Always Me (13 page)

Panic swirled in my belly and my body tensed until I heard familiar voices. They sounded like they were arguing. Footsteps ran up the stairs, and then a gasp sounded around the room. “Sebastian.” Keisha stood in the doorway, shock at seeing Sebastian etched on her features.

“Keisha, we need you to watch Antonio,” Sebastian said, firmly.

“But…you’re alive…”

He didn’t respond, rising to his feet with me hugging him. A moment later, soft music started playing, making Antonio stop crying.

My sobs turned into hiccups, my heart beating frantically against my chest.

Sebastian ran his hands up and down my back, carrying me down the stairs.

I lifted my head and wiped under my eyes. “No. Shower.”

Sebastian squeezed me tight against him. “I’m taking you to the hospital first.”

Chapter 16

Jose slammed the door to his motel room. His breath rushed in erratically with a growl buried in his lungs.

Sebastian
.

That fucker had showed up. Jose knew he was alive. He’d sent him the pictures of Tori to fuck with his head, but knowing he was fucking his girl made him want to rip something apart. It should have been him pounding his cock into Tori. Not Sebastian.

Tori’s screams while Sebastian fucked her had rattled him as he’d hid in the boy’s room. The kid could pass for his. Maybe the kid could be his. The thought of Tori giving birth to his child made him hard.

God, to think he was close, he could have had her. Fury soared through him at the thought. It took everything in him not to barge into her room and pull her from the grasp of that cocksucker.

Sebastian Chelios was in the way...again. He should have made sure he was actually dead.

Jose dragged his hands through his hair. His thoughts moved back to images of Tori.

His dick twitched remembering the feel of her tight body squirming under him. Reminded him of their first time together. Her strapped to his bed. Begging for him to release her. Screaming when he burnt her. Restrained for his taking.

His fists clenched at his side as the smell of her seared flesh roamed into his nostrils as if it were happening in front of him. Hearing her cry for him made his deepest, darkest desires rise to the surface. He was obsessed with her before but since seeing her, holding her tightly as she twitched and moved under, he’d become even more obsessed. He was addicted. He wanted her. Needed her. Craved her.

Jose’s thoughts went back to that afternoon. The feel of her ass as he squeezed the soft flesh in his hands, bruising her.

God, he needed to get laid.

He groaned, gripping his hard cock through his jeans. Why did he leave? He should have just buried his cock deep in her pussy. He should have taken her. Marked her as his, leaving a little reminder for Sebastian.

When he ripped open her bathrobe, he almost came right then. The view was breathtaking. Her full tits rising and falling rapidly. Her dark pink nipples just asking to be bitten. When she screamed, hot shivers ran through him, making his hard-on even more painful.

Her bare pussy begged to be fucked. A shaved mound turned him on all the more. No wonder Sebastian couldn’t get enough of her. Jose should have taken her and left her for the fucker to find.

He wanted to rip her open and wrap her body around his dick, fucking her hard until she passed out from the pain.

“Shiiiit.” His cock strained against his jeans.

He locked the door and turned to the view of his desk. Pictures lined the wall above it. Pictures of Tori from the last two years. Images of her smiling and holding her son looked up at him.

He ran a finger down a glossy photo and moaned. “You will be mine,
cochina
.”

Pictures of her with a rounded belly caught his attention. She was hot even when she was pregnant and fat. To think it could have been his baby she was carrying. Next time he saw her, he was going to fuck one into her so then it would be his.

Jose groaned and undid his jeans. Fisting his dick, he gripped it tight, a gasp leaving his lips as sharp pain coursed down the throbbing length to the base. He liked it hard and rough, and needing more than a little palm action, he’d stroke one out and go find some pussy or ass. Either one worked for him.

He stroked it from base to tip. Pinching the head of his cock, he jerked, picturing Tori’s hot full lips wrapped around his dick as he fucked her face. Pushing as far as her mouth could take, gagging her. Hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she breathed hard through her nose. He reveled in the thought of making her cry.

Grabbing a picture of her, he closed his eyes, stroking faster and harder.

“Ugh...fuck.” His balls tightened as he shot his load all over the picture.

Shivers ran up his spine as he continued stroking, images of Tori’s naked body banging into his head.

