My breaths turn shallow and my dick throbs in my sweatpants. She drags her weight over me again, and I nearly come in my pants from the contact—that’s how much I need her.
Her breath fans over my ear and she says, “I’m going to go see if Bess needs help in the kitchen.”
Damn it.
She’s up and off of me before I have the chance to grab on and keep her on top of me. “Why the hell would you go and do that?”
“Because she cooks for us every night,” Violet tells me, bending to give me one last kiss before sauntering away. I stare at her ass until she disappears into the kitchen. I don’t bother wiping the smile off my face once she’s gone.
“I can’t believeI’m doing this for you. Remind me again why I agreed to bring you here,” Sebastian grumbles from besidethe car. I opened the passenger door as soon as he parked. I’m currently watching him struggle setting up my wheelchair. When he finally secures it, he rolls it over to me. It's been a hassle getting in and out of vehicles since I’m down a leg and arm, which is why he was the one I asked to bring me to Gulliver’s. Aunt Bess can’t hold my weight as well as he can.
“Stop bitching and moaning and help me,” I tell him as I reach for the door handle. He comes over to my side and lets me lean into him. He holds my good side as I swivel down into the wheelchair. He pushes the passenger door shut and toes off the wheelchair brakes.
“I should make you wheel yourself in just for the hell of it. Getting kind of tired of you bossing me around.” His tone drops as if he’s mimicking me. “Sebastian, do this for me. Sebastian, do that for me. Sebastian, take me to Gulliver’s.”
I grin at his antics, knowing for a fact it hasn’t been like that. If anything, he’s the one that pesters me. He’s just like Aunt Bess in that way. Always making sure I’m okay. I fucking love him for it, but still, I quip back, “Trash talking doesn’t look good on you, Seb, and it’d be an awful shame to lose a modicum of that charm you carry around. What would all the females do without it?”
“Shut the fuck up,” he jests. I’ve been getting on his case a lot lately when it comes to dating. Mostly because it’s been forever since the guy has had any female attention. He’s a ten out of ten, so I’m just wondering why he’s not more adamant about it like every other guy his age.
I guess, in the grand scheme of things, what I’m wondering most is when the time will come that he’ll meethisViolet. Someone who’s there to take care of him while he’s so busy trying to be there for everyone else.
Just to get on his nerves, I put my good foot on the ground, skimming my shoe on the pavement as he pushes me toward the entrance. It’s my newest favorite pastime since I’ve been in thething for the simple fact that it bugs the hell out of him. My foot snags and slows us down.
The wheelchair skids, pulling to one side. My shoulders hunch in preparation for what I know is coming next—a slap to my head, aka Sebastian’s go to reaction when I pull this stunt on him.
“Ouch, what the fuck?” I chuckle even though it doesn’t hurt one bit. He always smacks me soft enough to get his annoyance across but never enough to harm me or my injuries.
“Don’t start with me or I’ll leave you here. Let Llewellyn deal with your ass.”
My brow arches as he gets me past the entrance door. “Then who would put up with your sore loser attitude at all times of the day and night?”
I can hear the smirk on his face when he replies, “Hmm, Violet wouldn’t be too hard to teach.”
“Fuck you.” I don’t really mean it but only because I know he doesn’t really mean it.
Once inside, Kelsie greets us from the other side of the front desk. She leans on the countertop, looking down over the edge with a wave. “Hi. Welcome to Gu—oh, it’s just you.”
“It’s just you,” Sebastian repeats with amusement. “What the hell did you do to her to get that kind of reaction?”
I ignore my cousin and nod my chin at Llewellyn’s niece. I admit that I could’ve been nicer to her in the past, but there’s no rewinding time now. “Hey, Kelsie.”
“Ah, so he does know how to say hello.” I don’t get to reply because in the next breath she informs me, “If you’re looking for my uncle, he’s back in the locker rooms putting a load of wash in because someone hasn’t shown his face in weeks.”
Damn.She almost strikes me speechless. I was expecting a shy, reserved Kelsie. The girl who waves as people come and go. Not this version with a sharp tongue and quips strong enough toriddle a guy with guilt and knock him on his ass. Maybe I was all wrong about her. Maybe she’s not as quiet as I thought.
Sebastian steps around the wheelchair. “Kelsie, is it?”
She nods, and I’m hoping like hell Sebastian gives it straight back to her. Instead, he grins at her. “What do you say we take you home with us just to help keep this one in line?”
Her forehead rolls with an emotion I can’t place since I don’t know her that well. “Um…no thank you?”
I roll my eyes. “Ignore him,” I tell her. “He’s not usually so…”
“Charming?” Sebastian supplies.
“No, obnoxious. We’re going to go talk to Llewellyn now. Let's go, Seb.”
“See what I mean,” he whispers at my back, surely for Kelsie. “Bossy. All the fucking time.”
