Chapter 21 – Lauren
Chapter
Twenty-One
LAUREN
I wake up in Sebastian’s arms, and it’s glorious. Sunlight streams through his bedroom window, birds are singing in the trees, and all is well in our world. I stretch a little, not wanting to wake him, enjoying the luxury of gazing at his sleeping face. His hair is tousled, and one meaty leg has kicked itself out of the covers, his thigh thrown possessively over my body. He looks so peaceful, and I feel a rush of love toward him that threatens to overwhelm me.
This is all new for me, every single second of it, and I need to try to enjoy the ride instead of looking for ways to get off. I stroke his hair and place a soft kiss on his exposed shoulder, then carefully extricate myself from his embrace. With all the skill of a highly trained ninja, I manage to slide out without disturbing him, and I pull the covers up to keep him cozy. Pulling on his shirt from last night, I make my way to the bathroom, loving the feel of the soft fabric on my bare skin, the scent of his cologne, the smell of the man who wore it. It’s like wearing Seb himself, and I can’t get the stupid grin off my face as I tiptoe downstairs.
Once I’m in his kitchen, I make a coffee, looking around his well-stocked kitchen and smiling at what a man of contrasts he is. Tough, protective, violent—but also someone who has fresh avocados in his fruit bowl, shiitake mushrooms in his fridge, and a chef-level spice rack. I settle down at the table and sip my drink, unable to get the goofy smile off my face. My fingers toy with the collar of his shirt and now I’m wondering if I should go upstairs and wake him up in a very special way. Nothing says good morning quite like a blowjob.
“There you are. I thought you’d done a runner already.” Seb walks into the room in nothing but his boxers, and I take a moment to appreciate the view. I think he has the best thighs I’ve ever seen, and my eyes drift from them to his already thickening cock.
“Why would I do that?” I ask innocently. “That doesn’t sound like me at all. I was actually about to come back upstairs and serve you coffee and a blowjob.”
His eyes pop open wide, and he grins. “Don’t let me stop you, babe.”
I pull a face. “Nah. I’ve lost the element of surprise now. I’ll sneak up on you sometime when you least expect it. Sleep well?”
“Like a baby,” he says, rooting around in the freezer and coming up with waffles. I look on as he works, admiring the broad shoulders, the powerful arms, the firm, round ass underneath his boxers. “I can feel you staring at me, you deviant.”
I move behind him and slide my arms around his waist. “Fuck,” he says on a sigh. “That feels good. And I like you in my shirt.”
I lean my face against his back and drop little kisses across the faint lines on his skin. “How did you get your scars?” I ask. “These, and the one on your neck.”
“Would you believe shark attack in the Thames?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
He turns around to face me, his arms crushing me against him, his hand running up my side. “Well, the neck scar was earned the old-fashioned way—from a bloke who brought a knife to a fistfight. The others… Well, they’re older. They’re little reminders of who I used to be. A scared little boy who couldn’t defend himself when his old man had too much to drink.”
I touch his back, caressing his flesh as though I can rub the marks and the memories away. “I’m sorry that happened to you. It breaks my heart to think of you so vulnerable.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. It all helped make me who I am today. And you and I both know it’s the scars you can’t see that hurt the most. They take a lot longer to heal. How are you this morning?”
I press myself against him. He’s right, we both carry scars—but we also have the ability to heal each other and ourselves, and sex is one of the ways Seb and I seem to do that. It seems like we both need some of that sexual healing right now.
“Oh, you know—horny as hell.”
Laughing, he guides me toward a chair and gestures for me to sit at the table. “As usual. Me too, but I want to talk first.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, spreading my thighs wide enough for him to see everything between them. I desperately want him to touch me there, with his tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything at all. I need to feel him on me and inside me and all around me.
His dark eyes stare down, and his lip curls as he lets out a growl. “Fuck, look at you… You’re dripping all over that chair. Use your fingers and open your pussy lips for me, Lauren. That’s it, let me see what’s mine…”
I do as I’m told, sucking in a needy breath as my fingers slip and slide on my wet folds. He kneels on the floor before me, staring intensely. “I’m going shopping today, sweetheart. Going to buy a whole new set of toys for us to play with. I really want to fill that gorgeous cunt of yours up with something and watch you fuck yourself with it.”
Shuddering at the images his words plant in my mind, I trail my fingers over my clit, knowing he likes what he sees. “Mmm, I’d love that. Get something big. Something that makes me scream.”
“Oh, I will.” He slips one of his fingers inside me, then quickly adds another, probing the sweet spot that only he ever seems to find. “And maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass at the same time. How does that sound?” I clench against his fingers while I continue to work my swollen bud, my inner walls vibrating with pleasure.
“It sounds so good, Seb. I want that. I want you to take me everywhere. I want to do every bad thing in the world with you.”
