He scowls. “And just when I thought we were getting somewhere.”
I scoff. “What? You licked my cum off your fingers, and suddenly you think we’re besties?”
Eden strides ahead, turns, and starts walking up the path backward, glaring.
Fucking show-off.
“You loved that, didn’t you?” he snaps. “Her begging for your cock. Being the only one she wanted, despite Noah and me both being right there in the truck with you.”
My heart stutters in surprise.
Sawyer made it abundantly clear she wanted more than just me tonight. As much as I hate to admit it, I couldn’t have gotten her there on my own. But if that’s what the professor took away from the encounter…
“Was it the piercings or the lack of refractory period that made you feel most inadequate, Professor?” I plaster on a smile I don’t feel.
Eden doesn’t take the bait.
But he does stumble when the back of his foot bumps the stairs of the porch.
“Hurry up, you two,” Noah calls from the landing. He’s already unlocking the pale yellow door.
Eden continues to glare. “Please tell me you’re at least smart enough to take precautions with her health. Have you recently been tested?”
Fair question coming from a guy who was all up in my business an hour ago.
But I’m not in a fair mood.
I shrug one shoulder, ignoring the burning sensation in my abs from the gesture, and smirk. “That’s none of your business, Prof.”
“That’s completely and entirely my business, given what transpired tonight.”
God, this guy’s such a pompous douche. Every time he speaks, he sounds like he’s auditioning for the speech and debate team. That’s probably why Sawyer likes him.
He’s up the stairs before I’ve even attempted the first step. The stairs are wide, with handrails on either side, but I’m not entirely sure I could grip a handrail and use it for leverage at this point.
Glaring at Eden, I swallow my pride and tip my chin.
“A little help here?”
His expression turns incredulous, his brow furrowing, though it quickly morphs into a more conniving look, like he’s gearing up to give me shit.
“Merce,” Noah calls in that booming dad voice of his, making me release a sharp sigh.
Mercer walks down the steps, watching his own feet to keep from slipping, then offers me both of his arms. I grip him at the wrists, using the support to steady myself as I take small, controlled steps up to the porch.
When we crest the last step and safely make it to the landing, I release him.
“Thanks.” Straightening as best as I can, I add, “Testing is probably unnecessary. At least until we talk to Sawyer.”
He scowls, making crease marks appear between his eyebrows.
“I’ve never been with anyone but Sawyer,” I explain before he can argue. “And we hadn’t ever had sex until tonight.”
The color and attitude drain from Eden’s face and his jaw drops open. “That was your first time?”
Didn’t I just say that?
“Yeah, Prof. That was our first time.”
