It’s not weird with her, it’s not awkward. It feels completely and utterly right, like we’ve been meant to be together this entire time.
Sighing, I press a kiss against her neck and say, “When the pizza gets here, you’re in charge of getting it.”
“No way.” She laughs. “That’s the man’s job.”
“What? When did you become sexist?”
“When I can’t move my legs after you just made me come harder than any other guy.”
I pop up on my elbow to look down at her. “Yeah? More than any other guy?”
She rolls her eyes and brings her hand to my jaw where she cups it. “Yes, Carson. You made me come harder than any other guy . . . with only your fingers.”
“Well, with compliments like that, I’ll get you anything you want. Unless you want me to rub you out with my tongue. I mean . . . up to you.”
She pushes at my chest and turns away, but I capture her beneath me and press my mouth against hers. The entire time she giggles. I can honestly say that no female giggle has ever done anything for me, but Milly? She’s . . . everything. “Same goes here, Milly.”
She looks up at me with her sweet face. “Same goes what, Stone?”
“Never come harder with another girl. Only you, beautiful Milly. Only you.”
At that, she leans up, cups my cheeks, and kisses me gently.
How the fuck did I not know this sort of happiness existed? Something tells me it’s only going to get better.
Chapter Fifty-Six
MILLY
“What the hell are you doing?” Carson’s sleepy voice breaks through the silence of the early morning. “Why are you up right now, and why am I alone in bed?” He lazily pats the mattress. “Come back to your man.”
I glance over my shoulder to see his hair in a crazy mess and his bare torso exposed. We ended up making out a little longer after we ate pizza but left it at that. I almost expected him to want to go all the way, but I can tell he’s holding back. Not because he doesn’t find me attractive—that’s clearly not an issue with the way he reacts when I’m around—but because he’s being respectful and taking things slow, an attribute I’m not used to when it comes to guys. They always want to get the goods and the that’s about it. It’s why I’ve never really tried to have a relationship, but stuck with random one-night stands.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Why not?” He rubs the palm of his hand over his forehead and then tosses the covers off him and walks over to me. “Scoot forward.” He helps me move forward on my chair and then sits behind me, pulling me back into his warm chest. He rests his chin on my shoulder and wraps his strong, bulky arms around my mid-section. “What are you looking at?”
My computer screen lights up the room, showing multiple links in an email.
“Apartments.”
“Apartments?” He kisses my shoulder, the light touch sending a wave of goose bumps over my skin. “Why are you looking at apartments?”
“We graduate soon, and I need a place to live. I don’t want to move back home, and Cory sent me these links of apartments he thinks would be ideal for me. They’re ridiculous and completely out of my price range. He says he’s going to cover my rent, but I don’t feel right about that.”
“Why not?”
“Because, I don’t want to look like a mooch, you know? Cory worked hard for his money, and he already spoils me, more than anyone in the family. It just doesn’t seem right.”
“Yeah, but aren’t you the one who helps him every off-season? Who spends hours with him training? I’m sure it’s his way of thanking you.”
“Yeah, I guess so, still. Just seems weird. There are some reasonably priced ones too that I’ll consider. He said at least let him help me get on my feet, you know, until I get settled.”
“He’s a good brother and I really like that he cares about you so much. Do your brothers get jealous?”
“No.” I shake my head. “They have their own success and even though I’m not as close with them, they have each other. They’re Irish twins, only thirteen months apart, so they’ve always been attached at the hip. It’s why Cory and I are so close because we spent more time together.”
“That makes sense.” He leans over and grabs the mouse, clicking on a high-rise that is so insanely expensive I would never consider living there. “Wow.” He chuckles, his chest rumbling against my back. “This is fancy.”
“Yeah, it has a food service and everything. Way too much. I think this was more of a joke than him actually being serious.”
“You should tell him you can’t imagine living anywhere else, call him on his bluff.”
I press my head against Carson’s shoulder. “The scary thing is, if I told him I wanted to live there, he’d make it happen. He can afford it, but I’d feel so terrible. I already know when I move in he plans on furnishing the place too, so I want to keep expenses really low.”
Carson presses another kiss against my neck. “You’re one of the good ones, Milly. There are people who’d take advantage of your brother, other siblings who’d think it wasn’t a big deal to use their sibling’s money, but not you.”
“I don’t love him because of his money. I love him because he’s one of my best friends. I uh . . . actually told him about you.”
“I expected you would. Did he tell you I was a douche and to stay away?”
I chuckle and lean deeper into his embrace as he clicks on each link, checking out the approved apartment choices from Cory. “He was really happy. Asked if you held my hand. It’s a known thing among Cory and the boys, that I’m happy with having someone to hold my hand, to like me for who I am, not who some guy wants me to be.”
“Did you tell him I’m infatuated with you? That I’m head-over-heels obsessed and not because you know how to fix any swing that comes your way, but because your slider and change-up give me a boner?”
I jab him with my elbow in the chest and he laughs out loud. “I didn’t talk about boners with my brother, but I’m glad to know where you stand.”
He moves his lips up my neck to the sensitive spot behind my ear, making my nipples hard in seconds. “Come on.” He slides his hand up my stomach to my breast where he cups it and passes his thumb over my hardened peaks. “You know there’s so many more layers to you that I can’t seem to stop thinking about.”
Since his pelvis is pressed against mine, I can feel his erection poking the back of my ass, and I really love how easy it is to turn him on. It gives me a sense of power I’ve never felt before, knowing he sees me as an attractive and irresistible woman.
I shift my backside against his length, causing him to groan, and because he instills confidence in me, I reach for the hem of my camisole and pull it up and over my head.
He sucks in a harsh breath as I lean back and bring both of his hands to my breasts. I grip the back of his neck to keep me in place and lift up so I’m sitting on his lap, my legs spread so I’m straddling him, his hardened length right beneath me.