In Deep

by Lulu Pratt

  “So why don’t you just go see him?” she asks not seeing the problem. “You can certainly afford it these days.”

  “I have Arnold to consider,” I tell her. “I already left him for one week and he didn’t do too well with the change. Besides, Gavin’s already riding my ass enough as it is.”

  She harrumphs, shaking her head in exasperation.

  Like Sebastian, she doesn’t understand my need to stick around and see this thing through with Arnold. But she isn’t pushing me on it and for that I’m thankful.

  “How does it feel being with the sexiest tech nerd in the country?” she asks playfully.

  When I blush a deep shade of red, her excitement only heightens.

  “I can’t wait to meet him! I haven’t seen you this bright eyed and blushing since whatshisname…” she adds flippantly referring to my ex, Jordan.

  “Let’s not get ahead ourselves. We were only together for a week on the island. Now that we’re back in the real world, I don’t think he’s going to have as much time for me as he thinks. It was unrealistic to think so in the first place. But whatever we had, it was nice while it lasted.”

  I know I’m speaking in the past tense, but I can’t help it. I feel like it’s only a matter of time before Sebastian loses interest. Not intentionally, of course. But work will stay hectic and the phone calls will taper off. Or maybe a woman in California will prove to be a more convenient option for him.

  The thought makes me sick with jealousy but I have to be realistic.

  “Oh, please. He’ll be back if he knows what’s good for him. I saw the way he was looking at you in those pictures,” she says referencing the few photos paparazzi snapped while we were out exploring the island.

  She’d unearthed a ton of pictures from the web and sent them to me via text.

  The photos were pretty damn dreamy, I must admit. Sebastian looked at me like I was some precious treasure he never wanted to let out of his sight. I’d gasped the first time I saw them.

  And I was confronted with the fact that I was teetering very close to falling in love with him. Because my smile in those pictures couldn’t be ignored either. Instead of looking like a woman enjoying a hot island fling, I had looked blissfully head over heels. My heart was in my eyes when I looked at him.

  “He’ll be back. Mark my words. A man always makes time for what’s important in his life. And from the looks of those photos, you have nothing to worry about.”

  Finally deciding on what to eat, I place my menu at the center of the table and mull over her words.

  *****

  In bed that night, I’m reading a romance novel on my tablet when a message alert sounds on my phone.

  Are you awake?

  Sebastian.

  I sit up abruptly and the tablet hits the pillow, forgotten in a second.

  Yes, what’s up?

  His response is almost instant.

  I need to be inside of you.

  Cheeks flushed, a dull throb starts ticking at my center. I try to think of an appropriate response to what he’s just told me but I’m speechless.

  Then another text comes through.

  Come outside, Olivia.

  Eyes wide, I stare at the message in a daze before I burst into action.

  Stuffing my feet into a pair of old flip flops, I don’t even throw on a robe before I’m dashing out of the house frantically.

  The screen door rattles noisily in my wake as I clamber down the front steps.

  There, leaning against a Jeep in the front yard, is Sebastian.

  I break out at a full-on run before I can stop myself. He catches me and lifts me easily into his arms.

  “Hi,” he whispers touching his forehead to mine.

  Sebastian’s breath grazes my cheek when he speaks and I take in the sexy dark stubble covering his jaw.

  I can’t believe he’s here.

  “Oh, my God. Sebastian, what are you doing here?” I ask breathlessly.

  “I missed you,” he answers simply. As if it’s the most common thing in the world to pop up unannounced when we live almost two-thousand miles apart.

  “This is insane.” My breath is still coming in short pants as I study his face, touching him all over to make sure he’s really here.

  “I can’t believe you’re here,” I voice aloud this time.

  “Nothing could keep me away. I need you, Olivia.”

  An emotion I can’t name floods me when he says this.

  I just stare at him in awe before he speaks again.

