging into my palms. I need to change the subject before I pass out from holding my breath.

I open my mouth to speak but Noah beats me to it. “Are you excited for the bachelor-bachelorette this weekend?”

Breathing a sigh of relief, I let myself relax back into Noah’s hold, thankful that I won’t have to have an awkward conversation about the events of that night.

It’s something that has been playing on my mind since the night Noah and I first slept together again. So many times, I’ve had the words on the tip of my tongue, but I’ve swallowed them back every time in fear of the truth being the thing that ruins it all.

How do you tell the man that you’re having sex with on the regular that he was the one who took your virginity, only, he doesn’t remember it.

I’ve replayed the night millions of times in my head, and it still doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand how he doesn’t remember a single thing. I was sure I had drunk more than he had in his bedroom and I still hadn’t been so far gone that I woke up the next morning with no recollection.