“Yeah, so I’m supposed to go up there to his office on Saturday.”
“Did you know she died?”
He let out a huff of humorless laughter. “Not until the lawyer called me.”
“I’m so sorry.” Reaching out, I cupped his cheek.
“I don’t know what the fuck she left me,” he said, pausing to turn and kiss my fingers. “We never had any money. I mean, we got by, but it’s not like we were takin’ any vacations.”
“Maybe it’s sentimental stuff,” I offered. “Pictures. That kind of thing.”
“Could be,” he said with a sigh. “I guess I’ll find out.”
“God, I’m sorry, Bas,” I whispered. “I can’t imagine losing my mom.”
“Lost her way before last weekend, baby,” he reminded me.
“Still.”
He shook his head and smiled sheepishly. “Look at me talkin’ about this shit when I’ve got you naked in my bed. The fuck is wrong with me?”
“Oh, so we can’t talk?” I joked, pursing my lips. “I see what this is.”
“We can talk,” he argued, leaning over me so I’d roll to my back. “But this is make-you-dinner conversation, not bed conversation.”
“I didn’t realize there was a distinction.”
“Bed conversation is me tellin’ you how beautiful you are, how good you feel, and how incredible your pussy tastes.”
“Go on,” I teased as he moved in for a kiss.
Bas laughed against my mouth.
Then he continued thebed conversationusing visual aids.
Chapter 7
Sebastian
It was sevenin the morning, and I needed to be at work in an hour, but instead of dragging my ass out of bed, I was watching Harper sleep. I couldn’t remember when we’d finally crashed the night before, just that she’d fallen asleep first, on her stomach in the center of the bed, and she hadn’t moved an inch all night.
Her hair was tangled and her mouth hung open a little, and she made these little shh-shh noises in her sleep, and I was fucking gone for her.
I’d wanted to see where things went, and I’d been frustrated that it hadn’t seemed like she was interested. Now I was wondering if I was in over my head, because in one night I’d shot straight past seeing where things would go and into something that felt a lot like obsession.
The woman had a body that didn’t quit. Every inch of her skin was soft and smooth, her curves were insane, and she smelled like heaven. When I’d told her to get on the bed the night before, I’d watched her closely to see if giving up control was something she was into. Some women weren’t, and I’d had great sex with them, but when it came to preferences? I liked to be in charge.
I got hard just thinking about how quickly Harper had followed directions. The trust she had, lying there exposed when I turned on the light. The way she’d panted and tried to hold still while I explored her body. The second round had been different, both of us taking as much as we were giving, and it had been just as good.
Eventually, I’d run downstairs to get us some water while Harper texted her mom that she wouldn’t be home until the morning.
She hadn’t asked. She’d just assumed.
I liked that.
She was a lot more assertive than I’d realized. During all the time I’d spent with her at parties and barbecues and family events, Harper had seemed quiet. She teased and gave people shit just like the rest of her family, but it was always underscored by a sweetness that I didn’t see very often in the club’s kids.
Now that I’d gotten to know her a little better outside the group, it was easy to see that she was just as strong-willed as the rest of them—she was just stealthier about it.
