Sebastian

 

I roll my shoulders as the hot water slides down my back. After Anna left for girls’ night with her sisters I took Bruno with me to the studio. I managed to tire him out enough with a chunk of rope that he slept curled up in a ball on an old blanket while I worked. I’m not sure what time Anna will be around, so I left the door unlocked before I jumped in the shower. I don’t trust the mutt, so I stuck him in his kennel before I stripped down and turned the water on. I can hear footsteps in the other room as I flip off the faucet. Smiling to myself, I don’t bother dressing and leave the white towel wrapped loosely around my waist before I head for the kitchen.

“Hey babe, you’re early,” I say as I enter the room.

“Mmm, hello to you too Sebastian.”

I pull the towel tighter around me and stare into the eyes of the woman I used to love. Or at least, I thought I loved. Seeing her now, in my space, a space I often share with Anna is quickly making me question anything I claimed to have felt for the she-devil standing in front of me.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Now, is that any way to greet an old friend?” she pouts.

“You know what, I don’t even give a fuck what you’re doing here, get out,” I say.

She walks slowly toward me, swinging her hips purposefully as her heels click against the floor. She still looks the same. Air brushed, too thin and fake as hell. Fuck me, how did I ever think she was the one for me? She extends a manicured finger and trails it down my chest. I back up and step around her, toward the door.

“I mean it McKenna, get the fuck out,” I grind out.

“Oh stop being so dramatic,” she laughs. “I just came by to check on you. I went through all the trouble of tracking you down and you don’t even want to catch up? What’s it been, five years?”

“Six.”

“Hmm, that’s right. Six years have done you good baby,” she purrs.

“Yeah, I bet. Does he know you’re here?” I shouldn’t even give a shit, but the words tumble out before I can stop them.

“What do you think?” she smirks.

“I think you need to get out,” I suggest, opening the door. “And don’t even think about coming back. We’ve been over for six years, ever since you decided that you needed a particular lifestyle. One that I couldn’t give you.”

“I miss you,” she says, feigning innocence.

“No, you don’t. You’re bored McKenna, and I’m not interested.”

She pins her gaze to mine, no doubt waiting for me to change my mind, but there’s no way in fucking hell that’ll happen. Maybe years ago, I might have. But not now. Not when I have Anna and the gift of time has made me see the past so much clearer.

“Ugh, fine,” she sighs. “I can see I’m not going to get anywhere with you, but you know how to reach me if you change your mind and want to…spend some time together.” She leans in close to me, the smell of her expensive perfume makes me want to gag. “For old times’ sake,” she says.

I step aside and hold the door wide as she walks through. I’m about to close it when she turns and gives me a shit eating grin.

“I almost forgot to tell you, some girl named Anna came by looking for you,” she says. “I told her you were in the shower but that I’d pass along the message. Interesting choice for your first relationship since me,” she grins. “Take care, baby.”

Anna. Fuck.

I slam the door shut, striding back to my bedroom to pull on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I shove my bare feet into my shoes and grab my keys and phone from the table. I can hear Bruno snoring softly from the kennel, so I leave him there and head across the hall first. I knock and try the door, locked. I send Anna a text before I head downstairs. I don’t even know where to look at this hour, I know where Dru lives so I figure I’ll drive by and see if I spot her car.

Me: I can explain everything, please believe me. Call me.

“Fuck!” I wretch open the driver’s side door and slam the keys into the ignition. I pull out of the lot and fucking curse the day I met McKenna Chandler.

I make two circles around Dru’s building but there’s no sign of Anna’s car and I don’t think Ethan would appreciate me making a house call at this hour. I check my phone for the hundredth time but there’s still nothing from Anna. I decide to head back home, praying that I haven’t completely fucked up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Relief washes over me when I pull into the parking lot and see Anna’s girly little car sitting in her spot. I climb the stairs, rehearsing my apology over and over again when my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Anna: I’m at your place, I took the dog out. Waiting for you here.

Thank fucking God.

I open my door and see Anna sitting on the end of the couch, her legs tucked up underneath her. She’s got Bruno on her lap, sleeping peacefully as she scratches behind his ear. She looks up at me and smiles tightly before standing and placing the dog on his bed in the corner of the room.

