by Fox, Lizzie
“I’ll pay you back. I just—”
Before he could speak, I chuckled and gave him a rough shove in the shoulder. He was caught off guard and fell backwards on the bed, and I took advantage of this and crawled on my hands and knees over him, straddling his waist with my thighs. His smirk returned but it was short lived as I wrapped a hand into his hair and sought his lips in a very relieved, very needy kiss. He responded immediately, his arms snaking around me and pulling me closer, deepening the kiss by parting his lips and beckoning me in, but I pulled away teasingly.
“You really didn’t think I was mad, did you?” I asked, raising my brow and smiling widely.
“I’d hoped not, but you’d have every right to be if you were…”
I let out a loud laugh and slumped over the top of him, laughing into his neck. “Oh babe, I could never be mad at you for something like that.”
“You should be. I did what I normally do, I lost my temper,” Seth replied sourly.
“I’m sure he deserved it. He’s an asshole. Just what did he say?” I asked, and he winced.
“I’d rather not repeat it. It was…not nice. At all.” He tensed under me. “Still, you said he was a dick, I should have known he’d be capable of something like this.”
I gently gripped his chin and angled his gaze toward mine. I bypassed his lips entirely and leaned in until I could nip at his throat and up to his earlobe. I swirled my tongue around the black stud he wore in his ear, and his hands pressed into my ass. “Oh shit, Jess…”
Laughing gently, I grinned as I kissed a path over his jaw until I found his piercing and gave it a gentle bite and a tug. His eyes clenched shut and he jerked under me as his hands roved lower, finding the hem of the dress and skirting under, back up my bare thighs. “Jesus, Seth. It’s better than you not caring at all. How could I get mad at that? In fact…” The desire was coursing through me now, and he could definitely feel it, as a lone finger traced over my inner thigh, barely coming in contact with my panties that were becoming wetter by the moment. “It’s hot as hell.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm-hmm…” He sat up gently, chasing my lips with his until we crashed together in a fury of unrequited desire and pent up lust. As usual, the Adam situation aside, watching him on the stage was as good as foreplay, and though we’d been distracted for hours, it all came flooding back the second we fell into this bed.
I slid my hands up his shirt, eager to feel his skin under my fingers. He obliged by yanking the tee up and over his head, careful not to tug at his earrings and he tossed it aside. He groaned lightly when my lips joined my hands in roaming over the hard planes of his chest, and his hips, either voluntarily or otherwise, jerked upward, searching for friction. Which I was happily going to give him. I lowered myself to his jeans and quickly tugged the fly apart, pulling them down to his thighs, along with his black boxer briefs.
“Dear god honey…you don’t—” but his protests were cut off by his long moan, when I gently tongued around his swollen head and carefully took him in my mouth. His hands flew into my hair, pulling the strands out of the high bun I had it gathered in as I swallowed him deeper.
I admit I didn’t use to be a fan of blowjobs, but hearing and seeing Seth lose control when I offered him his sole pleasure did all sorts of crazy things to me. I could get used to hearing him moan and feel him pant beneath me, and I’d slowly gotten to like his salty, heady taste.
My hands slid up his inner thighs and grazed over his balls, and he had to jerk away. “If you don’t stop, this is over long before it begins.”
Sitting up, I touched a lone finger to my lips. “As long as you enjoy it.”
He clenched his eyes shut for a moment, his fingers digging tightly into my hips. When they opened, they were fully dilated and dark, heavy with lust. I grinned, feeling both smug and aroused that I did that to him. Those damn honey-colored eyes were something else, and I knew I’d do anything—anything—to feel them on me. Metaphorically of course. “What the fuck did I do to deserve you?” His expression was full of desire and something else…something like adoration. I knew I probably had the same expression for him.
I bit my lip, enjoying the feel of the hot flush spread over my cheeks and down my neck. “Punching out my ex was a good start.”
