I propped up on my couch, angled the floor lamp, hit record on my phone, and spread my pussy lips.
My pussy was wet and swollen from thinking about Sebastian all day. My fingers slid against the folds of my pussy. I inadvertently let out a little moan as my finger swiped over my clit, my hips moving slightly as I coated my fingers in the slickness.
I was completely hot and bothered. Before I lost my nerve and while I was still half imagining Sebastian’s hand there, I typed up a quick message:
Amy:Too bad you left. I was going to try to find another time to get wet and mess all over you.
“Send.”
I took a cold shower and got dressed, and then I waited for him to respond. And waited. And waited.
“Fuck it,” I said, feeling furious and embarrassed. “I’m eating the cake.”
24
Sebastian
Iwas lying in bed late that night, staring up at the ceiling and begging my brain to stop thinking about that kiss with Amy.
Had I been terrible? Why had she left?
Fuck. Maybe I should have practiced with—
Who?
Someone.
But all I wanted to do was kiss Amy. I didn’t want any other woman.
“Except that you really needed to have practiced, because you clearly fucked something up,” I berated myself.
She had clearly been making excuses to get away from me.
I had thought it had been good. I had thought she had been into it.
The way her body had melted into mine, the ever so slight pressure of her hard nipples pressing against me through the layer of soft fabric between us—I wanted more. I wanted all of it.
But she didn’t want me.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been such a sad sack about your brother. You should have just taken it in stride.”
But the older woman’s comments had irked me. I had taken care of Alfie ever since he was a baby. His mom had been my father’s affair partner at work. She had decided to keep the baby and give him up for adoption without my father’s knowledge and had fled to California. But he had found out about her plan and come down hard on her with lawyers. The adoption had never happened. Instead, the judge wanted to make an example of her. She had been hit with massive child-support payments, and my father had gotten primary custody. The woman had fled the country so that she didn’t have to pay, leaving Dad as Alfie’s sole legal parent.
But he had only wanted to win, not actually care for a baby. So I had taken care of Alfie.
My father refused to let him go, refusing to sign the adoption papers. But he was mine. He was my little brother.
I threw the covers off and paced around the large suite.
“Make a to-do list,” I instructed myself. “That always puts your thoughts in order.”
I opened my notebook.
“To do.”
Fuck Amy.
“That was not helpful.”
