Terms of Agreement

42. Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Aiden

F ive minutes was a lie. I’d known it the minute I’d said it, but I didn’t care. I’d had a taste of Charlotte, and I wasn’t ready to let her go. So, I hadn’t. I’d ravished her, explored each dip and curve of her body with my tongue, mouth, fingers, and cock until she was a writhing mess beneath my touch, begging for her release.

I bit my lip as my eyes raked over her still sleeping form. I’d enjoyed the begging almost as much as I enjoyed watching her come. I leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the creamy, silken skin of her bare shoulder. Almost.

Charlotte groaned in her sleep, rolling onto her back and exposing the soft pink of her nipples. She’d passed out somewhere around midnight, and while I’d followed shortly after, I’d woken up about an hour ago, pleased to find she was still here.

There was something immensely satisfying to know that it was my touch that had left her so thoroughly exhausted. My cock bobbed against my stomach, hardening as I took in her lithe frame. I’d had more sex in the past twenty-four hours than I’d had in the past year, but one look at her and something intense flared in the depths of my soul, overpowering all feelings of exhaustion. My gaze travelled up from her nipples to find a pair of sleepy green eyes blinking up at me.

‘Sorry,’ I murmured with a sheepish smile. ‘I didn’t mean to wake you.’

‘What time is it?’ she asked, her voice thick with sleep. I watched, mesmerised, as she lifted her arms up over her head in a stretch, lifting her chest—and those nipples—in a tantalising arch towards the ceiling.

‘It’s still early,’ I said in a low voice, using the softest touch to push an errant curl out of her eyes. ‘You can go back to sleep if you like.’ Please don’t go back to sleep. Charlotte arched her back, deepening her cat-like stretch and, letting out an almost purring groan, settled back against her pillow.

‘I’m sorry,’ she murmured, rubbing her eyes sleepily before rolling onto one side. ‘I didn’t mean to fall asleep.’

‘It’s fine,’ I said.

‘We didn’t cover it in the addendum,’ she continued, pressing her palms together and slipping them beneath her pillow. ‘I didn’t want to—’ her words died on her tongue as her lazy gaze raked up my body. She groaned, screwing her eyes shut and covering her face with her hands.

‘What?’ I asked, looking down. I was seated upright against the headboard, the blanket draped across my lower half and keeping everything strictly PG.

‘Not fair,’ Charlotte mumbled against her palms.

‘What’s not fair?’ I asked, reaching across to pull her hands from her face.

‘You look like a Disney princess,’ Charlotte huffed, uncovering her face and folding her arms across her chest and lifting her breasts in a way that drew my attention.

‘What?’ I mumbled, distracted by the small pink peaks of her nipples.

‘You heard me,’ Charlotte muttered, unfolding her arms. The soft bounce of her breasts snapped me out of my hazy daydream. ‘Did woodland creatures wake you up this morning?’

I blinked, allowing time for my brain to catch up with the conversation.

‘Are you trying to tell me I look nice?’ I asked with a smirk, cocking my head to one side.

‘Maybe.’ Charlotte bit down on the plump flesh of her smile.

‘Maybe,’ I repeated, my voice coming out huskier than usual as I leaned over her, my gaze fixed on her lips. ‘I can work with maybe.’

‘No,’ Charlotte yelped, and I jerked back with a start as she pulled the covers up over her head. ‘There’s nothing I can do about you seeing me crusty-eyed and bird-nested, but there’s no way we’re kissing before I’ve brushed my teeth.’

I let out a low, relieved chuckle and bent over to press a kiss to the blanket, right over the spot where I guessed her lips would be. As I moved, my hands snaked beneath the bedding, crossing the short distance between us and encircling her waist so that I could pull her to my side. A curious-looking Charlotte uncovered the top half of her face. Her eyes studying me, reading me like she always did.

‘You look much more awake than I feel,’ her words came out muffled by the covers and her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

I smiled, shifting my hips against hers and moving to slip my legs between her thighs when they parted to accommodate me. ‘I’ve been awake for a while,’ I murmured.

‘How long?’ Charlotte demanded, the blanket falling away from her face as her interest overwhelming her sense of decorum.

‘Six, maybe?’

‘You could have woken me,’ Charlotte grumbled, a crease appearing between her brows.

I let my fingers splay possessively across the smooth skin of her hips, running a hand over her soft curves and up her spine, enjoying the small shiver of her body beneath my touch. Her breath caught and her thighs clenched around my hips. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I brought my face closer to hers, waiting for her to protest and pull away.

‘I’d really like to kiss you, Charlotte,’ I whispered. I wanted to do more than just kiss her. I didn’t give a fuck about morning breath, but if Charlotte did, I’d happily let use my toothbrush if it meant I could eat her out on the bathroom counter.