He laughed gently, tugging that piercing between his teeth. The sound was always pleasant and melodic, and it warmed my heart. But, my thoughts turned dirty once again when he started tugging at the hem of my dress. “Get this off. Now.”
“Damn. Demanding.” I slid out of bed and obliged him, obediently gripping the bottom of the dress and pulling it over my head in what I hoped was a sexy move. Regardless, Seth liked it, and he slid forward on the bed and rose to his knees, threading his hand in my hair and bringing me forward. He slammed his mouth into mine with such a hungry force, desire spiked deep in my belly, and my vision began to cloud. Our tongues danced around together until he stood, and with more grace than should be expected of a man knee-deep in the throes of lust, stripped off my black bra, eagerly seeking my heavy breasts with both mouth and hands. My head rolled lazily on my shoulders as he swirled his tongue over the nipple until it peaked while he palmed the other, and then switched.
“God, Seth…” I moaned, trying to take care to be quiet, but I almost didn’t give a shit if Wes heard us right about now. I gripped his shoulders, urging him up. “Now Seth. I need you. Now.”
He groaned loudly and quickly dropped his pants and underwear, grabbing my hips and spinning me around until I was between him and the bed. He lowered himself over me, pinning me to the bed. “Back up.”
I nodded quickly and did as he asked. Seth had a voracious sexual appetite—and I loved it—but when he was demanding like this? So damn hot.
He stroked himself once, then twice, before urging my thighs apart with his knees. The best part about being in a totally committed relationship? No more condoms. We’d been tested weeks ago even though we were both 99% sure we were clean…it was still a good idea. Especially now, when we weren’t home and not prepared.
Before diving in he slumped over me, his face just a breath from mine. Brushing his lips over mine, I wound my arms around his torso. “You know how much I love you, right?”
“I do,” I replied with a grin.
He smirked one of his own. “Just a little bit, and we can say that for real.”
My heart soared thinking of it. “I can’t wait.”
“Me either.” He began tracing little kisses down my jaw until he nipped my throat. I felt one of his hands sneak down my stomach, and a finger dipped in between my folds. I gasped and arched into him. I was absolutely ready to go, and any touch, any sensation down there, was just about enough to send me over the edge.
“I’m glad we figured… things out,” Seth said into my ear, and I turned my face to eye him as he drank in my face, or my lips… for…something.
“Me too.” His hand was still between my legs, two fingers brushing languid strokes over my clit, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes open. I bit my lip and my breath hitched, as he swirled a fingertip over the swollen bud, making me buck against him.
The sudden thought crashed into my mind of seeing Adam and his very pregnant fiancée together. I don’t know where it came from, perhaps it never left. It was just about all I could think about while Seth was locked up, and the words Adam said to me were still echoing in my mind, no matter how I tried to stop them.
Turns out the problem was you after all.
I pushed the thought aside, visibly shaken.
“Jess?” Seth asked cautiously.
“Sorry. Just getting a little antsy,” I said, licking my bottom lip and winding one of my legs around his waist. The head of his cock just barely brushed against me, and Seth moaned quietly.
“Now that I know you’re ready...” he said, with a smirk.
“I’m always ready, or damn close with you,” I said.
“Fuck that’s hot.”
He positioned himself between my legs, taking himself in his hand and seeking my entrance. My breath caught as he started to push inside. My fingers sank into his shoulder and his eyes clenched.
“Jesus, Jess…” He sunk deep inside me and we both cried out, the sensation of being full just about too much for me. He gave me a moment to adjust before he slowly started rocking against me, the pressure already beginning to buzz and thrum and shoot tingles throughout my body, charging every nerve and pore.
“More, baby.” I crooned into his ear, and a low grumble vibrated his chest. I tipped my hips to meet his thrusts, and he picked up the pace, slamming into me with intensity. I watched as his face twisted into a languid expression of euphoria, and it charged my own release, bringing it closer to the surface.