  “Now, tell me you missed me too,” he demands before crushing my lips with his own.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  SEBASTIAN DOWNS

  Our kiss is hard and deep as our tongues hungrily fight for dominance over the other.

  Even if she doesn’t say it with words, her greedy kiss is evidence enough that she missed me.

  My cock swells, acknowledging her presence.

  Two long weeks have passed since our last contact and my body has been none too pleased with the situation.

  I turn with her in my arms, and press her up against the passenger door of the Jeep I’d rented.

  Moaning, her hands are touching me everywhere as if she can’t decide on one resting place.

  It drives me wild and I try to kiss her even deeper.

  Nipping at her lips, my hands rub up and down at her thighs which are exposed by the skimpy pajama shorts she’s wearing.

  Only when the screen door slams and a throat clears do we stop.

  Startled, Olivia squirms until I let her down and then she walks around me to greet our intruder.

  “Oh, hi Gavin. Did we wake you? I’m so sorry,” she apologizes making me frown.

  She sounds scared of his reaction and I’m instantly on edge.

  Finally turning to face him, I get a glimpse of a dark-haired guy wearing a robe and black specs.

  The expression on his face is peeved until he gets a look at me. Then, outright anger settles over his features.

  Dick.

  “It’s fine,” he says although his voice suggests anything but. “I just wanted to make sure you were all right. I heard running before the door opened and I was worried.”

  He’s speaking to Olivia, but the whole time his eyes never leave me. I just stare back, my jaw clenched in ire.

  Something about this guy rubs me the wrong way. Why had Olivia never mentioned that her boss was a prick?

  “Uh, Gavin, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is my boss, Gavin.”

  Olivia makes the awkward introduction but I stay rooted at the spot and silent.

  Gavin nods at me wordlessly.

  “Sorry again about the noise—”

  I interrupt, irritated that she keeps apologizing to this dickhead.

  “If it’s all right with you, Gavin, Olivia will be back first thing in the morning.”

  He looks floored by my boldness but nods anyway. Then he turns and heads back into the house.

  “Great, let’s go, baby,” I gently tug Olivia back to the car and open the passenger door.

  Instinctively, I lean in to pull the seatbelt over her. I’m not sure why I always feel the need to do this, but I do.

  As I fasten the restraint, she points out, “I don’t have any of my things or a change of clothes, Sebastian.”

  Kissing her swiftly on the lips, I tell her, “Trust me, you won’t be needing them.”

  *****

  In my hotel room, our limbs are tangled as we grope each other frantically. My hands are working furiously to undress her as my mouth devours her lips before moving down to sample her neck.

  When she’s completely naked, I back her up against the dresser, which is waist level for her.

  The longing clouding her eyes is nearly enough to make me come in my pants. She drives me insane.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard against this dresser,” I promise darkly, my hands tangled in her thick hair.

  Hungrily, I kiss her, pulling her flush a
gainst the front of my body.

  “Sebastian, I need you,” she breathes urgently.

  She doesn’t have to utter another word before I’m unfastening my belt buckle and pushing my pants down. Olivia pulls my shirt over my head to speed up the process.

  Standing bared before her, my need to be inside of her intensifies tenfold.

  “Turn around,” I demand hoarsely.

  Without hesitation, she obeys me and braces her small hands against the edge of the dresser. My own hands reach out to grab her tiny waist, aggressively yanking her back to my engorged cock.

  The head grazes her round ass, spreading pre-cum over her velvety skin.

  Thrusting her hips backward, she tries to increase the friction.

  Dropping one hand from her waist, I finger her slick opening, happy to find that she’s primed and ready for me.

  “God, I missed you.” I pull my fingers free, reaching around to give Olivia a taste of her own arousal.

  The intoxicating scent blankets the air around us, increasing my yearning.

  Her hot tongue licks up every drop as she grinds into me again, anxious for me to take her.

  I don’t keep her waiting long. Not that I would ever want to.

