31. Sebastian
Chapter thirty-one
Sebastian
My heart hammers in my chest as I wait for her to respond.
I’ve been wanting to tell her for weeks.
Ever since my mum called to tell me they were hiring the guy we interviewed, because when she asked around for other recommendations, she didn’t get any, and she said it was either hire him or no one.
But Sutton, she’s it for me. They’re it for me.
I know I’ll have to figure out a long-term solution for the farm, but I have plenty of money, so I can hire someone to manage it for the foreseeable future, and maybe Sutton wouldn’t mind spending the off-seasons in England. It could be nice.
She steps closer to me, her mouth still hanging open, and I reach out and use a finger to gently close it. “You’re going to catch flies.”
“You’re serious?” She brushes her hand over my cheek.
“Yes.” I cover her hand with my own. She blinks rapidly a few times, her eyes glossy. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
She shakes her head. “What about going back to England?”
I run a hand through my hair. “We’re hiring a farm manager for the short term, but maybe it’ll end up being the long-term solution, or maybe we sell part of it the way Mum suggested.
I might have to go back from time to time.
Maybe we spend summers there.” I don’t love the idea of selling some of the land, but I hate the thought of not being with Sutton even more.
“I don’t really know, but what I do know is that I don’t want to walk away from you.
I want to see what this could be between us. ”
“I want that too, but I’m a package deal.” She rests her free hand on her stomach, and I put mine on top of hers. “She’ll probably make things even more complicated.”
“I want you both.” Now it’s me blinking back tears. “Will you be mine? Both of you? I know she’s not mine by blood.” I tip my chin down to her belly. “But I promise to take care of her like she is. I love you, both of you.”
“Bash,” she chokes out, the tears falling freely.
I slide my hand from her stomach to her back, pulling her to me.
“I love you, Sutton St. James, you and little princess. I want you to be mine, for real, forever.”
She blinks up at me, seemingly at a loss for words.
“I want to be yours,” she finally says. “We want to be yours.”
Fuck, yes.
I lean down and kiss her. When she breaks the embrace, her eyes are hooded and filled with desire. I’m sure mine look the same. I just want to pick her up and carry her to my bed, our bed, and make love to her.
She wraps her arms around me. “I love you, Sebastian Henderson.”
“Fucckkk. I like hearing you say that.” I draw her closer to me, loving the feel of her tucked against me.
“Now what?”
“Now, I take you into my bedroom, our bedroom, and make love to you.”
“I’d like that very much.”
“And then I think you should move the rest of your stuff into our bedroom.” I lift her up, bridal style.
“Seriously?” she asks, peering up at me.
“Yep.” I lean down and kiss her. “Please.”
“Okay,” she says as I carry her across the condo and into my room.
I shut the door behind me. The last thing I want is the cats coming in when we’re in the middle of having sex. They’ve grown on me, but no way do I want one or both of them watching as I make love to Sutton, and I’m sure she doesn’t want that either.
I set her gently down on her feet and kiss her quickly before stepping back.
“Strip,” I demand, yanking my shirt off with one hand before shoving down my shorts and boxers.
She lets out a dreamy sigh before taking off her shirt and pants. My hand falls to my cock, hard and wanting. I stroke myself a few times as she takes off the rest of her clothes.
She’s gorgeous, absolutely glowing, and her belly, fuck, it does something to me. My dick gets even harder as I take her in.
“You’re beautiful, love,” I tell her, letting go of my dick and kissing her belly.
“Thank you,” she whispers. She grips my cock. “Now, I need this inside of me, please.”
“It needs to be inside of you.”
She crawls onto the bed. My eyes flare, and I get harder at the sight of her on her hands and knees.
“Stop,” I say, and she pauses, peeking back at me. “Can I take you like this?” I clutch her hip with one hand while skating the other around to touch her belly. “Do you think you’d be comfortable?”
“You want to take me from behind.” She wiggles her ass.
“Only if you’re going to be comfortable.” I reach between her legs, growling at the wetness I find. I stroke a finger lazily in and out of her.
“Do it.” Her hips meet me stroke for stroke.
“Do what, love?” I lean forward and trail kisses along her back.
“Make love to me, husband.” She wiggles against me. “I’m so close.”
