Some Sort of Happy (Skylar and Sebastian): A Happy Crazy Love Novel (18 page)

Suddenly I could feel my mother’s eyes on me, and I could just imagine how pleased she was—not only had I brought a handsome new friend to dinner, but he was a lawyer too. Imagine that, Skylar did something right! Frowning, I picked up my wine glass and took a big sip.

The rest of the meal went smoothly, and even if Sebastian remained a little tense, he fielded questions politely and complimented my mother on her cooking. I winced once when Dan asked him why he’d moved back here from New York, but he simply said he missed the area and wanted to be closer to his family. My shoulders wilted with relief, and I put my hand back on his leg under the table. He covered it with his again, and this time, he left it there.

Our eyes met in the mirror above the sideboard on the opposite wall, and something about the look we exchanged made my panties get a little wet. Maybe it was just the candlelight playing tricks on me, but I liked the fire I saw in his eyes, which looked darker in the dim room.

After coffee and dessert, my sisters and I helped my mother bus the table, and then they shooed me back into the living room, where Sebastian sat with Dan and my father discussing the lack of skill in the Tiger bullpen.

He stood when I entered. “I should get going.”

“I’ll walk you out,” I said, hoping our evening wasn’t over but unsure how to keep it going.

Sebastian thanked my parents for dinner and shook everyone’s hands—I wondered if handshakes still bothered him—and we walked outside. The sun was setting, bathing the farm in beautiful amber light. Row after row of cherry trees in bloomed on the hills, and I inhaled the lush air, which was much cooler than it had been all day.

“So was it torture?” I asked as we strolled toward his truck, wrapping my arms around myself to fight the chill.

“Yes.”

I elbowed him, and he elbowed me back.

“Your family is very nice.”

“They are, thanks. Sorry for all the questions. They can be so overbearing sometimes.”

He smiled slightly. “That’s OK. Nothing I couldn’t handle tonight.”

“I’m glad.”

We reached his truck and he took his keys from his pocket. Part of me wanted to invite him in to my guest house for a beer, but another part said that wouldn’t be wise. Maybe it was enough today that we’d spent time alone, that we’d kissed, that he’d had dinner with my family.

“Well, goodnight. Thanks for coming.” Rising up on tiptoe, I put my hands on his chest and kissed his cheek. He kissed mine too, and then pulled me in close for a hug. I held him tight, my arms around his neck, our chests pressed together. I could smell the clean, masculine scent of his skin, feel his breaths start to come faster, igniting the hum inside my body. My thoughts strayed to my vibrator.

“It’s the craziest thing,” he said in my ear, his voice low and raw.

“What is?”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

My heart nearly burst open with longing for him. “Oh God, I don’t want you to, but this house is, like, right next to my parents, and—“

“Come home with me.” He released me slightly, keeping his arms around my waist and looking down at me. I saw that fire in his eyes again like I had in the mirror, felt the heat radiating from his body. “Give me another chance to make up for this afternoon.”

“Yes,” I said without any hesitation. “Just give me a second.”

“Skylar, wait.” He grabbed my arm, and I worried that he’d changed his mind.

His face was grave. “I want you so bad I can hardly breathe, but I have to be honest. I’m not looking for—”

“Shhh.” I put a finger over his lips. “I’m not asking for anything, Sebastian. I just want to be with you.”

Heart pounding, I ran into the house and pulled Natalie aside. “Can you grab my phone from the kitchen? If Mom asks, just tell her Sebastian and I went for a drive.”

“Awwwww,” she said, her voice rising like I’d been caught doing something naughty. “I’m gonna tell.”

I slapped her arm. “Shhhh! Just grab it please.”

Laughing, she ducked into the kitchen, where my mother was blasting Pavarotti and loading the dishwasher. Not that she’d have cared what I was doing—she’d probably have been happy, actually—but I didn’t want any questions tonight.

A moment, later Natalie returned with my phone. “Here you go. Have fun. Details tomorrow,” she said forcefully.

“Promise.” I scooted for the door.

“And don’t be late for work!”

I rushed back outside, where Sebastian was waiting for me at the open passenger door of the truck. “Everything OK?” he asked, helping me up.

I smiled at him. “Yes. Everything is perfect.”

“Good. Now buckle your seatbelt. I’m planning to speed.”

I drove back to the cabin with a heavy foot, one hand on the wheel and the other on Skylar’s lap. She held it in both of hers, almost like a child clings to the string of a helium balloon. I knew why—she was scared I’d change my mind.

But I wanted Skylar in my bed more than I could remember wanting any woman there. Maybe it was the ten-year crush, maybe it was the way she kept touching me during dinner, maybe it was the smell of her hair when I’d hugged her or the feel of her breasts against my chest. Maybe it was her willingness to be patient but also to push me to do things I was reluctant to do.

I still couldn’t get over the way she’d made me grab her throat this afternoon. What had possessed her to do that? Why did she trust me more than I trusted myself? What did she see in me?

Whatever it was, she’d silenced the voice within me. I knew better than to think it would last forever, but I hadn’t had one disturbing thought at dinner, unless you counted thinking about fucking Skylar with my tongue while her parents were at the table. That was kind of disturbing. But it didn’t scare me—in fact, when I was hugging her goodbye, the only fear I had was, What if I don’t touch her tonight and tomorrow I’m a prisoner of my own mind again?