  Positioning my dick at her glistening entrance, I slip inside with one hard thrust causing a pleasurable moan to leave Olivia’s lips.

  Her snug walls constrict around my cock, holding me captive. I am her willing prisoner.

  The dampness of her arousal surrounds my length, making my eyes roll back.

  I’ve never once worn a condom with her and I don’t think I could ever start. I’m addicted to the way her pussy feels when I’m buried deep inside, her tight body yielding to every vicious thrust.

  “Yes,” she draws out the word. “You feel so good, Sebastian. Please fuck me.”

  That’s all I need to hear.

  Greedily, I start moving inside of her, my strokes powerful. My pelvis smacks against the supple flesh of her ass, the noise mingling with the sound of Olivia’s lustful moans.

  Passion overpowers me as I fuck her hard and fast, torrents of pleasure propelling me forward.

  If I’m not careful, I’ll be coming in seconds.

  Gradually slowing my thrusts, I shudder as desire runs rampant through my body and travels up my sweat slicked spine.

  “I’m addicted to you, Olivia.”

  Insatiable, I will never get enough of her.

  Hands groping her round ass cheeks, I drop my gaze and watch as her pussy coats my length in a flood of her sweet juices.

  Suddenly she stills and her hands flail behind her madly, trying to bring me closer as she begins shaking uncontrollably.

  “You’re coming for me, aren’t you, baby?” I ask while she slumps forward with a barely audible whimper, succumbing to the mounting pleasure wracking her small frame.

  “That’s right baby. Come all over my cock. I want it all,” I egg her on.

  Reclaiming my previous pace, I slam into her as she continues to shudder and gasp for air.

  Gathering a handful of her hair, I tug slightly as my own release starts crashing into me.

  Unable to restrain myself, I shout her name as my hips thrust into her fervently. She’s stretched to the limit as my cock surges ready to explode inside of her.

  Seconds later, I’m slumped against her back riding out the final waves of my climax.

  “Kiss me,” I demand once we both catch our breath.

  I take a step back and allow my softening erection to slip out of her so that she can turn and oblige me.

  When Olivia turns around, her green eyes are hazy with complete satisfaction and nothing pleases me more than knowing I’m the one who put that look on her face.

  Kissing me hard, Olivia fondles my cock. Her palm grips me firmly, her fingers smearing the sticky residue of our mixed arousal.

  “That was amazing,” she pauses to kiss me. “But this time I want to ride you.”

  In a matter of seconds, I’m hard again.

  “I think we can make that happen.”

  Her smile is inviting as she walks over to the chair in the corner of the suite and waits for me to join her.

  I think I might love this woman.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  SEBASTIAN DOWNS

  “So tell me about this dickhead boss of yours,” I request, winding a loose strand of Olivia’s hair around my finger as she lays on my chest.

  “Gavin’s not so bad,” she defends him. “He’s just been really on edge since I got back. His dad didn’t do too well while I was gone and I feel really guilty about that.”

  “Olivia,” I release a frustrated breath. “When are you going to realize you’re too forgiving? He’s a dick and I got that from a two-minute interaction.”

  “I’m sure it’ll blow over soon. He’s upset, that’s all.”

  “What the hell for?” My anger is rising by the second. I hated the way he had interrupted us like she owed him an explanation. “Are you supposed to apologize for taking a vacation?”

  “It’s complicated,” Olivia claims, sitting up and depriving me of the warmth of her body. “Can we change the subject?”

  The frown marring her features is a foreign sight for me and I want nothing more than to erase it, so I oblige her.

  “How long are you in town?” she wants to know, her eyes scanning the suite I’d reserved at the last minute. I watch as her eyes land on each piece of furniture before refocusing on my face.

  “Just for tonight. I have to go in a couple hours, actually.”

  Olivia’s eyes double in size before she speaks again.

  “So you flew across the country for a few hours of sex? Wow, that’s an expensive booty call,” she murmurs, whistling through her teeth.

