Chapter 26 Bash
BASH
Iwake up slowly with nothing but warmth under my cheek.
I’m sprawled across Livy, half on top of her body, my arm wrapped around her waist while she lies flat on her back beneath me.
My head rests against her breasts, and I have to say I think this is better than any fucking pillow on the market.
I’m so much taller than her that my legs can’t tangle with hers under the blankets like I’m sure I'd enjoy.
Instead, her leg is hooked around my body, and her foot rests on the back of my thigh.
My girl’s fingers are in my hair.
It’s all slow and gentle, and I know she’s trying not to wake me.
I keep my eyes closed because the second she knows I’m awake she might stop.
And I don’t ever want her to stop.
Her nails scratch lightly across my scalp, and I’d murder everyone I know just for five more minutes of this.
Her fingers slide through my hair again, and I shift closer without thinking, pressing more of my weight into her.
God.
She’s warm.
Soft.
Before I can stop myself, I nuzzle my face against her chest, my hand coming up to cup the side of her boob. I squeeze gently and open my mouth to…
Livy’s whole body shakes when she laughs.
“Are you pretending to be asleep so I’ll keep rubbing your hair?”
I grunt in response.
Then I rub my face against her again just to prove her point.
That makes her laugh harder.
“You’re awfully cuddly for a stalker, Sebastian.”
I crack one eye open and look up at her, my fingers still needing the soft yet firm flesh of her breast. What the fuck are boobs made out of anyway? It’s the weirdest, yet best fucking combination on the planet, and I’ll die on that hill.
I finally give in, pushing up on my elbows to look at my girl. My perfect fucking girl. Livy’s hair is spread across the pillow, her cheeks flushed from sleep, her lips curved in that teasing little smile that’s been ruining my life for years.
My hand slides up automatically, cupping her face.
“Follow one girl across the world and set a few cameras up in her bedroom,” I mutter, voice rough with sleep, “and suddenly you’re branded a stalker.”
She lifts an eyebrow, and she can’t help biting her lip, trying not to laugh. “Oh is that all you did?”
I ignore that.
Instead I just look at her.
Really take everything about this girl in and commit it to my memory.
Livy’s fingers are still combing slowly through my hair like she can’t help herself. It’s like touching me is natural for her. She knows exactly what I want and when I want it.
My girl lifts one finger and points toward her mouth. “Kiss me now, please.” She’s so fucking cute.
“That is my job after all,” I murmur.
I push myself up, bracing my weight on one arm so I can lean over her.
For a second I just look at her, then I lower my mouth to hers.
The second our lips meet, her hand slides into my hair again and I feel it move all the way down my spine.
When I pull back, I rest my forehead against hers.
“You realize,” I murmur, voice still rough with sleep, “this is the best sleep I’ve had in my entire life. ”
Her fingers pause in my hair, and she looks so genuinely content, and that’s really all I want.
“Really?”
I nod once, and then I drop back down, settling against her chest again like I belong there.
“Turns out,” I mumble into her skin, closing my eyes again as her fingers start moving through my hair, “I just needed you.”
She laughs softly this time, but she doesn’t stop touching me. Her fingers slide through my hair again, and I feel myself melting into the mattress.
I tighten my arm around her waist.
“Careful,” I mutter, nuzzling against her.
“Careful of what, Sebastian?” I can tell by the teasing in her tone that she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
I rub my face against her again, breathing her in before I kiss her breasts, trailing down her abdomen.
I pause, looking up at her when I say, “If you keep touching me like this, Livy…” I tighten my arm around her just a little more. “I’m never letting you leave this bed.”
Her fingers are still in my hair when I lean down again.
I tell myself it’s just another kiss, but it isn’t. My hand settles on her hip automatically, my thumb brushing the soft skin there before sliding slowly up her side. She inhales when my palm spreads along her ribs, and the sound goes straight through me.
God. My cock is aching again, and I can’t even count how many times or how many positions I’ve had her in through the night.
My jaw tightens at the memory, heat rushing through me again even though the sun is barely up.
I shouldn’t need her this badly after last night, but the second she arches into me the slightest bit, I’m done for.
I pull back just enough to look down at her because I realize that I need to put her before myself in this moment. “Are you sore?” I ask quietly.
Her brows knit together slightly like it’s a silly question.
“You have to be,” I continue, frowning now. “I shouldn’t have taken you so many times.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and I exhale slowly, shaking my head.
Then I decide to just tell her the truth. “It would’ve been more,” I admit.
Her eyes widen as I brush my thumb along her cheek.
“If you hadn’t looked so peaceful,” I finish, voice rough. “It was so hard to stop touching you once you fell asleep.”
Her hand comes up then, warm against my jaw as she cups my face. “You know,” she murmurs softly, “I wouldn’t mind… being woken up that way.”
My eyebrow shoots up as she continues saying, “With you touching me.”
Then my fingers start moving again, dancing lightly across her skin where my hand still rests along her side.
“Or kissing you?” I ask, dipping my head to press a kiss to her belly, flicking my tongue out to let her know so much I want to taste every inch of her.
Her cheeks turn pink immediately, and I swear to God she’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
A slow smile pulls at my mouth. “I could do that, Livy,” I murmur, lowering my voice. “I could wake you up that way.” My fingers drift up to find one of her nipples, toying and teasing until her mouth parts. “Would you like that, baby?”
She watches me carefully now, her breathing just a little uneven, but she doesn’t make a sound. “If I was so feral for you that I couldn’t wait a few minutes to wake you up?” I continue quietly.