I brushed my fingers over the stubble on his jaw, and he crashed intensely into my lips with his. I moaned into his mouth and then gasped as he slid his hand between us, keeping himself propped with the other, and sought my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. I arched into him, my orgasm pounding through me with the force of an arrow finding its target.
“Oh my god….” I cried out and moaned as he rocked me through it, extending my own pleasure before kicking up the pace once more, seeking his own and finding it just moments after mine. With one last deep thrust he groaned deep from his chest and pumped his release into me.
Breathless, I looked up at him; his eyes were still heavy with fatigue, lips pressed together through the intensity of his own orgasm before he calmed and fell onto me in a heap of sated relaxation. I couldn’t help but run my hands through his hair, slightly damp from his sweat of exertion, and he smiled lazily.
“Shit, Jessie-love. The things you to do me…” He placed a series of kisses on the corner of my lips, over my cheek and neck, his stubble tickling me until I giggled uncontrollably.
“Stop!” I scolded, not very convincingly through giggles. “Wes is going to hear us.”
“Who fucking cares?” Seth replied. “I heard him getting it on many times.” He cringed. “Time to repay the favor.”
“Mmm…whatever makes you happy…” I said sluggishly, finally feeling the fatigue that had been just at the surface finally take over, relaxed and sated from our romp and feeling safe wrapped up in his arms.
“You make me happy.” He brushed his lips over mine in a sweet kiss before he fell to my side, stroking my cheek and eyeing me with an unknown, faraway expression on his sexy, gorgeous face.
“What are you thinking?” I asked, turning over onto my side and stroking my fingers over the ink on his shoulder. He had so many pieces it was hard to keep track of them all, but the elaborate design was one of my favorites.
“Hmm? Oh, I was just thinking what our baby would look like,” he said, cheeks instantly turning bright red.
I cocked a brow, feeling my heart soar. “Really?”
“Yeah. I was thinking I hope she has your eyes.” He bent in and placed the sweetest kiss at my temple, and I shivered.
“She?”
“Or he,” he said, with a slight chuckle.
“I’m surprised you’d think that way,” I replied.
“Now that I figured out the issue, I find I rather…like the idea. Someday,” Seth replied earnestly.
I swallowed deeply. I did too, but…still there was that fear. Bigger now, after tonight, seeing Adam. What if he was right, and I was the problem? And we went through all of this, and getting our hopes worked up only to be disappointed in the end?
“Hey…where’d you go?” Seth inquired, sensing the change in mood. He rubbed his thumb in careful circles over my cheek.
“Sorry, I’m just tired.” I lied. Well it wasn’t a total lie, I was exhausted.
“Me too. I’m not sure I can sleep, though with the stink of that cell on me,” Seth visibly cringed. He arched his brow. “I think I’m going to take a shower. Want to join me?”
“I don’t think I have the energy. Besides, knowing Wes could just walk in just weirds me out,” I replied with a chuckle.
“He could still walk in on you here, but he won’t because I’d kill him. I have a record now; he knows it could happen.” I snorted at the jest. Seth was a lot of things but murderer? There was no way. “Still…” Pecking me on the mouth, he climbed out of bed, stumbling but righting himself quickly and going to the dresser. He pulled out a gray t-shirt and blue boxers and handed them to me, keeping a pair of black sweats and briefs for himself. “You can wear these if you’d like. I’ll be right back.” He slid the pants on, and I thanked him just before he left to take a quick shower.
I grimaced, feeling messy and not sure what to do about it. That was the only downside to no condoms: it was messy as hell. I glanced around for something I could use to clean up, when he returned with a worn, white towel.
“Thought you might need that,” he said with a smirk, tossing it to me.
“Thanks.” I waited until he left to wipe myself off, and I tossed it to the ground, figuring I’d get to it tomorrow. I slipped into the boxers and t-shirt, relishing the way they felt against my skin, knowing they were his even if it had been a long time since he’d used them, and I peeled back the covers, sliding into bed. Fatigue should have overtaken me, but in a strange, new place—even though it was only Wes’—I felt a little uncomfortable, and my thoughts wandered back to the confrontation with Adam.