  Even though I know she’s kidding, the comment rubs me the wrong way.

  “Don’t ever refer to yourself as a booty call in my presence. Do you understand?” My tone is a lot colder than I intend and she clams up immediately.

  Softening my approach, I reach out to grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger.

  Eyes cast down, Olivia avoids my gaze for as long as she can before looking up. “Listen to me. I don’t know why you’re so hesitant to call this what it is, but I’m all in, baby. You are more than casual sex, Olivia. You are everything. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing, you’re never too far from my thoughts. This isn’t something I’m doing for the hell of it or until I get bored. I want us for the long haul and I’m not going to stop showing you that, no matter how hard you fight it.”

  Green eyes shining and a ghost of a smile on her lips, she looks at me as if she doesn’t believe a word I’ve said. But she nods eventually and I guess that’s all I can ask for in the moment.

  I’m not sure who destroyed her trust in the past but it’s infuriating to watch her downplay her role in my life because of it. Given the chance, I’d strangle the asshole who broke her heart.

  “I wish you didn’t have to go,” Olivia pouts. She pokes out her bottom lip and everything. She’s fucking adorable.

  “You could always come with me,” I tell her with a smirk.

  I already know the answer but I have to give a shot.

  Can’t blame a guy for trying, right?

  *****

  Back in the air, I run an exhausted hand through my hair as my phone vibrates nonstop against my leg.

  Aware that I have to face the music at some point, my eyes scan through a long list of missed calls and message notifications. One name in particular catches my eye as my thumb lazily flicks the screen and I scroll back up to see it.

  Maya Levi.

  The ex who dumped me because a wealthier NBA star had suddenly become available. We had a brief fling last spring so, needless to say, I wasn’t too heartbroken when she decided to break things off.

  What we shared was purely physical and superficial. I provided the expensive handbags and she provided a late night pick-me-up to alleviate the stress of m
y day. It had been fun but as I said, I wasn’t crushed when she dropped me like a bad habit.

  It’s still weird that she’s randomly contacting me.

  What the hell does she want?

  The answer to that question sure as hell isn’t something I’m going to focus my energy on tonight. She no longer has any priority in my life and I don’t understand why she would even attempt to reconnect after months of radio silence.

  Besides, I’m still floating after my time with Olivia. There’s no way I’m going to fuck up this feeling by reaching out to someone from my past.

  A smile takes over my face when I finally resume scrolling and glimpse a voicemail from my mom.

  “Sebastian, this is your mother,” she introduces herself cheerfully, still not privy to the wonders of modern technology and caller ID.

  Chuckling softly, I listen as she carries on.

  “Your picture popped up when I was checking my email this afternoon and you were with this beautiful blonde young lady. The caption called her your new girlfriend. Now, I know you tell me not to believe what I see online, but is that true? She’s cute, Sebastian. You know, she reminds me an awfully lot of that Olivia girl you use to crush on in high school. You were smitten with that girl,” she laughs at the memory. “I remember you even cut out her yearbook picture and — ah, well you remember how this story goes. Anyway, I just wanted to touch base. Hope to hear from you soon, sweetie. Sure do hope to get a visit one of these days, Mr. Big Shot,” she finishes jokingly.

  As the playback ends, I press “save” with a shake of my head.

  That woman can talk. Especially when it comes to my personal life. She knows no bounds.

  It’s so typical that she would miss the major news headlines which clearly named Olivia as the winner of the sweepstakes. But instead, she’d picked right up on something petty a gossip rag had no doubt posted online as clickbait.

  Though I love the lady dearly I’m not calling her back to discuss this over the phone. It’ll just have to wait for the visit I have planned on Sunday.

  Despite my Tennessee roots, I don’t visit often because my mother moved to California years ago. One of my first big purchases had been her house in Calabasas. After my father passed suddenly from a heart attack, she saw no reason to remain in Tennessee so far from her only child.