I can feel her head nod slowly, and I smile, knowing that all it’ll take is a few swipes over her clit to get her there. I lean back, allowing my hand to get between us, and just as I thought, after rubbing her wet clit only a few times, she begins to shake in my arms. She presses her face into my shoulder, and I feel her teeth against the skin as she lets out a muffled moan. “Oh God.”
“There it is,” I say through shallow breaths because her orgasm triggered my own, and I already feel myself going over the edge. “Oh shit, Halle.Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” I groan, louder than I intended, but at this moment, I don’t give a shit.
I come longer than usual, pumping rope after rope of cum into her, and for the first time, maybe ever, I wish that she was not on birth control so there was a chance she could get pregnant. Then there would be no talks of other women or anything for bullshit optics or show because nothing would ever stop me from telling the entire fucking world I was the father to her baby.
“Go off the pill,” I grunt while I’m still going off inside her, and she gasps in response before letting out a whimper because I know she’s still sensitive. “Just let me get you pregnant already, and then we can stop with all this bullshit.” My thrusts are finally beginning to slow, and despite the amount of cum that I emptied into her, I’m still hard.
“Sebastian,” she whispers as I slip out of her and set her on her feet. I keep my hands on her in case she’s still shaky when her hands cup my face. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to knock me up to keep me,” she says with a chuckle.
“I know. I-I’m not. I just… want all of this shit to go away.”
“A baby won’t quiet everyone’s opinions,” she states. “They’ll still be there.”
I know that the unhinged plea was just a direct response to being on the edge of my climax, but the thought of a pregnant Saint has now taken up residence in the back of my mind, and I know this won’t be the last time those thoughts push me to an orgasm.I run a hand through my hair, pushing the moisture from my forehead into it, and I know I need to go to the bathroom before I go back to the main room. So does she. I pull up my pants and briefs, tucking my shirt into them just as she slowly opens the door.
My eyes squint as they adjust to the burst of light, and when I look at Saint, she’s looking at me through the same narrowed slits. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. Just say I’m not feeling well because I’m going to be a minute depending on how all of this looks,” she says, pointing at her face and hair while squeezing her eyes together and opening them rapidly to help them get acclimated after being in the dark closet.
“You look gorgeous as always.”
“Okay, well, I’d prefer not to look freshly fucked,” she says while smoothing her hair down.
I’m grateful no one is up here because I didn’t even think about how it would look with us emerging from a closet. Halle finds a bathroom upstairs, so I descend the stairs and make my way into the men’s room in the downstairs lobby. I splash some water on my face, doing my best to scrub the overwhelming scent of Halle out of my beard even though I really did want to smell her on me for the rest of the night.For the rest of my life, if I’m being honest. I run a hand through my hair again, thankful that it’s reverting to how it looked before Halle had her hands in it.
“And where’veyoubeen?” I hear from behind me, and then Dylan crosses the restroom to stand next to me. He stares at me in the mirror while he washes his hands with a knowing smirk on his lips.
“I had to take a call.”
“Yeah, I use that code too,” he sneers before gliding his hands down his jacket and pants. “She’s hot. Believe me, I get the attraction,” he adds with an arrogant chuckle.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I suggest you walk away,” I grit out.
“I’m talking about our stepsister, obviously. Well, I guess she’s not really mine…? I don’t know how it all works. But I’m guessing not technically, as she’s not Sara’s daughter? Either way, that means she is way less off-limits to me than she is to you, I’d imagine.”
My eyes close slowly, and I resist every urge coursing through me telling me to put this asshole through the closest wall. “I’m only going to say this once, and then we aren’t going to have this conversation ever again. Halle is very much off-limits.” I swallow hard, wanting to tell him that her orgasming all over my tongue and cock five minutes ago was fucking proof of that, but I refrain from that too.
I deserve a medal for all this fucking restraint when I barely have much of it when it comes to Saint.
“You can take that however the fuck you want. But if you so much as breathe in a way I don’t like toward her, youwillfucking regret it.” I don’t wait for his response because I couldn’t care fucking less. I couldn’t care fucking less about all of this, to be honest. My mother was clearly upset now, and she was the only reason I was here. Part of me wants to take Saint and get the hell out of here, but I don’t want to make things worse.
I grab my phone and shoot a text off to her telling her to come straight back to the venue when she’s done. Usually, I’d wait for her, but I didn’t want to make it completely obvious by walking in together, and the last thing I wanted was for her to get intercepted by Dylan.
Fucking dick.
When I make it back to the venue, people are starting to take their seats, and I groan in annoyance, thinking we’re going to be sitting close to my mom, Mike,and his fucking son.I make my way toward the bar and order us both an old-fashioned, knowing that we’ll need something stronger than wine to get through this dinner.
“I haven’t talked to you all night.” The voice of Elana Sharpe cuts through my thoughts, and then I see my mother’s best friend holding what looks like an espresso martini. “You look the same somehow.” She smiles warmly, and I wish I knew what kind of conversation this was going to be so I’d know if I needed to be guarded.
“Hey, Mrs. Sharpe.”
“Oh please, you’re twenty-five now, am I right?” she asks as if she’s trying to do the math.“I think you can call me Elana.” She smacks my arm before turning around and darting her gaze briefly around the room. “Where’s your partner in crime?”
“Bathroom. She’s not feeling the best.”
Elana nods. “I can imagine today might be kind of hard for her. Not that she’s not happy for your mom, but… just a reminder of who’s not here.” Her honey-colored eyes watch me sadly, and not in a way that anyone else has tonight. “My dad died a few months ago, actually. I don’t know how Halle has done this since she was four. Itreallysucks,” she continues, and the look on her face is full of sorrow.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, Elana.”
“Probably different because Halle was so young when it happened, but… that means she’s gone her whole life without a dad. I feel lucky to have had him as long as I did and so sad for anyone who got cheated out of those experiences.” She puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “I’m glad she had you. If you can’t have a dad looking out for you, I’d say an older brother is the second-best thing.”
