“You know this actually tracks,” Kalen says, flopping down on the sofa next to Sparkles who was sound asleep. She juts her little face out at him, squinting her eyes to show she’s displeased he woke her up. Before he continues, Kalen pulls Juniper down to sit on his lap. It doesn’t appear to be intentional, but as he settles her in, his hand slides up, cupping her breast and pulling her back against his chest. Livy’s eyes flash to mine as if to ask me if I saw what she saw, and I just shrug because they’ll be bickering in the next ten minutes anyway. “Every woman minus, Juni and Livy, on this campus…” Kalen trails off, laughing a little before he says “Including my psychology professor wants in your pants and you pick the one girl who can’t stand rugby players, broke into your fucking home and tied you up and left you there.”
Jeremy straightens slightly, the humor gone from his expression as he turns to head back to his room. “Watch how you talk about my wife,” he calls over his shoulder.
“She’s not your fucking wife!” Kalen yells.
Jeremy’s door slams shut, and all we hear is a muffled, “yes she is!”
EPILOGUE
LIVY
Iwake up feeling…warm.
Not just warm, butbonelessand full? Like every part of me is loose and soft and completely, completely satisfied.
And then I feel him.
The weight of Sebastian over me. The heat of his body pressed into mine. The way his breath ghosts over my neck like he’s been here for a while already. I realize that he’s already inside of me, and the way my body is tingling, it feels like I’m ready to come, and I haven’t been awake for even thirty seconds. He fell asleep inside of me last night, still half hard and refusing to pull out.
I just fucking love this man.
My lips part slightly, a slow inhale pulling into my lungs as my fingers curl into the sheets.
“Sebastian…” I murmur, still half asleep, still floating somewhere between dreaming and waking.
His hand slides up my side slowly, and I feel the way his chest moves against mine as he fucks me.
“I couldn’t resist you, baby,” he says softly against my skin, his voice rough in that way that always makes me melt. “We havesuch a big day ahead of us, but I need to feel you come on my cock first. Can you do that for me?”
It’s like his words paired with his fingers that move between us on my clit order me to come, and I do. I buck up against him and my body arches. Pleasure floods through my body and he picks up his pace, fucking me harder chasing his own relief.
Before I know it, he’s filling me, his hand around my neck, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re my good fucking girl,” he grits out as he spills the last of himself inside of me and then buries his face in my neck to catch his breath.
My brows pull together slightly as I think about what he said once my brain isn’t so foggy from the orgasm. I’m trying to wake my brain up enough to catch up with what he said. “A big day?” I repeat, tilting my head just a little, studying him.
Because I don’t remember us making plans.
At all.
His mouth curves against my skin, just slightly, like he knows something I don’t, which, given our history, is honestly not surprising.
“You’ll see,” he says, brushing his nose against mine in a way that feels way too soft for someone like him. “Sprinkles and I have a surprise for you.”
I squint at him.
“You know her name is Sparkles,” I say, my voice still sleepy but firm.
His eyes roll instantly. “Same difference.” This man went out of his way to get her chicken from the pub the other night when she wasn’t feeling well and nearly decapitated Jeremy with a butter knife because they couldn’t figure out how to make rice themselves. Yet, he won’t call her by her real name. “She gets mad when I call her Sprinkles,” he says, and I swear this hulk of a man giggles.
I laugh, the sound slipping out of me before I can stop it, and he watches me like I’m his favorite thing in the whole world.
“I’m serious, Sebastian,” I mumble, nudging his shoulder. “One of these days she’s going to bite you right on the butt, and you’ll have no choice but to say you deserved it.”
“She’s a spoiled brat, and you know it,” he says with a grin
“She’s alady,” I retort, but I am aware how spoiled she is.
He huffs a quiet breath, like he’s humoring me, and presses a soft kiss to my forehead before finally pushing himself up off me.