My mouth lowers closer to hers. “I’d need to press my lips to your skin too much to take the time to wake you up. I’d need to fill your tight pussy, feel you gripping me.”
She gasps softly, and that’s all it takes. I shift up, bracing myself on my forearms so I’m hovering over her, and then I kiss her again.
Harder this time, and she kisses me back just as eagerly, her hands sliding into my hair as our mouths move together again and again. Every time I pull away for air she chases me, pulling me back down like she can’t stand the space between us.
Which is fucking perfect, because neither can I.
But just as the kiss starts to deepen, just as I’m about to say fuck it and push inside of her wet heat…
My phone rings.
The sound cuts through the room, and I’m going to fucking murder whoever is on the other line.
Livy’s mouth is still against mine when she murmurs softly, “You should get that after everything last night, it might be important.”
I groan.
I absolutely do not want to stop kissing her.
The phone stops ringing.
For half a second I think whoever it is has given up, but then it immediately starts ringing again. I drop my forehead against my beautiful girl’s with another groan.
“Un-fucking-believable.” I’m making a huge deal like we didn’t make love literally the whole night, but in my defense, I needed just one more time to take the edge off.
And one more after that.
I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she ends up sitting on my stomach. Her hair falls forward over her shoulders as she steadies herself with her hands on my chest. My arm wraps loosely around her waist while I reach blindly toward the nightstand with the other.
My phone vibrates angrily against the wood when I grab it. My free hand slides up Livy’s thigh so slow and lazy and then over her hip and up her stomach.
I can’t stop touching her even for ten seconds, or I’ll absolutely die.
My fingers find her nipple when I realize that it’s a video request from my friend’s girlfriend.
I use the term friend loosely because he’s my brother’s friend, and I just tolerate him.
His girlfriend is nice, but if you ask me, there has to be something mentally unstable about her if she’s able to deal with him for more than a few minutes.
“Don’t move, it’s a video,” I mutter absently and groan when Livy shifts back, her bare ass sliding across my rigid cock. Her knees are braced on either side of my hips, hair falling forward as she looks down at me, one hand still resting on my chest.
My phone rings angrily in my hand, and I huff, swiping to answer.
“Yeah?” I say, still half distracted by the fact that Livy is sitting on my literal dick and her boobs bounce as she lifts her arms to pull her hair up into a ponytail. She’s using the pink scrunchie with the little white hearts and she looks like a fucking goddess sitting above me like this.
“Hey Bash,” Madi says in a chipper voice. I can’t see her because she’s got the phone propped up and by the looks of it, she’s living in an exploded warehouse of pastel fabric. “Uhhh. Sorry, I’m trying to find your order!”
Livy gives me an inquisitive look, and now I realize what this is about.
The fucking bow socks.
After the night Livy wore that pair for me, I decided she needed them in every color. And who else was I going to buy bow shit from other than Madi. I bought every color she had on the website, a fucking rainbow of pastel fuckery. But man, they sure do look good wrapped around my girls’ thighs.
I grin at Livy before Madi starts talking again.
She comes into view, looking up into the camera, and I realize she must have set it on something high up.
“Did you mean to order two pairs of every color of the thigh high bow socks? Callum dropped them off at the post office, ya know, because Hayden isn’t allowed to go there anymore.
” She frowns, looking through a list of papers.
I don’t even need to ask why Hayden is banned from the post office.
It wouldn’t surprise me if she told me he was down at the creek throwing rocks at kids, actually.
“I was looking through the order and that seemed odd. But he was right, the quantity says two.”
I scrunch my nose up because this seems like a weird question.
Of course I wanted two. “My girlfriend has two feet, Madi and I’d like her to have one for each,” I say, and it’s probably a little more condescending than I intend because I’m still peeved that she interrupted my plans of being deep inside my girlfriend.
“Oh my God,” Madi and Livy say at the same time, but then Madi continues, “It’s a pair, so now you have four of each color headed your way.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have photos of one sock as the photo,” I say, but I can’t help smiling because Livy is covering her face laughing at my expense. She seems so fucking happy, and that’s all I want.
Madi sighs before telling me something I don’t understand, “This is the thousand bows all over again.”
We don’t get to the bottom of the sock conundrum because now Hayden is stomping into view and he looks pissed.
“Bash, what the fuck?!” he yells, gesturing toward me as if I’m personally offending him.
Madi swats at him gently, and he glowers down at her for a moment before he covers her ears with his hands and then yells at me again, “Why are you video calling my wife laying in bed naked?”
“Because I wanted to ruin your day,” I say before hanging up on him. which has Livy laughing and moving to get off of me.
“He seems friendly," she says as she walks around the room looking for something to wear. I groan, getting out of bed and grabbing a clean t-shirt and tossing it to her and a pair of shorts that she’s going to have to roll a dozen times.
“He’s Tristan’s Jeremy,” I tell her, because that’s honestly the only way I can explain it. Pain in the asses, both of them are.
I pull my shirt down over my stomach and glance over at her. Livy is standing by the edge of the bed, and I laugh at how my shirt swallows her up. “We’ll get something to eat, and then I’ll take you to get some of your stuff even though I’d love to see you wear my shirt all the time.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she smiles and for the first time in a really long time, I’ve felt excited about the future. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her and make new plans every single day.
I reach for the door and pull it open, stepping into the hallway, and Livy follows close behind me. I push her back, behind me, because the front door is wide open and the living room looks like it’s been ripped apart.