His hand was sticky with cum and he sighed. He needed Tori, and he needed her soon. Whether she gave in or not, he was going to fuck her hot cunt and then her ass. Bury his cock deep into her waiting heat.

Jose moaned as his dick twitched, hardening again. Oh yeah, definitely needed her soon.

Chapter 17

After getting back from the hospital and dealing with the cops regarding what Jose had done to me, our drive home was long and silent. I wasn’t up for talking. I just needed my son. To hold him. Smell him. Hear his deep breathing. Feel his heart beat against my breast.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Sebastian asked me as we walked up the sidewalk. He held my hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

I stood there before entering the house. My eyes burned with unshed tears. “I…I…just need Antonio and a hot bath.”

Sebastian pulled me into an embrace and kissed the top of my head. “I’m so sorry, baby. God, I—”

The sound of the door opening made us both turn. Keisha greeted us, holding Antonio.

Tears filled my eyes, and a breath of relief flooded through me when she put him in my arms. His brown eyes sleepily rose to mine.

“It’s been a big week for you, baby, hasn’t it?” The smell of lotion and baby filling my nose soothed my rattled nerves.

“Are you okay?” Keisha asked me, squeezing me in a tight embrace.

I nodded. I sat on the couch, hugging Antonio to me, cradling him against my chest.

Sebastian joined me and kissed my head.

Keisha headed back over to Garrith. “After all of this fucking time, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

Garrith leaned against the back of the couch with his arms crossed under his chest. “Love, right now is not the time.”

She looked back at me. “I’m sorry. I’m just…” She sighed.

I knew how Keisha felt. I was betrayed, but the happiness that Sebastian was alive and well overruled all of the other feelings.

I watched as she went into the backyard, pacing back and forth.

Garrith followed her, his blue gaze flicking to mine. His lips were set in a firm line as he stopped in front of me. “I have Gordon and Lector searching the premises for Jose. He won’t get back in tonight,” he whispered.

“Thanks, my man,” Sebastian told him, running a hand down my arm.

“So we’re done?” Brett asked, his voice filling with emotion.

Guilt tore through me at the look of sadness in his eyes. “I’m so—”

Sebastian tensed beside me. “Damn right, you’re done.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, asshole,” Brett bit out.

Sebastian smirked.

Oh, this was not going to go well, and I was definitely not in the mood for anyone’s shit. “Please, guys, stop. I can’t deal with this right now.”

Sebastian cupped my cheek and ran a thumb over my bottom lip. “I’m sorry, baby.”

I placed my hand on top of his and leaned into his palm. “You being here, right now, has me falling in love with you all over again.”

His dark eyes flashed with warmth at my words. He kissed my head. His lips lingered against my forehead, and I could feel the fury he felt for Jose seeping off of him. The current in the air had shifted since Jose showed up. Sebastian wanted to go after him, but I couldn’t allow that. Jose didn’t succeed in killing him the first time. Who’s to say he wouldn’t be successful the second time around?

“I think you should put Antonio to bed,” I said quietly.

He lifted his head and his dark eyes flicked down to mine, mischief dancing in them. “And why’s that, baby?” he asked, his voice taking on the lustful huskiness that I loved.

“Because.” My body hummed, drawn to him before my brain even had a chance to react.

“You don’t trust me?” His eyes danced playfully.

“Oh, I trust you, but I also know you.” I knew he wanted a piece of Brett. Even though none of this was Brett’s fault, Sebastian still wanted to drive his fist through Brett’s face.

I could feel Brett’s gaze boring into the back of my skull as Sebastian and I stared at each other.

His eyes heated, distracting me. I opened and closed my mouth. He placed a hand on the back of my neck and covered my mouth in a hard kiss that lasted a little longer than deemed necessary in public. “I’ll play nice, baby,” he said, brushing his lips along mine.

Shivers ran down my spine. I realized then that he was letting Brett know there was no way in hell he was letting me go. I was his and only his. I swallowed hard at that thought.

His eyes flicked above my head. Running a hand over Antonio’s hair, he placed a kiss on the baby’s forehead. “Good night, little man.”

I grabbed onto Sebastian’s shirt. “Behave. Please,” I pleaded.

