“Seb.” His name was a plea. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“I’ll settle for begging. Do you want me to let you come? Tell me,” he growled. There was something about that voice that I couldn’t fight. I didn’t want to.
“Please let me come on your hand, Seb. It feels so good. I need to come.”
He ramped up his thrusts, his cock jutting into my ass deliciously. White light cut through my vision as my body started to shake. The tremors clamped around his fingers as he slowed and worked me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck. I feel like I need a cigarette after that,” I sighed, my body collapsing against his broad chest as Sebastian licked each of his fingers clean.
He pushed my hair out of my face and placed a lingering kiss on my jaw.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said.
His massive erection was tenting his boxers as he made his way to his bathroom.
Shit.
My body felt so relaxed, so satiated, but my mind was starting to spin. I could feel myself getting tangled up in emotions. Seb was sexy and charming and challenging. And based on his performance with his fingers alone, I could venture he was just as good in bed as he was eleven years ago, if not better after years of practice.
I sighed and crawled out of his bed. Whatever crossing this line meant, we didn’t need to figure it out right now. My good friends, denial and avoidance, would back me up on that.
18
Sebastian
My stomach growled at the smell of greasy fried food as the server walked by with someone else’s order.
Luke, Wyatt, Reid, and Wes were all free tonight in a rare turn of fates. We hadn’t gotten together, just us guys, in a while. It took a weird amount of convincing to get everyone to agree. Scarlett was seven months along and felt great, but Luke still acted like the baby could come at any minute, and he was hesitant to leave her side. Wyatt had to wait until after the girls were asleep so that he didn’t saddle Maeve with all of the work getting them down to bed. Reid and Claire were joined at the hip most of the time, and prying him away for a couple of hours was like pulling teeth. Wes’s issue was never lady related—he didn’t date, so that was never a factor—but he’d managed to close two of his investigations this week and was able to take a night off.
I was the first to arrive at Harpoon’s and sidled up to the bar for a beer. Allie Hitchcock gave me a sweet smile, her gaze lingering a little too long, from a few seats down. Allie and I had had some fun in the past, a couple of times. Shewas good people, and she understood the arrangement. She wasn’t looking for anything from me other than to satisfy her needs, repeatedly.
“Seb, I haven’t seen you around much. How’s things been?” she asked as she slipped into the seat beside me.
“Allie.” I dipped my chin to her with a smirk. The tip of her finger circled the rim of her glass. Her blue nails were as long as talons, and I wondered how she got anything done with them. “Things have been good. What’s new with you?”
“Same old, same old. I was in a relationship for a bit, but that’s over now.” She shrugged. “It’s funny. I was actually just talking about you the other the day.”
“Oh yeah? All good things, right?” I winked.
“There isn’t a bad word I could say about you,” she laughed. “We had a lot of fun together.” She gave me a look that told me she wasn’t talking about hanging at Harpoon’s or at a bonfire by the beach. “I miss having fun.”
Where a surge of lust would usually roll through me, I felt nothing. Allie was a great time, as a person and in the bedroom, but the idea of hooking up with her just wasn’t appealing to me tonight. Not when I still had the taste of Lydia burned into my mind. My dick perked up at that thought, clearly not broken despite his lack of interest in the sure thing on the side of me.
Lydia was gone from my room when I got out of the shower, and she didn’t come by the shop all day. That didn’t stop my mind from wandering in her direction time and time again, the memory of her moaning my name, my fingers buried in her sweet, wet pussy playing on repeat.
Just as my thoughts turned dirty, the door to Harpoon’s opened, and in walked Luke. Not that I wanted to be caughtdaydreaming about the Wilder sister in front of any of her brothers, but it felt worse when it was Luke. He knew my history with women, and he still trusted me with Lydia.
Maybe I was thinking about it all wrong, actually. Maybe Luke would be fine if Lydia and I got together. Happy for us, even. We were all adults.
“Allie, it’s been nice catching up. Go have some fun.” I winked, grabbing my beer from Ronnie behind the bar. She was back with one for Luke, and I asked her to start a tab and threw down my card. It felt good to be able to do that for the first time in months. Business had been good lately. I seemed to have found a niche in the female segment, and I was pretty sure it had something to do with the dumb-ass photoshoots that Lydia made me do.
Lydia’s taste on my tongue. Money in my bank account.
Things were looking good for me.
“Hey, Allie,” Luke said, getting to the bar before I had a chance to meet him halfway.
“Hey, Luke.” She smiled.