It isn’t lost on me that she asks me to make love to her, not fuck her, and that’s what I plan to do. That is, if I don’t come the minute I’m inside of her. I think about defensive plays, trying to stave off my orgasm.
“Wife. Stay still, or this will be over quickly.” I line myself up and slide inside of her.
“It feels so good like this. I can feel all of your piercings everywhere.”
“I know,” I breathe out. “You feel like heaven.” Like home. Like mine, forever and ever.
Her pussy squeezes me, and I know she’s close. I reach around her and circle her clit with my thumb as I thrust in and out of her. She shifts, dropping to her elbows.
“You alright?” I ask, slowing my movements, wanting to make sure I’m not hurting her or the baby.
“I’m fine. Don’t you dare slow down.”
I quicken my pace, sweat dripping down my back. The only sound is skin slapping against skin. I run a hand over the globes of her ass and squeeze gently.
“You like that?” I ask, doing it again, but I already know the answer based on how her pussy is fluttering around me.
She hums in response.
“Are you going to be a good wife and come for me?”
I reach around and circle her clit a few times with my thumb as I piston in and out of her, and then she’s yelling out my name and garbled words that I can’t understand.
“Fuck.” The tingling at the base of my spine starts. This time, I won’t be able to stop my orgasm, and even if I could, I don’t want to.
“Yes. Yes,” she chants. “Your turn, husband.”
That’s all it takes for me to tip over the edge. “So good, wife,” I growl as my vision goes black for a second.
When I finally catch my breath, I’m sweating, and my legs are shaking. I carefully pull out, my focus dropping to where my cum is dripping out of her. Bloody hell, that’s hot. I slip my fingers through it, pushing it back in.
“Are you pushing your cum back inside of me?”
“Yeah.” She moans. “Do you want to come again, wife?” I ask, moving my hands from her pussy and stepping back.
“In a little bit.” She rolls onto her back.
I lean over and kiss her belly. Her eyes flutter shut. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Do you want to shower, or do you want me to get you a washcloth?”
“Shower, please.”
I scoop her up and carry her into the bathroom.
“Will you tell me about this?” I ask later when we’re lying in bed after our shower and round two. I trace the phoenix on her back as she lies on my chest. I can guess the meaning, but I want to hear what the tattoo means to her.
She traces one of my tattoos with her tongue, and my dick wonders if she’s going to move farther south, and now I’m thinking about what it’d be like if she wrapped her mouth around me, took me to the back of her throat, gagged on me.
“Not a whole lot to tell,” she says, and I force myself to focus on her and not my dick begging for her lips. “Rising out of the ashes. Rebirth. I got it as a fuck you to my father, if I’m being honest. He hates tattoos.”
“I love it,” I tell her, running a hand over her back. “Suits you.”
“Thank you. Will you tell me about this?” She taps on my necklace.
“My dad gave it to me for my twentieth birthday, right before I played my first game in the NHL. I’ve worn it ever since. It brings me luck.”
“It’s hot,” she says, peppering kisses on my chest.
“Is that so?”
“Mhmmm …” Her hand trails down my abdomen until it collides with my hard dick. She moans, and I bite back my laugh, but then it’s me moaning as she wraps her fingers around my hard length. “Ready to go again?” she asks, stroking me a few times.
“Yes,” I hiss, my hips bucking as she keeps stroking me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head every time her hand runs over my piercings. “You keep doing that, and I’ll be coming all over my stomach.”
“Maybe that’s the plan.” Then she crawls between my legs, which I widen for her, and runs her tongue over my cock.
I fist the blankets, trying not to blow my load too quickly. She hums around me, and the sight of her naked, her hair hanging down her back, pregnant belly, my dick in her mouth, and one hand between her legs, has me nearly coming. How did I get so lucky?
“You hot and bothered sucking me off, love?”
She doesn’t answer, just continues to bob her head up and down on me while I watch.
“Sutton,” I warn as my balls tighten, and the familiar feeling begins at the base of my spine.
“If you don’t want me coming down your throat, you better move.
” She glances up at me as she takes her hand out from between her legs and uses it to tug gently on my balls.
That has me losing it. My orgasm feels like it lasts forever.
“Bloody hell,” I manage to say when she moves off me, leaning back on her knees, and wipes her mouth with her hand.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her as she crawls over to me.
“You’re perfect too.”