Never Been Loved (34 page)

I keep my mouth shut, then after some thinking, I lean closer until she stops me.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I need to kiss you, all right?”
Please. I need somebody to think I’m amazing right now.

“Uh, in front of Matty? You sure that’s a good idea? God, he’s going to need so much therapy after this.”

“Sera, I want to kiss you. I need it. Matty is going to see us kissing, like normal couples do. Please, just kiss me. Make me forget the last twenty minutes.”

Sera’s thinking, but then gets her hand and casted hand on my chest and leans up to give me her mouth. I don’t go easy, but she’s there with me, making those colours swirl behind my eyes faster, faster and faster.

She touches my hair, and fuck, I didn’t know I had enough blood left to pool in my dick and I’ve pulled her up so she doesn’t have to lean up to meet me. I think I excited her since she kisses me harder, deeper, making me lose whatever control I thought I had.

I settle her down on her feet, and groan when she doesn’t let go of my lip right away.
Jesus Christ, I need to be in her right now.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” I pant.

“Can’t. Plans with Katie.” Her breathing isn’t normal, either. “I’ll come over and read Matty to bed and kiss you good night.”

“Deal.” I smile, and kiss her nose. Colours swirling even faster now until I can’t even see her face. “Shit. I think I need a juice.”

“Oh, oh! I have one in my purse. Which is in the car.”

She starts leading me, but the whole equation doesn’t compute. I stop her from moving towards the car. “Why do you have a juice in your purse?”

“I have several juices in my purse, plus sugar tablets. In case you and Matty get lows when we’re together. I’m like the boy scouts, I’m always prepared. What’s the big deal?”

“I’m...I’m not sure. I guess I’ve been doing it on my own so long, I’m not sure how to react with you having everything ready.” I’m confused, rubbing my head.
Drink sugar now, and think about this later. But don’t overthink it, asshole.

“I’m going to need you to drive. Please.”

Don’t think less of me ’cause I can’t do it right now.

“That I can do. Buckle up.” She gets the keys from me, and moves to the driver’s side once my ass hits the passenger seat. I suck back the juice like I’ve been walking in the desert for days. “I’m gonna drive to work first since I’m running late. You think you’ll be okay to drive Matty to daycare after, or you want me to go there first? Be honest.”

“I don’t like admitting I need help.”

“Everybody needs help. Even Superman needs Batman’s help once in a while.”

“Iron Man is better than Batman, Sera,” Matty says, matter-of-fact from the back seat.

“You want to get into a rumble kid? Name the time and place.”

“Go to work, the juice should kick in by then,” I say. “If not, I’ll park and wait around another twenty minutes. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Sera...why did you kiss Daddy?”

I don’t even have to look at her to watch her freak out, I can feel it, even through the lack-of-sugar haze.

“Uh, well, technically,” she says, “he kissed me, so you should be asking him that question. Actually, it’s because your dad wants to be my boyfriend.”

Chapter 25

“Is that true, Daddy?” Ah, shit. How am I gonna answer that? Can’t a guy get a break?

I exhale hard and long, and really lean into my seat like it’s going to be my bed for the next little while. “It’s true, buddy. Is that cool with you?”

Be okay with this kid. You have to be.

“Does that mean Sera is my mommy now?”

Shit. Really? Can’t I get a breather?

The juice is starting to work and I’m firing on all engines. Okay, what the hell do I say now? And then Sera, fucking awesome Sera, opens her mouth and makes the world perfect again. “How about we say that I’m your daddy’s girlfriend for now, okay, little man?”

I keep my mouth shut. Sera just saved my ass.

She keeps driving, but her hand’s fiddling with the radio knob and we hit Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” and the kid starts howling away like it’s him giving the performance.

I’ve been spaced out until I notice Sera’s double-parked and we’re on the side of the road. She’s looking at me with… acceptance.

Sera doesn’t look at me like I’m weak for not controlling my sugars, and she sure as shit doesn’t look at me like she’s disgusted.

Then she grabs my hand and holds it in her lap, stroking my damaged fingertips.

I’m done for.

Absolutely.

“You feeling better?” she asks.

I don’t know what to do. She’s cracked me open wide and is holding my beating heart with her delicate hands. Fuck, she could ruin me.

“Still think I’m amazing?” I ask her, my voice completely hoarse.

I’m probably grinding her bones together with my grip, but she doesn’t say anything. I’m desperate to hear what she says. I’m sick to my stomach with the sliver of hope that she’s going to say yes.

Christ, she’s leaning closer and that has to mean she’s trying to let me down easy. But she’s grinning and I don’t think it’s for me.

“I don’t kiss losers,” she whispers, leaning into me so that our mouths are touching. “I kiss only badasses. And you are a badass, Hunter MacLaine.”

Yup, you’re a dead man.

“Gross!” Matty yells from the back. “You’re hurting my eyes, my eyes!”

Sera leans back smiling, turns the car off, takes off her seat belt.

“You’re hurting my ears with all your yelling, Matty.” Sera twists around and the kid shrieks with laughter as she tickles him. “Do you want me to be Daddy’s girlfriend or not, huh?”

I’ve stopped breathing. Pretty sure she has, too.

“Only if you read me Harry Potter from here until forever.”

I exhale. Sera smiles.

“I can do that. It’s a promise.”

She gets out, only to round the car and open Matty’s door. I turn to get out, too, but watch her over the seat as she blows a raspberry on his face and the kid is eating it up. When she’s done, she asks him, “See you later for Harry’s adventure?”

“Bye, Sera! Have fun at school!”

