Chapter 28 #3
“Lenny,” Emma begins.
“Please.” My voice cracks. “Please just let this go, I can’t talk about it right now. I just need a few days of normal. Of being here with you all and not thinking about Texas or Sebastian or any of it. Can you give me that?”
My sisters exchange looks, clearly not satisfied but also seeing I’m on the edge of breaking.
“Okay,” Emma finally says. “We’ll drop it. For now. When you’re ready to talk, we’re here. Always.”
“I know. Thank you.”
We finish cleaning in silence, and then I escape to my room. I pull out my phone and see a text from Sebastian.
Sebastian
Landing around 6 pm tomorrow. Will rent a car and drive to your family’s ranch. What should I expect?
Me
My father’s going to interrogate you. My siblings are suspicious. And everyone’s going to be watching to see if you’re treating me right. So basically, it’s going to be hell.
Sebastian
Looking forward to it.
Me
You’ve got to be joking.
Sebastian
Well maybe not the part where I have to deal with your father and brothers, but I’m looking forward to seeing you.
Me
Oh yeah? Do you miss me, husband?
What am I doing? I shouldn’t be flirting with him, but here I am biting my lip waiting to see the text bubbles pop up.
Sebastian
I miss you very much, wife.
I miss you being here, your stubborn streak that I’m learning is because you’re right and you know it. The house feels wrong without you in it, and I miss having you in my arms.
Every butterfly in my stomach flies lower at those words. I miss his touch, his presence when I least expect it. And the ache of the last week settles over me because I truly do miss him. I miss fighting with him, challenging him, and God help me, making love to him.
Me
I miss watching you work. Before everything happened, I would keep watching you from the kitchen window, waiting for you to notice.
Which is ridiculous because you’re so far away down in the corrals, you’ll never see me.
But I keep hoping you’ll see me looking and then will ride up the slope, tie your horse to the railing and take me right on the countertop.
Then when we’re done you’d go right back to work and make me wait for you to come home and take me again.
Oh my God, I can’t believe I just admitted that to him! What am I thinking?
Sebastian
God Len, you know how to make a man hard. And for the record, you better be waiting at the window daily now that I know what you want.
Me
Seb, I miss being with you. It’s an ache I can’t get over.
Sebastian
I feel the same way, baby. We can fix that tomorrow. Goodnight.
Me
Night.
I drop my phone on the bed and stare at the ceiling, feeling wet from flirting with Sebastian.
I get up, go to the bathroom and get ready for bed.
Once I’m back in my room, I turn out the lights and crawl under the covers. The house makes the same noises it did when I was a girl as I close my eyes, and it should comfort me, but instead visions of my husband dance through my head.
I can almost feel him reaching for me, touching me, knowing just where to press to get me wet.
The problem with Sebastian Drake is that he is very, very good at making me want more.
I think about his hands—the way he touches me like he’s already decided how it will end and he’s just walking me there.
My fingers slip beneath the waistband of my underwear.
I think about the last time he pressed into me. We were in the barn, his mouth at my ear, making it even hotter with his dirty talk. That man knew how to drive me wild with his tongue in more ways than one.
My fingers find the right spot and my hips roll up instinctively, and I bite down on my lip because the house is not soundproof and my sisters are down the hall.
I keep the image of him fixed in my mind—that look he gets when I stop arguing with myself and give in to temptation.
Dark and satisfied and still so maddeningly in control.
I think about how he circles my clit with his tongue before sucking me into his mouth.
The way he takes his time, like he’s making a point, like every second I’m squirming is exactly what he’s going for.
There she is, he says in my head, low and quiet. My sexy wife.
My fingers move faster over my clit.
I think about the weight of him, the way he enters me and fills me. My fingers move of their own accord and dip into my core as I shift so I can get deeper. I want to scream because it’s not enough. I need more. I need him.
I think about his hands gripping my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me as he pushes into me, relentless and harsh. The way he says my name when I’m close—it’s not soft or sweet, just certain. Like he knows exactly when I’m going to come.
My back arches off the mattress. I come with my face turned into the pillow so nobody hears me, and my thighs clamp around my own hand, and it’s good, it’s enough, but it’s not him, and my body knows the difference.
I lie there catching my breath in my childhood bedroom and think about the fact that I am genuinely, desperately gone for the man who bought me.