He adds another finger, stretching my opening around him and sliding firmly in and out. His tongue traces his lips as he watches me play with myself. “There are no bad things, baby, as long as we both want them. Now, come for me, Lauren. Imagine me chasing you through the woods, taking you down, binding your hands. Imagine me lifting that big ass of yours up and pushing myself inside it while you try to fight me off. You can’t stop me. You have no control. You just have to take it.”
“Oh god, Seb!” His filthy talk always does it for me, and he’s speeding up his finger thrusts as he speaks. On the next thrust, he keeps them inside me and slowly rotates them against my trembling pussy walls, setting off a chain reaction that flows straight to my clit, then on to every cell in my being. As soon as the last shockwave hurtles through my body, he picks me up and lies me flat on the kitchen table so my quivering legs dangle down to the floor.
He quickly spreads them, grabs my hips, and slides his cock into me while sighing my name. “Fuck, you’re so tight and so wet. I can still feel you squeezing me.”
He fucks me like a demon, and when he gets close to the edge, I watch his face, enjoying every micro expression as he comes, his eyes rolling and his mouth twisting in ecstasy. The way we make each other feel seems impossible.
He hoists me up into his arms, still inside me, and my head flops down onto his bare shoulder. Both of us start laughing. “Well. That was better than a blowjob,” he says, finally setting me down. “Now all we need is more coffee, these waffles, and five minutes where we’re not going blind with orgasms. Tell you what, you go back to bed, and I’ll be up in a few.”
“Okay. I’ll do as I’m told, but only because I want to.”
He slaps me on the backside as I skip past him, and before long, he joins me in the bedroom, carrying a tray. I grin at him. “Now, this is what us ladies like—breakfast in bed served by an almost-naked hunk.”
“Yep. You’re one lucky girl.” He passes me a waffle covered in Nutella, which makes me even luckier, and climbs into bed next to me.
“So. About last night,” he says, laughing as I lick chocolate off my fingers. “Did you bring that arsehole to the party to annoy me?”
“Hmmm… Not consciously. It’s not like I sat down and decided, right, I’m going to do this to rub Seb’s nose in it. But I definitely saw that as an appealing by-product. I guess I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to feel the same way I did when I saw you with your hands on Carla.”
“I get that. Again, I shouldn’t have done it. I knew it was a mistake, but in my defense, you’d pretty much told me to fuck off.”
“I had, I know. I’m not… Look, I’m not saying you did anything terrible, Seb. I’m just saying it hurt. That might not make sense, but none of this does, at least not to me. I’ve never felt like this before about anyone. I have threats from Diego Torres, a family that’s knee-deep in violence, and I’m about to take on a psycho Russian criminal so I can save his wife and child. None of that scares me anywhere near as much as how I feel about you.”
He takes my plate and moves it to one side, then pulls me into his arms. My head rests on his bare chest, and his huge hands run soothingly down my back. “I hear you. I feel the same, Lauren. I might have been engaged a few times?—”
“Five.”
“Okay, five,” he huffs, making me laugh before he continues in a serious tone. “But I don’t think I’ve known what loving a woman is until now. When I met Alice, Sam’s mum, I felt that same spark for her, but I was only sixteen, and I let her go.”
“You sound like you still feel bad about that.”
“I do, in a way. I let them go because I was a kid myself. What the fuck did I know about being a parent, with my background? I was still working out how to be a human being. Anyway. Water under the bridge. Since then, there have been women I thought were special at the time. I genuinely always wanted it to work, but then my cock would get bored and go rogue.”
I smile at the image but also feel unnerved by what he is saying. “Is your cock some kind of separate entity, then? Mind of its own?”
He shrugs. “It’s felt like that in the past, yeah. And I didn’t say any of that to freak you out. I said it to reassure you. My cock is very much at one with my mind where you’re concerned. And both of them are only into you, Lauren Hayes. I’m in, one thousand percent. No hesitation, no doubt, no part of me wondering if I’m wrong. I’m yours, Lauren. Completely and utterly yours. I might have the heart of a devil, but it belongs to you.”
I stroke the side of his face, and his beard softly bristles against my fingers. “The heart of a devil? Why would you say that?”
“My old man drummed it into me. From the time I was a baby. He’d say it, then hit me, then make me repeat it over and over again. Like I said earlier, it’s the scars you can’t see that do the damage.”
“Well, fuck your old man. Is he dead?”
Seb nods.
“Good. I don’t care what he told you. You don’t have the heart of a devil. You have the heart of an angel as far as I’m concerned—even if we both have some pretty devilish tastes. I love you too, Seb. So much. You’re the first man I’ve ever felt this way about. The first man I’ve ever trusted with my heart. Just promise me you’ll take care of it.”
“Always,” he replies, kissing the top of my head. “I promise.”