“I don’t know why you care so much,” he bit out. Looking down at me, he grabbed onto the waistband of my pants and pulled me towards him. Leaning down, he kissed the spot under my ear.

“I know why you’re doing this,” I whispered.

“I’m not doing anything,” he argued, nipping my neck.

Liquid heat spread between my legs. Pushing him, I stepped out of his grasp. “Stop. Please,” I said a little too loudly.

His brows narrowed. “There is nothing wrong with me showing you how I feel about you.”

“You’re trying to make him jealous, so stop.”

His eyes darkened. “Or else what, baby?”

“I...I’m not sure yet, but I can’t deal with this shit right now. So both of you need to stop.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed my cheek. The thoughtfulness and tender touch of that kiss made my heart swell with love for him. I moved to walk past him when he grabbed my arm and leaned down again, his hot breath grazing my ear. “When this is all said and done and we’re alone…” He licked up my neck making me shiver. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and bury my cock so deep in that sweet pussy of yours, you’ll say ‘Brett who?’”

I gasped, lust and desire spreading through me at Sebastian’s promise. So much for the sweet and tender moment. Leave it to him to lower the tone.

I shoved out of Sebastian’s grip and headed up the stairs, my gaze meeting Brett’s along the way. Guilt tore through me as his eyes shone with pain. I had hurt him, and Sebastian kissing me in front of him didn’t help either. He was so possessive and controlling and jealous. Brett had taken care of me while Sebastian wasn’t around. You’d think that Sebastian would be grateful to Brett, but no, not Sebastian Chelios. He was stubborn and pigheaded and always got his own way.

Frustration coursed through me at the thought of losing Brett as a friend, but there was no way that I was choosing him over the father of my son. They could both go to hell if they thought that would happen.

Antonio yawned and I kissed his small button nose. “You are the only boy who hasn’t confused me yet. Let’s keep it that way okay?”

He sighed, snuggling against my chest. Tears welled in my eyes and I huffed. Just wait until he’s a teenager, Tori.

Heading into his bedroom, I put a fresh diaper on him and placed him in his crib. “Good night ba...”

A commotion sounded from the living room, making my stomach drop. Closing the door, I quickly ran down the stairs and stopped. Sebastian had Brett up against the wall, his hand wrapped around his neck. “Sebastian,” I screamed.

He didn’t budge. Brett glared at Sebastian, his blue eyes cold with rage. He wasn’t fighting him. Not trying once to pull Sebastian off of him.

I ran to the patio door and pulled it open. Garrith and Keisha jumped apart from whatever embrace they were in. “Garrith. Get in here,” I cried.

His eyes narrowed and they both headed into the house.

Stepping out of his way, I stood against the wall beside Keisha. “What happened?” she whispered.

I shook my head. “I left them alone.”

“Sebastian,” Garrith barked. When Sebastian didn’t acknowledge him, Garrith leaned against the counter, watching them.

“Garrith, do something,” I cried. Garrith looked at me and then back at them but didn’t say anything.

Sebastian’s body tensed but only squeezed Brett’s neck tighter. “I bet you were happy when you thought I died.”

Brett’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t respond.

“When you kissed her, were you hoping she’d fuck you?” Sebastian’s voice lowered, cold and deadly.

“How do you know she didn’t?” Brett bit out, his voice raspy.

Keisha and I gasped.

A growl erupted from Sebastian’s chest. He looked at me, his eyes roaming down my body. The hairs on my skin stood on end at the intense fire in his eyes. He winked at me and turned back to Brett. “I know you’ve always had an issue with me, blamed me for the Jose shit, but now I know you’re lying.”

“You brought Jose to my club. He caused hell for me and my customers, but there was nothing I could fucking do about it.”

What the hell? I took a step towards them. “Brett…”

Keisha grabbed my hand, pulling me back, and walked up to him herself. She pointed in his face. “I know you’re my brother, but you’re being an asshole right now.”

His cold gaze flicked down to hers. “Stay out of it, Keisha.”

“Love.” Garrith reached out for her, but she walked past him and stood beside me.

Brett’s eyes flashed to mine. “I know you wanted me, Tori. We could have been happy.”

“Brett, we’re friends. That’s all I ever wanted,” I told him. What was his problem?