‘But…’

‘Please,’ I whispered softly, lifting a hand to cup her face. I felt her pulse thrumming beneath the thin skin of her neck as she lifted her darkened gaze to mine. My hand moved into her hair, cradling the base of her neck as I closed the distance between us.

Charlotte’s lips were soft and warm, her hands moving to rest on my bare chest as she leaned into the kiss. I was sure that she could feel my racing heart beneath her fingertips, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was more. My tongue slid over the seam of her lips, seeking entry to her mouth. But she pressed her lips more firmly shut. She was still clearly worried about her breath, and, while the sentiment was inherently sweet, this was not the time.

I moved the hand that had been resting on her hip up, gliding over the side of her body and coming to rest just beneath one of her breasts. I splayed my fingers over her ribs, brushing the calloused pad of my thumb over her rosy-pink nipple, smiling against her lips as the bud tightened under my touch. Her whimper against my lips had my cock thickening against her hip, and when I slid my fingers over the pebbled skin of her breast and pinched her nipple softly between my forefinger and thumb, she gasped. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and she tasted like a fucking dream.

Charlotte moaned into my mouth, sliding an arm around my neck and pulling me closer, returning the kiss with heated fervour. My hands moved greedily down her body and I yanked her hips closer to mine, grinding her now-slickened pussy over my hardened cock. Now and then, the head of my cock slipped between her wet folds and nudged over her clit in a way that had Charlotte’s back arching and her legs widening.

‘I need you, Cupcake,’ I groaned against her lips, rolling onto my back and pulling her with me. I’d taken her twice last night, but not like this. And I couldn’t wait to watch her perky breasts bounce as she rode my cock. My head fell back against the pillows, and I grunted as her thighs opened, her legs falling to either side of my hips as she straddled me. My hands moved down her body to cup her ass and move her over my cock.

Charlotte broke our kiss, ducking her head to press a kiss to the crook of my neck before she sucked at the sensitive skin, pulling a moan from somewhere deep within my chest. My cock was nudging at her entrance, begging admission as she ground down over me. My fingers digging into her hips, I lifted her away from my body. Charlotte’s head dropped forward, and I followed her gaze to my cock, which was glistening with her arousal. Fuck, I needed her now. I couldn’t wait. Lining myself up, I watched her face as I started to lower her down onto my waiting—

‘Anybody home?’

Charlotte’s startled gaze darts to mine as my sister’s cheery greeting penetrated the heat in the bedroom. Those eyes darted from my own horrified expression to the bedroom door and then back to the frustrating inch separating the both of us from our release. It was as if time hung suspended—time and Charlotte—while our minds caught up to the reality of the situation.

‘Crap!’ Charlotte squeaked, launching out of my grip and yanking the blanket out from under me with a surprising amount of force.

‘Hello?’ The Spawn-of-Satan-Herself called again. ‘I’m coming in.’

Charlotte grabbed at her skirt and began working it up over her hips, her eyes darting around the room in search of the rest of her outfit. I eased myself off the bed at a far more languid pace. Did I want my sister to see me naked? No. But if traumatising us both taught her any kind of lesson on timing or tact… well, then it might be worth our mutual scarring. I stepped into my joggers, pulling them up as Charlotte bent down in search of her jumper.

‘This is your final warning to cover your genitals,’ Louise bellowed. ‘I repeat, cover your genitals.’

‘Here,’ I whisper-shouted, turning from my spot in front of the wardrobe where I’d pulled out an old sweatshirt. I lobbed the bundled-up sweatshirt across the room, where it hit Charlotte square in the chest before it fell into her open hands. Oops.

‘Sorry,’ I mouthed, wincing at Charlotte’s incredulous expression. She fisted the grey material in her hands and only after one final, desperate glance around the room did she pull the sweatshirt over her head and let it settle over her body. The hem of the sweatshirt hit her mid-thigh, and the idea of her wearing nothing but that sweatshirt was enough to have all the blood return to my cock.

‘Thanks,’ Charlotte whispered distractedly, her gaze fixed on the door.

Tentatively, I cupped the back of her neck and guided her gaze back to mine. Easing my fingers into her hair, I placed my thumb my over her racing pulse and offered her a smile. But before I had the chance to offer her any words of reassurance, Louise’s voice echoed from down the hall.

‘Come on you guys,’ she whined, her voice and steps growing louder as she stomped her way towards the bedroom. ‘I brought breakfast!’

With an exaggerated eye roll, I grabbed Charlotte’s sleeve-covered hand and pulled her towards the door.

‘We’re coming Lou,’ I called. ‘Cool your jets.’