Once back at home, I get Rose fed, her diaper changed, and then settle her on my lap. Remembering that I need to call Wilma back, I get back up to grab my phone before returning to the couch.
It rings in my ear as I smile down at Rose, who’s smiling back at me, and playing with her tiny hands.
“Good grief, young lady! I was just about to leave the courthouse and come find you,” Wilma says dramatically.
I try not to roll my eyes at her theatrics. “I’m fine, Wilma. I’m sorry. I crashed early last night, so I missed your calls.”
“Fine? You’re fine even though that miserable excuse for a man is back?”
So I was right—the whole town definitely knows.
“Okay, maybe not fine, but I’m managing. He even met Rose yesterday.”
“Okay, we need an agreement drawn up, pronto. He can’t try to barge in on you anytime he pleases. He’s going to have to play by your rules.” I hear her heels clipping through the phone as she walks somewhere.
“I’m just taking it one day at a time for now. He’s only just met her,” I remind her.
“Doesn’t matter. You let me know what you want, and we’ll have it done. How’s Sebastian handling all this?”
Hang on. “You’re not going to give me the third degree about making sure I stay with the right man?”
She scoffs. “I know you. I know you’re not silly enough to be even entertaining the idea of leaving that man for Zeke Walters. Not after all he did to you.”
I smile at that. It’s nice to know someone doesn’t feel the need to question me and my decision-making abilities now that Zeke’s returned.
“Thank you. And Seb’s okay; I guess he’s handling it as well as can be expected for anyone in his position.”
She hums in my ear. “Well, Ken has some ideas to run by you to get you set up from home. We’ll get in touch soon when this mess settles down some, okay?”
I’m grateful but also itching for something to distract me from this chaos. I need to figure this out, though, and I know that means I’ll need a little more time, too.
“Thanks, Wilma,” I say softly
“Don’t mention it. Anyway, getting back to the office now. Give that gorgeous lump of a baby some kisses from me. Take care, darling.”
When we hang up, I put my phone on the arm of the couch and just sit there, staring down at said baby who’s starting to get sleepy again. I knew that small nap wasn’t exactly going to cut it.
My head turns at the sound of the front door opening, and my eyes find Seb as he chucks his keys on the dining table before entering the living room.
“Hey, beautiful girls.” He bends and kisses my head before taking Rose from me. I forgot he mentioned having today off.
He blows onto her tummy as he holds her in the air, making her giggle like mad. My heart warms at the sight and sound. I take a mental snapshot as a reminder of what’s important.
He takes a seat beside me and props her up on his lap.
“How’re you doing?” His brown eyes scrutinize every inch of my face.
I get lost in the movement of his lashes for a second then remember to respond. “Um, okay, I guess. What about you?”
His lips curl into a soft smile. “Better, now.”
He reaches over to brush some hair back off my face, tucking it behind my ear. I shiver, feeling his touch all the way down to the soles of my feet. I clear my throat a little. “I’ll put her down for a nap. She had a small one earlier in the stroller, but it wasn’t long enough to last until bedtime.” I stand and reach down for her, but he takes one of my hands and turns it palm side up to his lips, kissing it softly. “I’ve missed you.”
I smirk and narrow my eyes at him. “I’m right here.”
He lets go, and I move back as he stands with Rose. “I’ll put her down. Back in a minute.” I watch his ass wrapped in his low-slung, signature dark denim as he walks away. Starting to feel a little flushed, I head to the kitchen and down half a glass of water before returning to the couch.
Not even five minutes later, Seb is placing the baby monitor on the coffee table and climbing over the top of my reclined body, his lips heading straight for mine. I gasp as his tongue instantly invades, my hands flying to his flexing biceps that are holding him up. I break away, panting, and just stare up at him, my eyes darting back and forth between his.
“I need you,” he rasps.
The desperation in those brown eyes has me worried, but they also make it impossible to deny him anything.
“I’m all yours,” I breathe as I pull his face back to mine. My tongue enters his mouth and softly strokes his. He groans and starts grinding against my damp panties as I moan into his mouth.
He pulls back. “Bedroom.”
