A Bossy Roommate (Next Door to a Billionaire #2)

20. Carter

20

CARTER

E den is sitting at the kitchen table with a steaming mug when I find her, not noticing me at first. It’s like she’s focused on something far away. The usual bright smile she always wears is nowhere to be found.

When I step closer, she looks up at me and the smile returns. “She certainly is something.”

“She’s a pistol. Always has been.” I take the seat next to Eden. Softly, I brush a strand of brown hair from her face. “You didn’t have to get so personal, you know. I never expected you to share private stuff about your past.” I can tell that it pains her to be reminded and I want to kick myself.

“I know, but I wanted to. Your aunt seems to value the truth, and I wanted to give her a legit reason why we didn’t invite anyone to the wedding.”

“If you really got married, would you not invite anybody? Not even your sister?”

She fiddles with the coffee mug for a minute before taking a sip. “Right now? I don’t know. Maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn’t. My sister didn’t like him—and that’s an understatement. She even warned me. I should’ve listened.”

“I’m sorry about what happened. Care to discuss it further?” I offer, bringing her into a hug, and for a moment, she rests her head against my chest. Her hands cling to my shoulders before quickly pulling back.

“Don’t worry about it.” She adjusts herself, grabs her mug and takes another sip. And just like that, she hides her sadness under a thick layer of composure. “I have to say, I didn’t know what to expect when you said your aunt was visiting.”

I lean back. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve only seen you at work or in the throes of passion. I didn’t know how you were going to act around your aunt. You surprised me. You’re actually really sweet with her. I can tell you love her and really care about her.”

“She’s my family. How did you think I was going to treat her?”

Eden shrugs with a small laugh. “Bossing her around and telling her to shape up.”

“Hey, who do you think I learned it from?” I wink at her.

Eden laughs. I chuckle at her response. I love my aunt. True, it probably is a side I hardly ever show to anyone. Getting onto the battlefield and among the lions as a young buck, I had to build a reputation over the years in order to be taken seriously. I have to maintain it at all costs, especially with guys like Huxley breathing down my neck.

Eden and my relationship, for lack of a better word, is already so god damn different. My rules have been thrown out the window or stretched. So have hers. We’re treading unfamiliar territory and, for once, I don’t mind playing things by ear.

“I’m exhausted,” she yawns, “and I have a feeling your aunt is going to be up early because of the jet lag. We should probably get some rest.”

“We should.”

She finishes her coffee and gets to her feet.

We quickly clean up the kitchen and head to bed. Eden and I take turns brushing our teeth and preparing for bed. When I get out of the bathroom, she’s combing her hair, already in her nightgown. I watch her walk over to her side of the bed. Wait. No, not her side. Just the side she’s picked to sleep on. We’re only going to share the bed for one night. Then my aunt will be gone, and Eden can take over the guest suite again.

I watch her climb into bed.

We have one night.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I pull my T-shirt up over my head and let it fall to the floor. She watches me as I do, and I enjoy her eyes roaming my naked chest. I press the button on my phone to dim my bedroom lights. After removing my socks, I climb into bed, still wearing my jeans. Eden gasps as I crawl over her, cradling her, one arm supporting my weight. With my free hand, I push her hair away from her throat and lean down to kiss it.

Eden moans softly. “What are you doing?” she whispers.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” I grumble against the soft skin of her neck. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

It was she who had told me last night—before Vance rang the bell—to do what I’m about to do.

I slide my hand inside her nightgown, seeking warm curves. My fingers are rewarded with beautiful soft nipples that immediately start to harden under my touch. Without a second thought, I pull her gown up over her breasts and lean down to brush my lips over them.

That’s when her fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me.

“Carter…why are you doing this?” She sounds breathless.

“Because I want to.” I suck in her puckered nipple.

“Wait…” Eden shakes her head, whispering, “We’re not having sex with your aunt right here, right next door.”

“She won’t hear anything.” I straighten and look into her eyes. “The soundproofing in this place is great, and she sleeps like a log. Trust me, she won’t be up until the morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Seeing as she lets go of my wrist, I continue my exploration, running my hand over both her breasts and back down over the sweet curve of her belly. Her breathing quickens as I kiss her jawline, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth. My hand slides deeper, leaving delicious goose bumps along the way as I spread her legs wider with my knees. Just before my fingers reach tender flesh, she stiffens.