I couldn’t waste this chance. I’d dreamed of her for too long, and I was tired of being so fucking alone. I wanted her. I needed her. Tonight. Now.

I took my hand and put it on her bare leg, just above her knee, tempting the voice to tell me to stop.

Nothing.

I slid it higher up her thigh, heard her breath catch.

But in my head, exquisite silence.

She widened her knees, inviting me, and I slipped my hand to her pale inner thigh, beneath her dress. The skin there was silky beneath my fingertips, and I traced a little spiral pattern, moving toward her pussy.

“I’m going to kiss you here,” I told her, never taking my eyes off the road. “And here.” I brushed my fingers over the crotch of her panties, and she spread her legs farther. “And especially here.” Edging my fingers inside the silk, I teased her open. She moaned lightly as I circled my fingers over the hot little button. “I want to feel your clit get hard against my tongue.”

“Oh God,” she gasped, tilting her hips toward my hand.

It was so fucking sexy I nearly pulled over. But I didn’t want to rush this. I’d been dreaming about her for ten fucking years. The first time had to be perfect, slow and sensual and romantic. Candles and wine and soft, clean sheets.

If I made it home.

“I love that you’re wet already,” I said, sliding one fingertip inside her, the other hand gripping the wheel tightly.

“I’ve been wet since you took your shirt off on the dock,” she breathed. “God, that feels so good. I want more.” She grabbed my wrist and pushed my finger deeper inside her, nearly causing me to run off the road.

Breathing hard, I fingered her as she moaned softly, imagining my dick sliding between those soft, snug velvet walls. It swelled inside my pants, bulging against the seam. “My cock is so hard right now,” I told her, trying to keep my voice steady as my foot pushed harder on the accelerator. “I want to fuck you with it. I want it right here.” I plunged two fingers inside her.

“Sebastian,” she panted, gyrating against my hand. “I want you so badly. I want my hands on your cock, and I want it inside me. Hurry.”

My mouth fell open. Jesus Christ. I’d never been with a woman who talked that way, ever. And the fact that it was Skylar had me jumping out of my skin.

OK, fuck the candles and wine.

I turned off the main highway on to my driveway, tires screeching, gravel spitting, and flew fifty feet through the woods toward the cabin before slamming on the brakes.

Before I even had the truck in park, she was slipping her shoes from her feet.

I undid my belt and jeans and shoved them down enough to free my cock. “Shit, I don’t have a—“

“I don’t care.” Eyes on my erection, she slid her panties down her legs. “I’m on the pill.”

“Then come here.” I reached for her, flipping her onto my lap.

Reaching beneath her dress, I fisted my cock as she straddled me and positioned the tip between her legs. For just one second, I had a flash of doubt. Not an obsessive thought, but just a concern.
She’s so small.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Lowering herself, she took me in deep, slowly sliding all the way down, her eyes steady on mine, her hands squeezing my shoulders. “I want this, Sebastian. I want this so badly. I fucking need it. Give it to me.”

My name on her lips as she glided over the most sensitive part of my body set fire to my blood. With her tight, wet pussy sheathing my cock, any thought of turning back was abandoned. My body took over, yanking down the loose straps of her dress and taking her breasts in my hands. They were perfect—not too big, but round and plump and creamy white, with pert little light pink tips. “Yes,” she breathed when I sucked on one taut peak, her hips beginning to move over mine. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

Oh fuck.

This could potentially be over ridiculously, tragically fast. She was too beautiful, too warm, too wet, too fearless. And the way she was looking at me, like my cock was the best thing she’d ever felt inside her, like she couldn’t get enough and yet it was too much, like she wanted this as much as I did. Was that even possible? I slid my hands beneath her dress, clutching her to me as I flicked her nipple with my tongue and thrust up inside her.

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, rocking against me, her fingers digging into my arms. “I love your mouth on me, and your body is so hot, and your face is so beautiful, and your cock is so big—”

“Fuck,” I seethed, sucking air between my teeth. “Goddammit, Skylar. I wanted to take my time, give you everything you want. You keep moving like that, talking like that, I won’t be able to last.”

“I’m getting everything I want.” Grinding against me, she arched her back and swiveled her hips in some clever little female maneuver that had me groaning in agony. “Right now. Right here. Right there…fuck yes, right there.”

“Yeah? You want it right there?” I tilted my lower body to give her a deeper angle, and she cried out, her eyes closing, her movements small but fast and frantic and fuck she was so beautiful when she came, her head thrown back, her mouth open wide, her pussy clenching my cock in tight, hard contractions.

Heat buzzed through my arms and legs, centering in my groin as I grabbed her hips and worked her up and down my cock, my eyes fastened on her perfect tits as they bounced in front of me. God, she was so wet and tight and her little noises were so hot and this was so much better than my fantasies because she was here and I was coming inside her
right. fucking. now
. I growled, my body seizing up as the climax hit, but she kept moving, sliding up and down my shaft, crying out every time her ass hit my thighs, taking every last drop I had to give.