I nod as he gets up and takes my hand to help me. He stares down at me once I’m on my feet then curses under his breath before lifting my yellow sundress over my head and tearing my bra open, throwing it to the floor. My hands start tugging at his gray t-shirt, wanting, no needing desperately to touch his smooth skin. He pulls it off with a hand behind his head. I unbutton his jeans, but I’m halted when he picks me up and starts moving. We don’t make it to the bedroom, though, because as soon as my lips touch his, my back is against the living room wall and my legs are wrapped around his waist.
“Off,” I whisper urgently, trying to shove his jeans down.
He does it for me but doesn’t bother removing them completely which, for some reason, only has that ache between my thighs growing stronger. His glasses start fogging with our heavy breathing, so he reaches up and yanks them off, chucking them onto the couch behind him. I bite his bottom lip as I run my fingertips down the smooth expanse of his chest to the defined muscles of his abdomen. His chest rises and falls faster as I reach his length and wrap my hand around it, sucking his tongue into my mouth with a desperation that’s encompassed every inch of me.
He reaches between us and tugs my panties to the side before aligning himself with my entrance. Then with one thrust, he’s slamming inside, and my head is hitting the wall as I throw it back on a drawn-out moan. The sensation of feeling so painfully full sets every one of my nerve endings alight with pleasure. He takes advantage by dragging his lips up my neck.
“Fucking perfect,” he rumbles.
His lips and tongue travel down to my chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I moan again and wrap my arms around his shoulders, rocking my hips. I need him to start moving.
He doesn’t disappoint. His arms move under my thighs to grab my ass as he starts thrusting slowly. I sink my hands into his hair and rest my forehead against his.
His eyes hold mine as he says, “Fuck, yes. Tell me you’re mine, only mine.”
My brows pull in slightly. “Of course, I am,” I pant.
He pulls back and then runs his lips up the side of my jaw to my ear. “Say it.” He nips my lobe. I shiver at the feel of his stubble scraping against my skin. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours, only yours,” I whisper.
His only response is to groan low and deep as his thrusts speed up, and his head drops to my shoulder as he starts pounding in a rhythm that has my head spinning. Goose bumps rise on my heated skin as his heavy breath fans over my neck.
“Seb,” I whimper, creeping closer to the edge of bliss with every deep thrust and deliciously slow drag of his cock.
His lips connect with mine again, his thrusts soon start to lose finesse, and he starts fucking me with the kind of abandon that has my back slamming into the wall. I don’t even care. I’m so close, I can taste it as our tongues collide.
“Come for me. Come on my cock while you’re moaning my name.” He breathes into my mouth. “Give it to me, Liv.”
I bite down hard on his lip, feeling my walls start to contract with his ragged words. It’s as if he breathes the demand straight into my body, controlling and commanding it to his desire.
I whimper his name as my teeth drag from his lip, and I’m tipped over the edge of the cliff into the bright sea of orgasmic bliss.
My eyes open to find him watching me. His thrusts start to slow as I feel him grunt and jerk with his release. Watching him has my legs quivering in his arms as I’m rocked by lingering spasms.
His head drops to my shoulder again, and I listen as he tries to catch his breath. “Fucking hell, Liv. Did you I hurt you?” His head comes up; his eyes sated yet worried.
I giggle lazily. “If by hurting me, you mean fucking my brains out and doing a damn fine job of it, then yes. You hurt me, and I loved every second of it.” I kiss his chin. “I’m fine.” I smile up at him.
He grins down at me, and I’m captivated, marveling at the beauty of his handsome face when a knock sounds on the door.
Oh, damn.
Shit.
“Ahhhh …” I look down at us. He’s still inside me, his warm cum starting to drip down my thigh as he softens.
He chuckles. “It’s okay, chill. I’ll get your dress.”
He pecks my forehead, gently sliding out and placing my liquefied legs on the floor. I watch as he tugs up his briefs and jeans over the perfect milky globes of his ass, tucking himself inside before picking up my bra and dress from the floor. I’m taking them from him when there’s another knock on the door, followed by the sound of it opening.
Holy.
Fuck.
Seb’s eyes flick to mine from where he’s snatching his glasses from the couch.
“Hello? Liv?” Zeke’s deep baritone sounds from the entryway.