“Carter, stop.” She breathes out and whispers, as if my aunt is right here with us, listening, and not in the next room, deeply asleep. “I’m firm on this one. We can’t. There’s no way we’re doing that while she’s staying with us. Sorry, but you’re going to have to wait.”

“You’re messing with me, right?” I whisper back.

“I’m dead serious.”

Well, shit. I was hoping to wrap up the day on a high note—she filthy wet, me filthy hard, on track to creating some seriously dirty memories. I’m not entirely convinced that she isn’t messing with me in some way. But her expression is serious, and she doesn’t look like she’s joking. Fuck. Oh, well.

“Fine, whatever you say.”

I’m never one to be pushy. If she doesn’t want to continue what we started yesterday, that’s fine by me. I’ll just have to wait.

Eden turns her back on me. I get up to get myself ready for bed, and after I put comfy gray boxers on over my still-hefty erection, I press the button on my phone to turn my bedroom lights completely off. She shifts a few times and is still, her breathing eventually evening out.

Wish I could say I fall asleep fast.

My dick doesn’t seem to want to go down, and no matter how many times I try to think of something to make the stiffness go away, it won’t budge. When did I turn back into a horny teenager who can’t think of anything but fucking all day long? I turn my back on Eden and purposefully shut my eyes, willing sleep to come and my cock to go down. It doesn’t.

Fuck this.

Without a second thought, I reach down and palm myself through the fabric of my boxers. My breath comes out as a hiss. “Ssss.” I’m so worked up that it’s almost painful. I shove my hand underneath the band and take hold of myself. With nothing but my knowing that Eden just now had felt perfectly slick, creamy, and hot, I start to jerk off. My only thought is to get off quickly so I can get some sleep.

The sheets rustle, and the next thing I know, a warm mouth has latched itself onto the nape of my neck. Soft tits push into my shoulder blades. Eden’s hot body is pressed against my back.

“Didn’t realize you were so impatient,” she whispers softly in my ear.

I stop, only to feel her grab me where I want her hand the most. She gasps when she feels my enormous size. Her smooth palm and slender fingers have my cock weeping for more. Feeling her touch around me, I can’t remember the last time I literally ached for a woman. Except yesterday, that is. Or in the motel. I push my boxers down just enough to release my steel-hard cock, biting back a groan at the lack of restriction.

Wrapping my hand around her smaller one, I start to guide it along my shaft, up and down, up and down, showing her the exact pressure and speed I enjoy most. “Just like that, baby.”

“Psssst. Got it, Carter,” she whispers, indicating to let go of her hand.

After two more strokes, I release my hand from hers. Eden works me with a firm, knowing grip. I relax into it, enjoying her strokes and those curves that keep pressing and pushing into my back with the movement of her arm, perfect nipples piercing my shoulder blades.

It feels fucking good. Her hand is all over me. My tip, my shaft, my balls. All I can do is lie there, bucking into her hand and getting closer with every passing second.

“Keep doing that. Yeah,” I rumble quietly.

Next thing I know, she pulls my hips toward her. When I begin turning onto my back, she follows my movement and her mouth latches onto my cock. Whoa. Is this fucking paradise? Eagerly, she starts sucking me in.

This has to be paradise.

“You look so pretty with that mouth on my cock,” I growl, unable to stop myself, praising her quietly.

She does. Absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking.

My cock is made for her mouth, because the moment her warm, soft lips capture my length, I lose it.

“ Ahh-ahhh …fuck.” I come hard, with a strangled groan, shooting hot liquid into her sweet mouth.

Immediately my body relaxes, and an intense feeling of satisfaction washes over me.

“Better?” Eden murmurs, licking her lips.

I can tell she’s smirking as I caress her chin and cheeks, but I have no response, no witty comeback, because I’m too wrapped up in my haze.

“Sleep well, babe,” she whispers.

She rolls away and settles back into her spot on the bed, while I lie there trying to catch my breath.

What the fuck just happened?

I glance over. She lies there, motionless. In one fluid motion, I pull her back close against my body.

No protests.

Am I fucking dreaming?