Roommates Box Set #4-6

3. Carter

3

CARTER

Back in our rustic room, Sierra stood at the window peering out at the sky. “It’s getting darker.”

“It’s called night. Happens every evening,” Tristan joked.

She ignored that. “It’s cloud cover.” She cast an eye upward as if expecting the roof to start leaking or something. Though this vineyard and the accompanying inn looked like they could use an influx of cash, it was solidly made. Just a bit dated.

But appearances weren’t everything… or except in some cases, they were. Because Sierra looked like a billion bucks, and that’s what she was worth to me. To us.

She turned, caught my gaze, and smiled. “You like?” She indicated the short jeans shorts she wore, plus the plaid button-down shirt. Out with the others, it had been tucked into those skin-tight jeans, but now she’d tied it under her amazing breasts. I could tell from here she was braless, and yes, I liked it. I fucking loved it.

And so did my cock. Sierra was a gorgeous woman, but her appearance went beyond her movie star looks. She somehow managed to look hot, wholesome, earnest, and sexy as fuck all at the same time. Especially in a tiny outfit like that. Good thing the other guys in our party had their own women to ogle because I would’ve punched anyone who spent too long looking at our girl.

And our host, Mark, had his hands full with his very pregnant wife, so I could forgive him for not giving Sierra a second glance. I grinned to myself—yes, I knew it was fucked up to both get pissed if another man noticed how hot she was but also insulted if they didn’t.

Sierra crossed the room. “What are you smiling at?”

“You.”

Drew was lounging lazily on the king-size bed. “It’s weird how much he smiles now.”

“He still glowers a lot, too,” Tristan pointed out from his position at the small desk in the corner of the room.

Sierra slid her arm around my waist. “I like it when he glowers.”

“You like it when I—” I finished that thought by whispering the filthiest thing I could think of in her ear.

The tip of her nose turned pink, but she didn’t deny it. “Yep.” But then she moved away to sit by Drew on the bed.

“What did you all talk about on your hayride or whatever it was?” Drew asked, scooting closer to her.

“Girl stuff,” she said.

As much as I’d learned from her, I couldn’t quite figure out what that might be—but if they’d shared details of their sex lives, I was all ears. I was pretty damn sure that ours was the best.

But evidently, her mind wasn’t in the gutter—yet. “Alyssa talked a lot about Charlotte and Lucas. She’s sure crazy about those kids.”

“She seems a little young to be a mom or stepmom, but it seems to work for them,” Tristan observed, watching Sierra carefully. “Do you want it to work for us… some day?”

Drew caught his breath, but I did my best to act nonchalant. I had a reputation as being the toughest of us, and freezing like a deer in headlights wouldn’t help that out.

“Maybe someday,” Sierra said hesitantly. Probably Drew or Tristan had a better handle on what she was feeling, but to me she sounded both hopeful and a little scared. “No need to rush things.”

That last part relieved me, but not Drew. “Rushing things has worked for us so far.” When Sierra looked up at him, he just shrugged. “Rushing into a relationship. Moving in together. Do you regret any of that?”

“Of course not.”

“She’s got her career,” I pointed out. She’d been an actress when we first met, but now she was writing screenplays and eager to try her hand at directing. “And we’ve got our business.”

“And it’s going well,” Tristan said. “All of it.”

“So why jinx it?” Sierra asked. Her voice was casual but even I heard through it this time.

“It’s okay to want more,” Drew said.

Tristan agreed. “Yeah. If you’d never wanted more, you wouldn’t have one man, let alone three.” He glanced at me. “Three of the sexiest guys on the planet.”

I rolled my eyes. It was true I wasn’t as good at the emotional crap as they were, but I knew what my woman needed.

I climbed onto the bed, lifting her up and onto my lap. “It’s okay to want more.” Drew had got that one right.

She nodded and leaned against me. “I do want more. When the time is right.” She placed a light kiss in the middle of the scruff on my jaw. “Do you?”

“I already have more than I ever thought I’d have.” It was true. And so was what I said next. “If I could have more with you… with all of you… I think I might like that, too.” I included Drew and Tristan in my gaze. They were like brothers to me, and as much as I loved Sierra, it wouldn’t be the same without them. We were a team.

Or as Sierra always said, a family. And if that family got a little bigger some day? Probably I’d like that too.

I held her tightly to my chest, and even though it was a tender moment, I couldn’t help but notice the way her tits smashed against my chest.

My cock noticed, too.

“Maybe in preparation for that day, we could practice now,” I suggested.

Sierra looked up at me in surprise. “That’s a good idea. You know that single mom down the street, Dana? I bet she’d really appreciate it if we offered to babysit for her sometime. She’s really nice, and?—”

Drew slid his hand up Sierra’s bare thigh and she trailed off, her back arching in response to his touch. “I don’t think that’s the kind of practice he meant,” Drew said, his voice low.

Tristan joined us on the bed. “I think he meant we practice the activity that leads to making babies.” He pulled off his shirt.

Sierra giggled, but her hips writhed across my thighs. “I’d say we’re already pretty good at that.”

I squeezed her world-class tits, and her nipples hardened. “Practice makes perfect.” I bit her ear after whispering into it.

She sighed and parted her legs as Tristan’s hand slid between them. Drew reached around and deftly undid the knot in her shirt. “Then by all means,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “Let’s go for perfect.”