43. Sebastian
Chapter 43
Sebastian
My head jerks up at the familiar sound of the door opening. Is it her?
I get up, every step feeling heavier. And then I see her.
Her hand is braced against the wall while she steps out of her high heels.
I stand frozen, eyes locked on her. Trying to read her expression, her body language, and anything that might give me a clue about what she’s thinking. Is she pissed? Upset? Fuck, I can’t tell.
All I want is her in my arms. But I can’t fucking move. It’s like my feet are glued to the floor, and all I can do is watch her, desperate for some sign that we’re gonna be okay.
Her head snaps up, and she jumps back with a startled gasp. “Jesus, Sebastian!” Her hand flies to her chest, pressing against her heart. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry, princess. Didn’t mean to—”
Her eyes zero in on my mouth, shifting down to my knuckles. “What happened?” She hurries over, cradling my hand gently in hers. “Are you okay?” She examines the cuts and swelling .
I smile, ignoring the sting in my lip. “You’re back.”
“Of course.” She huffs. “Get on the couch. I’ll get the first aid kit.”
I draw her closer, relishing the feel of her soft curves pressed against me. It brings me a sense of comfort. My need for her closeness outweighs the pain of my injuries, and I tighten my hold on her, unwilling to let go.
“What’s wrong?” She squirms in my arms.
I press a gentle kiss on top of her head. “Nothing.”
“Sebastian.” She gives my chest a half-hearted shove. “You’re hurt. Please.”
“I’m fine.” Mostly true.
“Your lip is split open, and your knuckles look like ground beef. It should be cleaned and bandaged before it gets infected.”
Reluctantly, I let her go, and she disappears down the hallway.
I get back into the living room and slump onto the couch. Maybe her brothers don’t hate me after all.
The memory of my first meeting with Levi surfaces in my mind. It wasn’t pleasant, and his initial impression of me wasn’t favorable. He’d even bet on me messing up, and he was right. I did screw up back in college, believing lies I shouldn’t have.
The sound of soft footsteps reaches my ears, and I look up. She sits down before me on the couch table, placing the first aid kit beside her.
Carefully, she takes my hand in hers. “Tell me what happened.”
I shrug, trying to play it off. “Had a little chat with Jason, that’s all.”
Her brows shoot up. “A chat? Is that what we’re calling this?”
“He had it coming. The way he grabbed you…” Anger simmers in my blood at the memory.
She applies some cream. “Jason’s not worth it.”
“I won’t apologize. ”
“I don’t expect you to. He deserved it, but still, he’s also not worth it.” She grabs the bandage and wraps my hands with it. “I’m sorry.”
“Princess, you have nothing to apologize for.”
Her eyes dart up to mine and drop down to my lips. “You look like you got the worst of it this time.”
“It’ll heal.” Having her here is worth any injury. “I’m glad you came back.”
“I’m sorry for taking so long. I wanted to come back home earlier.”
Home. She’s right. This is her home.
“Did you have a good time?” I ask.
Her lips curve up into a smile. Not her fake one. The real one. “Yeah.”
“It’s kind of like back in college. Remember?”
“I do.” She laughs softly. “Only this time, I don’t have any cupcakes.”
When she was standing in front of me at my door, I knew Lil had chosen me, like I had chosen her, and I still continue to choose her. Always.
“That’s okay, I only need you,” I say.
She stills, eyes searching mine intently.
I grab her waist, lifting her onto my lap.
Her hands land on the backside of the couch, caging me in. “Stop. You’re hurt.”
I raise my head, bringing our faces so close that our noses brush. Her gaze flickers to my mouth, and I suppress claiming her lips like I’m fucking dying to.
“Princess…” I trail off, letting the plea hang unspoken. “I love you.”
I need to hear her say it back. Please. Need to know this is what she wants, too.
Her hands drop to my shoulders, and my eyes snap shut as her soft lips brush over the skin of my neck. It feels amazing, but it’s not what I need or want right now. I want—no, I fucking need—to know if she feels the same way about me.
Disappointment courses through me. Why can’t she say the words? What the hell is holding her back?
She slides off my lap and onto her knees on the floor. My breath hitches when her small hands reach for my belt. This isn’t how I want this to go. Not like this. But the determined look in her eyes makes me falter. She wants this. Wants me. And fuck, I want her too, so damn much.
Maybe one day, she’ll be able to say it.