She turns back to face me and wraps her arms around her tiny waist, comforting herself and looking at me expectedly. “Are you going to explain to me why there was an attractive brunette answering your door for you while you were in the shower?” she asks, with a humorless laugh.

“I don’t even know where to start,” I say, exhaling a rough breath.

“The beginning usually works,” she says, sitting back down.

I take the seat beside her, not knowing if explaining my past with McKenna will make it better or worse. But I know I have to take the gamble and hope that she trusts me when I tell her that nothing happened.

“I met McKenna in my senior year of high school,” I begin. “Her family had just moved here and she was new. We were in the same biology class and eventually we started dating. We were together until my third year in business school,” I say.

“So, there was a she after all?” she asks quietly.

I know she’s remembering the conversation we had on the way home from the hospital. She accused me of letting my past dictate my future, I told her she was wrong. Time to fess up.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I guess you could say that. After my mother died and I decided to drop out of school, everything changed,” I add bitterly. “McKenna figured art was a hobby, she used to tell me it was cute that I messed around with that stuff. She never thought I was serious about it.”

“And?”

“She stuck it out with me for almost a year while I got my studio up and running. I told you before that I wanted to make it on my own, so I dropped my father’s name and walked away from the lifestyle I’d grown up with. I didn’t want anyone doing me any favours. I rented a small loft and poured everything I had into my studio. When I wasn’t working on new pieces I spent my time contacting galleries and arranging my own exhibits,” I say. “I didn’t realize it, but apparently I’d fucked up McKenna’s grand plan to be a trophy wife. I eventually caught her with a guy in an expensive suit, in an obviously non-platonic position.”

“Have you been in contact with her all this time? Is that why she was here?”

“God, no, I swear Anna, nothing happened tonight,” I say. “That was the last time I spoke to her, she sent a friend to come and get her shit and I moved in with Mason shortly after that. I couldn’t stand living somewhere that held memories of her and I together. I hated her,” I explain. “She didn’t give a shit about me or us, and I felt like a fucking moron for not seeing it sooner. For letting myself think that what she and I had was love.”

“And tonight?”

“She tracked me down just to fuck with me, she’s bored and petty and when I saw her standing in the kitchen, I told her to get out.”

She’s quiet for a minute before she looks up at me and takes my hand in hers. “I believe you,” she says. “I was upset, and if I’m really honest, I was pissed off. But I trust you. If you say nothing happened, I believe you.”

“I’m sorry Anna, I’m so fucking sorry,” I say, leaning forward and pressing my mouth to her forehead.

She tilts her head back. “Just to be clear,” she says. “I trust you Sebastian, but I won’t get caught up in someone else’s idea of fun. There are two of us in this relationship, not three.”

“I know, you’re right,” I tell her. “I don’t want to fuck up what we have because my past decided to drop by uninvited. You matter to me Anna, we matter.”

“It’s getting late,” she sighs.

She stands and takes my hand in hers, tugging me up. She turns for the bedroom, but I pull her back to me, wrapping my arms around her. She sinks into me and sighs against my chest. I thought what McKenna and I had was real. I was young and stupid and too damn blind to realize that she was never in it, not without a price tag. Anna’s different. She’s real. I’ve been too arrogant in thinking that she doesn’t need to know everything. Drudging up McKenna has put the bitter taste of the past in my mouth. I owe her more than I told her tonight. I owe her everything.  

Right now, she’s mine, and if I want to keep it that way I’m going to have to man up and face the rest of my bullshit. But I refuse to bring her into the middle of a storm. I need to at least try and fix things before I tell her the rest. She deserves that much.  

 

*

 

I wake up, my arm tightening around Anna’s warm body. I bring my nose down to her hair and inhale the sweet vanilla scent that makes me feel like the luckiest bastard in the entire world. She could have ignored me last night. She could have left. She could have but she didn’t. Her faith in me is humbling and something I realized last night, I don’t want to live without. We fell asleep last night the same way we are now, with her in my arms. We didn’t have sex. We were both drained and to be honest, I simply just wanted to feel her against me. A reassurance to myself that she’s here because she wants to be. That she’s here because she must feel even the slightest fraction of what I’ve begun to feel for her.