Ha. Jules’ kid is pretty hilarious sometimes.

I get out and get behind my girl, watching her step backwards and Christ, her ass is killing me. Damn it.

When she turns, I’ve got my hands on her waist. There’s a split second when I think she’s waiting for me to do something, but she breathes out slowly when I don’t do what she thinks.

Instead my thumbs start moving on her shirt, up and down, when I would fucking kill to get my hands on her bare skin. Cars honk as they pass us by and Sera seems completely clueless.

They want what I have in my hands right now.

She doesn’t even know it.

“Sera...” I growl, trying to make her understand. The thing is, it’s not hard to say the words, it’s not hard to tell someone you care, in theory. But in reality? When shit doesn’t go right half the time and when you have a woman like Sera looking up at you like you’re amazing when you’re anything but?

You have to do what you can to protect yourself.

I can’t stop pulling her closer so that her cheek’s on my chest. I dip my head so my mouth’s connected to her forehead and for some crazy reason, it all feels right.

“Hunt? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby.” I wish I could be more for her. I wish I was better for her. “I’m fine. My girl thinks I’m amazing. How much more okay can I be?”

Her arms tighten around me for a second.

“I’m sorry that I have to go in now. But call me anytime today, and I can talk. I promise.” She leans back to look at me, and I stare back, getting lost in my pity-party.

Maybe I should just let her go, give away my last chance of good that I’m ever going to get.

“Sure, Sera.”

She doesn’t say anything but wraps me up in a tight hug and stares at me, her lower lip jutting out a little and I have to force myself to not kiss her.

There’s a pinch between her eyebrows, and her lips tighten up, losing their pink glow.

“If you don’t call me at least two times today so I know you’re okay, I’m going to make the Daleks look like fluffy little poodles. You get me, Hunt?”

Oh, fuck, she’s being cute again. “I don’t know what a Dalek is.”

She shows me her teeth. “The Daleks are an alien race that have had every emotion removed from them except hate. They hate all non-Dalek life, and will conquer and destroy all of it. You piss me off today, and things will not go well.”

Wow. This has to be one of her shows. I look away, ’cause you know, that shit is funny, but I lose the fight and end up cracking a full smile, and feeling better ’cause she’s who she is.

“I’ll call you. Christ, how do you get me to laugh when I don’t want to?”

“I put a spell on you.”

I don’t know where that’s from, but it doesn’t matter. She’s got me –through thick and thin.

I open my mouth to tell her how much she’s come to mean to me these past few months, how much she means to both me and Matty. But I shut it real quick when I think of us standing outside, on a fucking sidewalk, and she’s not even surrounded by roses, or flowers, or chocolates shaped in some nerd-thing she absolutely loves. I settle for letting our mouths touch then I have to let her go.

I have to get the kid to daycare.

Sera’s eyes pop wide, and her mouth firms up like she’s trying to keep herself from laughing or screaming.

“I’m expecting you after dinner, baby,” I whisper against her lips.

She grunts which I’m taking for a yes. I have to kiss her one more time, then I make myself move to get the kid to where he needs to be.

I watch her get smaller in the rear-view mirror then look towards the road to get my head in gear.

Once I get Matty inside his ‘school’, as he likes to call it, and wave goodbye for a solid two minutes before he turns to play with his friends, I get into my car and have some thinking to do.

Do I want to pursue a life with Sera? Fuck yes.

Am I going to fuck up? Uh, yeah.

Am I going to make it up to her? With every ounce of energy I have.

I just need to keep my cool, and do nothing else to remind her that she’s better off with another guy – with a healthy guy that doesn’t have a kid to contend with, who also happens to be sick like me.

Jules, what do I do now?

Of course, my sister doesn’t answer, and I have to go it alone, just like it’s been for the past ten years.

Weeks and weeks after I vowed to be good to her, I inevitably fucked up.

It was bound to happen. Something was gonna twist my boxers and I was gonna blow up because I’m an asshole and I’ve been doing this for too long by myself that I didn’t even consider how it would make Sera feel.

All she did was buy him a shirt and I lost my shit. Absolutely, certifiably lost it.

I’m a fucking dick.

Now I have to grovel, and I’m okay with that. Sera deserves me walking across glass shards so I can get her forgiveness. I mean, why the fuck did I blow up like that?

Why am I such a tool?

You’re human, asshole. Just pray that she forgives you. Pray damn hard.

Just pick up the phone. All you have to do is pick up the phone. Try to convince her that you’re worth something to her, that she’s going to benefit from having you in her life.

It’s the only way this is going to end well.

You’re sabotaging yourself, man. What the hell for?

Not everyone is Aly.

Yeah, not everyone sees what she sees.

I pull my head out of my ass, but it’s a hard thing to do. I’m stuck in my ways. Not that that’s a legit excuse, but rather it’s making me feel a whole lot better right now.

What a fucking tool I am.

Just pick up the phone and tell her how sorry you are. Just say the words and hope that you haven’t fucked this whole thing in the ass raw.

I have to take a deep breath to call her extension after spending an hour searching the whole damn directory.

“Don’t hang up on me, I’ve been spent all morning trying to find your extension.”

Goddamn it, stop being an asshole.

I can’t help it. It’s my default.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Sera says. “Hence the not answering your calls or texts.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid, Sera. I had a reason for being pissed last night.”

You’re not ingratiating yourself, asshole.

I’m defensive. I don’t want to talk about this on the phone. I need to see her face-to-face, I need to hold her hand, and I need to make her believe me with more than just my voice. Christ, how did I get in this deep?