I knew I should probably tell Seth about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to break his heart, at least tonight. Now that he arrived at the point I had been at for a while, I didn’t want to say anything to scare him away, but if it was a possibility it’d never happen, he had a right to know.
But I had told him about everything before, about my possible infertility. Everything I knew, which was I had an operation, and the doctor said there wasn’t any reason things wouldn’t be fine. And Adam was known for being a dick…he absolutely hated me. I dreaded to think what he said to Seth that was so horrible he punched him.
Maybe I was putting the “cart before the horse” so to speak. We weren’t actively trying, and physically as far as I knew, Seth was incredibly healthy.
For now, I was going to let it be. Why freak him out about something that may not even be a possibility? With his work with Miles Madison, the wedding, the festival in Florida, and the Wisconsin Summerfest, the last thing he needed was needless worry about something that wasn’t even a factor yet. He deserved to enjoy these things without my ridiculous paranoia.
Suck it up, buttercup and forget about it.
Easier said than done.
Trying to push the thoughts out of my mind, my limbs kicked around and thrashed every time I tried to relax, and I started thinking wistfully about…things I shouldn’t be. Things like wishing for taking the edge off with a shot of whiskey, or a tall glass of wine. Or two.
You gave it up, Jess. Don’t go there again. Sure, you’ve had drinks with your friends, but that’s it. That’s being social. If you go there again to numb the feelings, it’s too easy to go overboard.
“Hi, I’m Jessalie Reynolds, and I’m an alcoholic.”
Nope. Not going there again. That’s the past. Never again. The twelve-step program, the meetings with strangers, checking in with a sponsor… nope nope nope.
Blake wasn’t the only reason I knew how easy it was to lose control of your mind and think things you wouldn’t normally want to.
“You okay, honey?” I felt Seth’s warm hand against my arm, and I sighed happily when he slid into bed next to me, pausing only to turn the lamp off.
He wore only a pair of boxers, and his skin was still hot and damp as he pressed against me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to relish in the feeling of being here, right now in his arms while he gently pushed my hair aside and placed little kisses on my neck. It was tender and sweet, and I lost myself in him. This was all I needed: him. I didn’t need the buzz. I didn’t need the relaxation or numbness it provided. I only needed him here, with me. Right no
w, tomorrow, and every day after.
“Honey?”
I shifted until I looked directly at him, lifting my hand to touch his face and run my fingers through his wet, damp hair. My god he was so gorgeous…how did I get so damned lucky?
Don’t fuck this up. He is everything you could ever, ever want.
He is everything. He is home.
I finally answered after a moment of him looking at me with concern. “Yeah…yeah baby. As long as you’re here, I’ll be okay.” His sexy mouth slid into a warm smile, and that was all the encouragement I needed.
He was my everything, and I’d be damned if I was going to fuck it up. Not this time…not again.
13
Seth
I still cannot believe I punched out her ex. He fucking deserved it—he deserved more than to get punched—but I still cannot believe I did it.
I wanted to be mad at myself for losing my temper. My father lost his temper—but he lost it on insignificant things like a kid crying during a storm or someone misplacing the remote control. I had a legitimate reason to get pissed at Adam. Adam fucking Tremaine. What a douchebag name.
The claim that Jessie could be an alcoholic didn’t bother me. But the very idea that she was crazy when she’d saved me from myself more than a few times now I just couldn’t handle.
Spending the night in jail was… fun. I was more than thankful the cop was a fan because at least I was put in a cell with the tamer “criminals.” A drunk driver, another puncher of an ex, an indecent exposer, and two people that got caught going at it in public. The officer also made being searched and processed fairly pain free. I chuckled to myself thinking I had a mugshot now. If I ever made it big on the music scene…that would make an interesting story.