“What the fuck?” Seb growls.
I tuck my dress over me as best I can and flatten myself against the wall like a pancake.
Holy shit.
I can’t breathe.
This can’t be happening right now.
Seb glances over at me quickly, and I hope it’s obvious from the panic on my face that I had no idea he’d be coming over. Or that he’d waltz right on in if no one answered the freaking door. Actually, that last part I should’ve known. It’s exactly something Zeke would do, especially seeing as he once lived here.
“What the fuck do I do?” I hiss, eyeing the entry to the living room. I need to get dressed.
“Stay here and get dressed,” Is all he says then he’s stalking out of the living room toward the front of the house, shirtless and with his fly undone.
Oh, God. I do not predict good things right now.
“Do you always just walk into people’s houses uninvited?” I hear Seb drawl. I take the opportunity to quickly throw on my bra and dress, smoothing it and my hair down as Zeke rumbles out, “That depends. Do you always walk around the house that my two girls live in without a damn shirt on?”
Okay, time to intervene.
“Your what—” I haul ass out of the living room and stop beside Seb, effectively cutting him off just as Zeke closes the door. When he turns around, his hazel eyes rake over me from head to toe then zoom in on my chest. I look down to see that the strap on my sundress is hanging down my shoulder, exposing half the cup of my white lace bra. Crap. I scoop it back up and square my shoulders.
“What are you doing here, Zeke?” I croak.
Holy hell, this is so awkward.
He wipes a palm down his face before answering. “You never returned my text, and I was starting to get worried.” He shrugs, placing his hands in his jean pockets. His jaw clenches as his eyes flit from me to Seb then stay on me.
“Didn’t realize I’d be interrupting anything.” He stares straight into my eyes, which has me itching to fidget, move, do something other than stand here under the intensity of that familiar burning gaze. I hold my ground, though. I highly doubt being intimate with your boyfriend in your own home is against the law. Granted, we were being a little more than intimate—semantics—but I’m not going to let him make me feel embarrassed. Not when he’s been doing God knows what and who for months since he left town.
“Well, Rose is asleep, and as you can see for yourself, Liv is more than fine.” Seb hooks an arm around my waist until I’m melded into his side. Zeke’s face turns to granite as he stares Seb down. Oh, dear. I can practically feel the anger emanating from them.
I step forward and hold a hand out. “Don’t, Zeke. Please just go. I’ll give you a call later, and we can work out a time for you to see Rose.”
He continues to stare at Seb, so I click my fingers like a goober in front of his face. It works; his eyes fall on me and soften marginally.
His white shirt lifts with the rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to get his shit together; his nostrils flare as he lets out a big puff of air.
“Fine,” he grits.
“And you can’t do this. You can’t just show up here and walk in. Okay?” I soften my voice to try to make my demand less of a blow. I know he deserves it, but this man never does anything in half measures. It’s always full speed ahead, everything when he wants and how he wants it. He likely didn’t even think twice before coming over here.
His eyes close for a beat before he reopens them and nods.
“You’ll call me?” It’s more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, I promise. I’ve been meaning to; we need to figure something out anyway in regard to Rose.”
That seems to help his features soften further. He smirks down at me before tapping my nose and turning back to the door.
“I’ll hold you to that, Liv Sawyer.” He winks at me, and Seb lunges forward, only for the door to close as the sound of Zeke’s chuckling echoes from the other side.
“Fuck.” Seb curses as he runs his hands through his hair and leans back against the door. I step over to him and run my palms over his smooth chest, trying to calm myself as much as I am him.
“I have never wanted to kill another human being more than I want to kill that motherfucker, Liv. Never in my fucking life.”
“Hey.” I wrap my arms around his waist and look up at him.
“What?” He sighs.
“Give me your lips.”
His dark brows pull into a frown. “Liv …”
“Lips.” I grab his head and pull it down to my waiting mouth. He’s as stiff as a board until I run my fingernails down over his chest to his defined hipbones and drag my tongue along the seam of his lips. He groans and picks me up once again. This time, he locks the door, and we make it to the bedroom as I let him use some of that pent-up tension in the most amazing ways possible. Ways that won’t land his perfect ass in jail.