 I glance at the clock, it’s not quite six. The bedroom is just beginning to lighten up. She begins to stir beneath the weight of my arm, pressing her lace covered backside into me while she mumbles sleepily. I can’t help but adjust my hardening length between us with a muffled groan. I place my arm back around Anna’s waist just as she rolls over and buries her face into my chest. I’m fighting an epic battle not to put my mouth on her and wake her up, but she’s so peaceful, I can’t bring myself to do anything but trail my fingers up and down her back.

The feel of her lips on my chest pulls me from my thoughts, her teeth nipping gently at my skin. She pushes me onto my back, her eyes still closed as she kisses a lazy path up my neck, along my jaw and all the way up to my ear.

“Good morning,” she rasps.

“Good morning babe, is there something you need?” I ask with a smirk.

“Mmm,” she hums against my neck. “Just you.”

She lifts herself up to straddle me, her thighs spread wide against my cock. She grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. Her red hair tumbles past her shoulders in a mess as she blinks open her eyes and looks down at me.

“Just you,” she repeats, leaning down and pressing her mouth to mine.

Her hardened nipples press into my chest as I let loose a growl and thread my fingers into the mass of red waves falling around us. She moans, grinding herself against me, driving me fucking crazy as I reach for the white lace that conceals her warm pussy. I grip them hard and without meaning to, tear the flimsy sides, pulling them from her hips and tossing them aside. I can feel how damp she is against my boxers, and like a man possessed I rip my mouth from hers.

“On my mouth,” I demand.

She begins to shift onto her back but I’m an impatient bastard and I want her now. I grip her hips and lift her forward until her glistening folds are hovering above my mouth.

“Put your hands on the headboard,” I tell her. “I’m going to lick you until you’re fucking screaming.”

She hesitantly places her hands around the bars of the headboard, her eyelids fluttering closed as I bring her down onto my mouth and suck her perfect little clit in between my teeth. She’s fucking heaven, everything that I want and need. Her flavour consumes me.

“Ohhhh God, oh Jesus, Sebastian,” she moans.

I lick along her seam in steady strokes, sucking her pink bead into my mouth and swirling my tongue against it in hard circles. Lost in the moment, she lets got of the bars slightly and sets more weight down on me, grinding herself into my mouth like she fucking needs it to live.

I lift her easily and place her where I need to so that I can taste every sweet part of her. Her juices are dripping down my chin as I feast on her clit steadily until she’s bucking and gasping and coming all over my mouth. I lap it up because there is no way in hell I’m going to waste her. Not when the taste of her makes me feel drunk.

Before she can come down from her high, I guide her onto the bed, holding my weight above her. I kiss her tits and suck her nipples into my mouth, leaving a trail of her own syrup as it falls from my lips.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough of you,” I mutter against her pale skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She reaches a hand between us and grips my cock firmly, guiding me to her pussy while her other hand rests on the side of my face. She pulls my mouth down to hers while I slide inside of her. She pulses around my cock, sucking me in tightly.

“Love me Sebastian,” she gulps against my lips.

I kiss her long and deep before I slide out and back in. Slowly, I begin to pick up my pace, coaxing her body into needing me beyond reason. Beyond doubt. She’s it for me, she owns me completely. And I fucking own her. Every whimper, every moan. The whispered pleas that fall from her lips are mine. Her nails dig into my back, my cock slick with her.

“I need you there, Anna,” I growl. “I need to fucking fill you.”

“Ju-just, don’t stop,” she moans. “Harder.”

I pull myself from her body and flip her onto her stomach, gripping her hips and pulling up so that her perfect ass is in the air, waiting for me. I bring a palm down in one swift smack against one plump cheek and then grab the soft flesh, massaging it roughly, her moans feeding me as I thrust back inside of her. She grips the sheets beneath her, pressing her ass back into me. She takes it all as I slam into her, hitting her sweet spot over and over until I’m nearly seeing stars.

I see her shoulders tense up as she stills and floods my dick with her warm honey. Two harsh thrusts and I’m folded over her back, grumbling and cursing my relief into her while she pulses around me.

Once I’ve caught my breath I pull out and roll onto my back, taking her with me. We pant for breath, tangled in the damp sheets beneath us. I pull her as close to me as I can, our skin slick with sweat. She looks up at me and gently places her hand on my chest. 

I never used to believe in fairy tales. But I’d fucking fight for a happily ever after with Anna. I can’t see it any other way. I can’t see a future that doesn’t have her in it.