Naughty

Life couldn’t get any better for him.

Chapter Eleven

“Are you sure you’ve got enough stuff?” Summer asked, lifting up a large box that was on Autumn’s bed, and putting it straight back down. It had been two weeks since it was revealed she was with Carter, and rather than allow it to be awkward, they had gotten over it. In fact, she felt closer to Summer than ever before.

“This is all your fault. You bought me a lot of stuff over the past couple of years.” She tucked some hair that had fallen out of her headband as she folded up the last of the clothes. “Thank you so much for helping me.”

“My pleasure.”

“And mine,” David said, entering the room. “Let me take that from you, sweetness.” David pressed a kiss to Summer’s cheek, picking up the large box.

He left without even giving away that the box was heavy. Summer’s mouth dropped open as she pointed after him.

“Did you see that?”

Autumn chuckled. “So much for boring.”

“He’s not boring. He’s buff. Who would have thought that he could be so manly? I’m so turned on right now.”

“Too much detail there. Too much.” Autumn held her hand up, shaking her head.

“Too much detail? I saw way more than I ever wanted to see, sweetie. I saw,” Summer pointed at her lower body, “everything.”

Heat filled Autumn’s cheeks, and she shook her head. “Please, don’t. I don’t even want to remember that I was completely naked, and in the throes of sex, and you saw.”

“You shouldn’t be worried,” Carter said, entering the bedroom. He moved up behind her, dropping a kiss to her neck, sucking on the pulse.

“Please, get a room.” Summer let out a “yuck” sound, and left the room, giving them privacy.

“Are you having regrets?”

“I’m really excited about this actually. Are you nervous? I may cramp your style.”

“Nah, not a chance.” He kissed her, and they heard David and Summer talking about some kind of television show they were both watching. “I like him. He’s a good guy.”

“That’s the guy she wanted me to date.”

“I know, and you’d not have liked him. You wouldn’t have had anything in common.”

“Ha, ha. We do?”

“Yes, we like long walks, going to the movies, eating and cooking, fucking.”

She slapped his shoulder. “Sh, it’s bad enough that she’s seen so much.”

“I don’t care. I’m just happy.”

She rested her head against his shoulder. “Are you sure about this, I mean really sure?”

“I’m sure. In fact, we’ve taken too long to get you moved in with me.”

Laughing, she pulled out of his arms, and finished folding up her clothes. Carter took another large box, following behind David as they loaded up the truck. Denny was already taking one load of her stuff as they finished packing her apartment. She couldn’t believe how much she had accomplished in the past few years. When the last of her furniture was gone with Carter and David, leaving them behind as the men delivered it, Summer held up a bottle of wine.

“You always know when to brandish the wine.”

“That, my dear, is because I know when the mood calls for wine, and I got David to hand me two glasses.” Opening up the bottle, Summer poured two generous glasses.

“You didn’t tell me what happened between you and Brad?”