Page 114 of Barron's Second Chance
"Oh, you don't have to do that," Susan protested as she made to stand.
But Eden waved her down, cocking the basket against her hip. "No, Mom, I don't mind. I gotta do something 'round here to earn my keep."
Susan relaxed back and smiled fondly at her daughter. "Thanks, sweetie. We're heading out in five to meet Mike's sister. Just leave our clothes on the bed, and I'll put them away."
"'kay," Eden murmured. She then flicked Barron a heated gaze before turning on her heel and striding down the hallway.
Barron's dick twitched at the open hunger on her face. He knew she was thinking the same thing he was - that he would nail her ass to the bed once Susan and Mike left. Or she was going to nail him. One way or another, they were both getting fucked.
Once again, he marveled at how aptly matched their sexual appetite was. They were tit for tat in their thinking. It had always been that way.
"And on that note, I'm gonna grab my keys," Mike huffed as he stood. He gave Barron a wink as if he knew what they would get up to once they left.
Before Susan stood to join him, Barron leaned forward. "Susan? I just wanna thank you for welcoming me back into your life. I know I fucked up badly in the past, and you probably lost a lot of respect and love for me. But I want you to know that I think of you like a second Mom. And I promise you I will take good care of Eden's heart."
Susan gave him a watery smile. "Oh, honey, I forgave you a long time ago. And I never stopped loving you like a son. You just had to grow up and realize on your own your mistakes. And I have to say," she took a deep breath, "you've gone above and beyond to prove your love for Eden. I know it's tough right now with you both living in different States, but if anyone was meant to end up together, it's you two."
"Yeah? You think so?" He couldn't help the vulnerability that crept into his voice.
"I know so," she firmly stated. "I can see the way you are with each other. I mean, you're as obvious as a bull in a China shop, but I can see the looks my daughter gives you when she thinks no one is looking. She's just as smitten."
Barron blew out a breath. He was relieved that someone else saw what he knew deep down in his gut.
"And if you do hurt her again, I know a guy who can get rid of any evidence," Mike smirked at him, "and he owes me a favor."
"Michael!" Susan chastised him. She stood and smoothed down her pants. "Never you mind him, sweetheart."
Mike shrugged. "Am I wrong, though?"
Susan observed Barron quietly, tilting her head as she gave him a long look. "No," she calmly replied. "You're not wrong, honey. But something tells me that Barron doesn't need the warning."
Barron put his hands up. "No, sir," he gulped.
After a hug from Susan and a stern look from Mike, the two of them left. He looked out the window to ensure they had pulled out and driven away. Eden had told him of when she walked in on them getting frisky on the couch. No way would he want that happening to them.
After triple checking that the driveway was clear, he made his way down the hallway. His cock was already half-mast at the thought of bending Eden over her bed and pumping into her from behind.
Barron's steps faltered as Eden's soft voice floated from her bedroom. He cursed in frustration when he realized that she was on a call. He paused by her doorway, still unseen, watching her as she stood by her bed, folding laundry and chatting away through the loudspeaker.
"...where's Max and Charlie?"
"They're both at swimming." A male voice that sounded vaguely familiar came through. "Charlie wanted me to remind you about that thing you two talked about."
Ah, that explains it. Charlie and Max were her two siblings. She was obviously talking to her dad, Dan, who was in California.
Eden laughed softly as she folded a T-shirt. "Tell him it's all done."
"Well, that's very suspect."
Eden huffed as she opened a drawer. "Never you mind, Dad. It's about Christmas."
At the reminder of the upcoming holiday, Barron's ears pricked. He knew that Eden was going to her Dad's and Stepmoms for the holidays.
And he understood, really. She had the plans ironed out well in advance before they had ever gotten together again.
But a part of him had hoped she'd invite him along. He knew he was being greedy - he already had her for his birthday and Thanksgiving, but if he could tether himself to her until he figured out where they stood, that would be great.
"I hope you're not getting them anything too expensive for Christmas, young lady. You spoil them."