She tugs my zipper down, her delicate fingers grazing my hardening length through the fabric of my boxer briefs. Fuck. This woman drives me wild without even trying.
“Princess…” It comes out like a plea and a warning all at once. I’m barely holding onto my self-control here.
She glances up at me through her lashes, whiskey eyes dark with desire. “Yes, Sebastian?”
The way my name rolls off her tongue, breathy and seductive, nearly undoes me. I grip the couch cushions. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know.” She snags her fingers in the waistband of my underwear. “But I want to.”
Before I can argue, she’s pulling me free, wrapping her hand around my thick shaft. A groan rumbles through me at the contact. Fuck.
She leans in, breath hot against the tip. “I love you, too.” Her perfect pink lips are closing around the head of my cock, and I’m done.
My head falls back, eyes slamming shut. “Fuck, just like that.”
She takes me deeper, the wet heat of her mouth pure bliss. I thread my fingers through her silky hair, wrestling with the hunger to thrust into her mouth while she bobs up and down my length, tongue swirling and teasing. It’s heaven and hell all at once. I’m drowning in sensation, in her, but I need more. Need to be inside her, claiming her, making her mine again.
“Princess, wait.” I tug gently on her hair, and she releases me with an obscene pop, looking up at me with confusion.
“What’s wrong? Did I—”
I cut her off, hauling her up onto my lap and slamming my mouth against hers. She gasps, and I take advantage, thrusting my tongue past her lips to tangle with hers. Lil melts into me, fingers digging into my shoulders.
Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed her. Nothing else matters when I’ve got her in my arms.
“I need to hear you say it again, princess. Please.” I’m not too proud to beg, not when it comes to her.
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, and she cups my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. “I love you, Sebastian Barron. I always have.”
Her words slam into me like a fucking freight train, stealing the air from my lungs. I surge forward, capturing her lips again.
She whimpers, and I swallow the sound greedily. Mine. All fucking mine.
I stand abruptly, hands gripping her thighs as I carry her towards the bedroom. Our bedroom. Where she belongs.
She breaks the kiss, panting. “Your injuries—”
“I don’t give a fuck about my injuries. I need you. Now.”
I kick the door shut behind us and lay her down on the bed, crawling over her like a man possessed. She’s a goddamn vision sprawled out beneath me, hair fanned across the pillow, lips swollen from my kisses.
“You’re wearing too many clothes. ”
She arches her back, helping me remove the offending dress before reaching for my shirt. Together, we strip each other bare, desperate for skin-on-skin contact.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed you.” I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Lil runs her hands down my back, blunt nails digging in deliciously. “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”
I lift my head, meeting her gaze head-on. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
Overcome with emotion, I claim her mouth again, and her legs come up to wrap around me. I groan against her lips, the sting of my split lip mixing with the intoxicating taste of her. I don’t give a fuck. I’d endure any pain to keep kissing her like this.
I tear my mouth from hers, trailing kisses down her neck. She tilts her head, giving me better access, and I nip and suck at her pulse point, relishing the way she shivers against me.
Then I kiss my way down her stomach and move my fingers to her pussy, finding her slick and ready for me. I slide a finger inside, feeling her walls wrap around it.
She pushes her hips up. “More.”
“So greedy.” I add two fingers, stretching her slowly.
Soft whimpers escape her, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I dip my head between her thighs, darting my tongue to flick her clit.
Her hips jolt, and I force her back down with a hand on her stomach. “Be a good girl.”
I increase the pressure on her clit. Her body trembles, her thighs tensing around my head .
I work her over with my tongue and fingers, reveling in every gasp and moan I draw from her sweet lips. Her taste floods my senses.
I could fucking drown in her and die a happy man.
“Sebastian, please.” Lil’s breathless plea shoots straight to my aching cock.
I lift my head, meeting her hooded gaze. “Please what, princess?”
She squirms beneath me, seeking more friction. “I need—”
I curl my fingers inside her tight pussy, and she cries out my name. Slowly, I continue the motion until the tension from her body is gone.
“I need you inside me. Now.” She’s breathless with need, and who am I to deny her?
I crawl back up her body, claiming her mouth in a kiss, and position myself, the tip of my cock nudging her slick folds. “Eyes on me.”
Those whiskey orbs lock onto mine.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you, too. So much.”
I hike one of her legs up and thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt.