Chapter 19
ISABELLA
S ebastian is oddly quiet on the drive back to his house. I’ve begun referring to it as a compound, because the entrance to the Clubhouse is the same as his driveway, and there are always cars coming and going.
“Are you okay?” I ask quietly.
He looks over at me. “Yeah. I’m thinking about what you make for your book club. Does it get boring making cookies shaped like dicks over and over again?”
I giggle. “We don’t make them all the time. We make other equally raunchy items, but most are dicks.”
“What could you make …” he mumbles, trailing off as he taps a finger to his chin. “What did you make today?”
“Cockers.”
His mouth drops open. “Clearly not the dog breed. A cocker? Alright. Has to be a play on words. Cock plus something that ends in -er. Holy hell, Isabella. Did you make cock-shaped lollipops?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Yup. Cock plus sucker equals cockers.”
He shakes his head as he chuckles. “How do you make those?”
“Well, I commissioned someone with a 3D printer to create molds so we could have cock-shaped candy. There was something lost in translation when they arrived, because the molds were much bigger than I’d anticipated — ”
“If I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard that before,” he interrupts, deadpan, making me laugh.
“Well, the guy reprinted them the size I expected, but he told me to keep the molds.”
“Yeah, I doubt a guy would have much use for a dozen dick molds.”
“It was twenty molds, but yes, I agree.”
“Did you use the bigger molds or the smaller ones for the cockers?”
“The bigger ones. No one wants a one inch cocker, Sebastian. You should know that,” I tease.
He chortles. “As you know by now, I don’t hear about one inch cocks at all. I’m clearly blessed in the cock department.”
That he is. I’m routinely doing measurement assessments as I bake, and I’d put Sebastian at a very healthy eight inches. “So far, I have no complaints.”
“So far! Damn, woman. That’s cold.”
Feeling emboldened, I reach over and lay my hand in his lap. “Feels pretty warm to me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, but his hand covers mine as he presses down.
I feel his length grow, and I try to run my fingers along the zipper of his jeans, but he stops me.
“I have no problem pulling this truck over and fucking you against the door, so be careful how much you want to push me. All I know is I’ve dreamed about having your hands on me for so long, and now that it’s happening, all the blood is rushing to my dick, and black spots are dancing in my vision.
I’d really like to get us home in one piece. ”
I’m way too excited about the prospect of Sebastian needing me so badly that he takes me on the side of the road. I’ve never had a man want me like that. The thought makes me whimper. “What if I said yes? What if I need you so badly that I can’t wait?”
He groans, the sound guttural and full of the same tension I’m feeling.
It reverberates around the cab of his truck, and I feel it in my soul.
“The only reason I won’t is because I don’t want another person on this entire planet to see you come.
But as soon as Camila is asleep, I plan to improve my numbers on the orgasm count. ”
I inhale sharply. The three in a row he gave me last night made my legs shake, and every time after that, I wouldn’t let him push me past one. Still, I came six times in twelve hours. Six. Times. Sebastian seems to think that number is low, whereas I know it’s the most I’ve had in one night ever.
We’re both quiet as we continue the drive, but I notice Sebastian increases the speed.
My hand doesn’t move until we turn into his driveway, and he gives me a look like he’s pouting, making me laugh.
“Relax, big boy. You need to calm down before you see your daughter. By the way, your grandmother is a hoot. I’m so glad she and your mom came tonight. ”
“Might have been a good idea to brief her beforehand so they knew what they were walking into,” he mutters.
“Oh, they knew.”
His eyes whip to mine. “The fuck? They knew?”
I nod. “My grandmother invited them, and told them all about it. That made them even more excited to come.”
Sebastian sighs loudly as he swipes a hand over his face. “Do me a favor. Never again utter the words ‘excited’ and ‘come’ in a conversation about your cock cookie club and my grandmother.”
On that note, he parks the car, turns it off, and jumps out.
Jogging over to the passenger side, he opens the door with gusto before taking my hand and helping me down.
I’m immediately pushed against the side as he covers my mouth with his.
God, this man can kiss . He’s able to weave a story with his mouth, like he’s making love to me with his tongue.
So much for him calming down before we go inside, since I’m trying to climb him like a tree and shamelessly dry humping him for anyone to see .
When we break apart, we’re both breathless. He gives me a lopsided smile as his hooded eyes stare at my lips. “You can call me big boy anytime.”
“Of course that’s what you’d focus on. Such a typical man,” I tell him, a teasing tone to my decidedly husky voice.
Sebastian’s grin grows bigger, and he closes his eyes as he takes two steps backward.
I watch, intrigued, as he silently mutters something over and over again.
“Are you trying the Luca thing of saying old man balls?”
“Yup.”
“Is it working?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe think about specific old man balls. Your dad’s balls? Wait!” I whisper-shout. “ My dad’s balls. Nick Santo old man balls.”
“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “That worked like a goddamned charm.”
“I’ll have to remember that for the next time I tease you in public,” I say cheerfully as I skip past him, but he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
“You should know that I’m fine with the teasing, as long as I get to tease you right back.”
Game fucking on.
CCC
When Isabella Santo began hosting her romance book club, many Eternity Springs residents were thrilled at another opportunity for an extracurricular activity.
Now well into its second year, there is an ample waiting list to attend, as over half the membership consists of Santo family members.
Recently, I became aware of the name of the book club, and suffice it to say, I was gobsmacked .
The second and third C’s stand for Cookie and Club. I’ll let you, dear reader, guess on the first C. At every event, Isabella excitedly shares a baked good or sugary treat. They all have a theme, and they’re all shaped a certain way.
I immediately put my name on the waiting list.
Me: How does this damn website get information so fast?
Arianna: No clue. I’m beginning to think it’s someone extremely close to our family.
Hannah: It really has to be. Who else would know the personal details about all of our relationships?
Kate: What if it’s someone IN the family?
Me: No. Right? It couldn’t be. Some of the things the articles have insinuated were pretty nasty. I can’t imagine anyone in our family doing this.
Arianna: I don’t know. My spidey senses are tingling.
Hannah: If that’s happening, you aren’t using the vibrator right. Jeez, Ari. Get it together.
Much to Sebastian’s dismay, Camila had a rough evening, meaning his hope of sex right away was dashed.
Maybe it’s a woman’s intuition thing, but I quietly told Sebastian I thought she might be coming down with something.
I remember Arianna when she was so sick as a child, and there was always a way her eyes would look when she came down with a virus.
I suggested popping Camila in a bath, which he did.
She requested cuddles while reading some books, and when I checked on them an hour later, they were both asleep in Camila’s twin-size bed.
I quietly took out my phone for a picture, then covered them both up.
Tiptoeing out of the room, I decide to take a relaxing bath myself.
I haven’t yet used the rose bubble bath Sebastian got me, and it’s calling my name.
As soon as he learned I love baths, tons of products arrived.
Epsom salts in every scent imaginable, and gallons of bubble bath.
Battery operated candles for ‘mood lighting,’ he explained, as well as a Bluetooth speaker so I can play calming music without having to keep my phone next to me.
Is there a love language for taking care of a partner?
Because Sebastian thrives when he’s taking care of someone, and I’m all too thrilled it’s currently me.
I’ve never had a man devote this much time and energy in a relationship.
He’s learned my favorite kind of coffee, how I make it at home, and how I like my eggs.
He knows I sing Taylor Swift when I’m happy, but switch to Sara Bareilles when I’m in a more subdued or depressed mood.
I’ve learned that I shouldn’t interrupt him on the rare visit from one of his MC guys, and that he can’t stand eggs by themselves.
This relationship is new, but it also feels like I’ve been dating him for an incredibly long time. Maybe it’s because I’ve known him for years, and we’ve always been destined to be together. Whatever the reason, I know I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
I undress as the tub fills up, and the scent of roses overtakes the bathroom air.
I slip beneath the bubbles and let out a sigh of contentment.
Baking every day is hard on a body, and this bath was desperately needed.
It’s only a few minutes later before Sebastian shuffles into the bathroom, sleepy-eyed and adorable with his hair sticking up in every direction .
“I guess I’m more tired than I thought,” he murmurs, then yawns. “I really want to join you, though.”
“Baths are relaxing, but I know if you join me, you will not be relaxing,” I tell him with a soft smile. His gaze rakes down my body, as if he can see through the bubbles, and the bulge in his plaid pajama pants grows.