Chapter Four #2
She looked beautiful. There was no makeup, but she wore a vest over a pair of sweatpants and a cardigan that had slipped down her arms, exposing her shoulders. Her hair was pinned back at her neck, but messily done so, as her hair fell around her in whisps.
“Morning. I decided you needed a good breakfast, so I stopped by the bakery. I’ve got sticky buns, cinnamon rolls, and just about everything your heart could want, as well as a mocha latte.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Sound good?” he asked.
“It sounds great. Come in. Come in.” She stepped back and left a lot of room for him to brush past her. “I didn’t know if we had arranged something, and I was trying not to freak out, and you know, panic. I never forget stuff like that.”
“We didn’t arrange anything. I was in line at the coffee shop and couldn’t help myself.”
They were standing in the small hallway. Their home was lovely, fresh, clean magnolia walls and white boarders. It looked like it hadn’t been long since they painted. There were a lot of pictures on the wall, he figured they were of her family.
“Uh, dining room or living room?” she asked. She glanced down at his feet. “If you want to take your boots off, we can go in the living room. If you don’t, it has to be the dining room.”
He was already kicking off his boots. He wanted Eden to relax.
“I’ll go and grab a couple of plates.”
She disappeared in the opposite direction, and he heard shuffling and what sounded like moving crockery. He stood in the hallway and waited.
Seconds later, she returned, holding two plates, and stepped into the sitting room. “You could have sat down,” she said.
She bent over, and Razor took just a second to admire the curves of her ass.
Eden had lost a little weight, which he wasn’t happy about.
He was a guy that loved curves, and Eden was fucking perfect.
He loved her full hips, juicy ass, and those thighs were made to sit around his waist as he pounded inside her. That was all for another time, though.
She handed him a plate, and he served them the sticky rolls and cinnamon buns.
“You know, I am supposed to behave,” Eden said. “But this is a naughty breakfast.”
He could show her just how naughty it could get, especially if he had a bowl of liquid frosting. He needed to get control of his thoughts.
He had brought coffee and handed her the large mug. “Here you go,” he said.
“Thank you.” She took a sip and let out a moan. Again, it sounded sexual to him, and he wondered if that was how she would sound if he had her wrapped around his dick and was pressing every inch inside her. Instead, he took a sip of his own coffee.
He had gotten Eden the fancy mocha latte, because he knew she loved it. For himself, he was happy with a simple coffee with sugar and cream.
“This is good.”
“Good.”
“How did you know I liked this?” she asked.
“I heard you.”
This made her smile. “You heard me?”
“Yeah, some time ago. Mac was going to get coffee, and you asked for it.”
Eden laughed. “Wow, you remember that?”
“Why is that such a shock?” he asked.
“Because if memory serves me right, Mac never got me a mocha latte. In fact, he never got me coffee. He instead made sure I always got tea.”
“Tea?”
“Yep.”
He stared at her. “You don’t like tea, do you?”
She nodded. “That’s right. I’m a coffee girl, or hot chocolate girl. I’m not a tea girl. I can’t stand it. I’d rather just drink water, which is what I tend to do.”
“And you like beer,” he said.
“True. But I have to warn you, I’m not a big beer drinker either.” She glanced down at her drink.
“I want to get to know you,” he said.
She lifted her head up. “What?”
“I know you and Mac were a thing, and I’ve given it enough time between asking you, but I like you, Eden. I’d like to explore this with you.”
“I’m boring,” she said.
He looked at her.
“No, seriously, I am. I’m a boring person. I don’t like going out and drinking. I enjoy dancing, but I’m awkward in crowds. I do like to go to fairs, but I’m not one to ... stand out.” She frowned.
“I’m not looking for anyone to start being the clown,” he said. “I like you, Eden. I want to start seeing you.”
She frowned.
“What is it?” he asked.
“No one has ever wanted to come and see me,” she said. “I mean, I’ve never had anyone do this.”
He reached out and put a hand on her thigh. “There is always a first for everything.”
“I don’t have sex right away,” she said. “Mac and I never had sex.”
Her panic was so freaking cute, and he knew they never had sex. It was one of the things Mac kept complaining about, but he was so determined to have sex with Eden, it was why he kept seeing her. Razor had been pissed off with him. He was only after the notch of Eden.
Learning she didn’t jump in the sack right away had made Razor curious.
He never cared what women did. He had never been with a woman steadily. All his life, sex had been fun, with an endless supply of women. All of them meant nothing to him, and he’d never needed to try with a woman.
No woman had ever made him feel this way. Eden made him want to be better. She made him want to show up.
“I’m not after sex. I want to hang out, get to know you. Call you and be there for you,” he said.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. When you need a date for something, I’m your guy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to have to take care of club business and deal with all that shit, but it comes with the job,” he said.
“I get it.”
“So, is that a yes or a no?” he asked. “Are you happy with me stopping by, or would you rather I leave?”
“I’m happy,” she said.