Some Sort of Happy (Skylar and Sebastian): A Happy Crazy Love Novel (19 page)

When my body had gone still, she ran her hands through my hair, down my arms, up my chest, finally taking my head in her arms, pulling it to her chest. I lay my cheek against her breasts and listened to her heartbeat, closing my eyes and thanking whatever gods existed for letting me have this, even if it was only for tonight.

“Did I rush you?” she asked breathlessly, her lips against my forehead.

“No.” I slid my hands up the back of her dress and locked my arms around her. “Believe me, I’m happy I held out as long as I did.”

She laughed. “I like hearing you’re happy.”

Then stay with me
, I thought.
Stay with me.

Holy shit, who is this guy?

He was so different. So relaxed and at ease in his skin, so unafraid. I wondered if it was stress relief—the sex itself—or if it was that he’d broken down a barrier—sex with me. But I didn’t dare ask about it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

We went into the cabin and cleaned up, Sebastian offering the bathroom to me first. “There are clean washcloths in the bottom left drawer, towels under the sink, soap in the shower. Use anything you want.”

I felt pretty wet and sticky, so I decided to take a quick shower. I hung my dress and panties on the door and washed up with a bar of soap in his shower that smelled delicious and looked like it had honeycomb in it. After drying off with a fluffy navy blue towel, I hung it up and slipped back into my panties and dress.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Sebastian was just coming in from the patio, his feet bare. “I thought maybe we could lie in the hammock. It’s cool out there, but the sky is clear. Good night to see stars.”

“I saw stars twenty minutes ago in your truck,” I told him with a smile. “Right through the roof.”

He grinned back at me before pulling a thick charcoal gray fleece blanket from an old trunk serving as a coffee table. “We’ll take this blanket out, but if you’re too cold just tell me.”

“OK.” I picked up a framed photograph on a side table. “Who’s this?” I asked, turning it so he could see the photograph of the two grinning little girls, one missing both front teeth.

“Emily and Hannah. My nieces. They gave that to me last Christmas.” He switched off the living room lamp as I set the frame down.

“Ah. They live around here?”

He nodded and turned the kitchen light off. “Malcolm and his family live in Traverse.”

“I bet they’re happy you moved back.”

He opened the sliding door and waited for me to go through it, then he tucked the blanket under his arm and followed me out before closing it behind us. “Yeah, they are. They worry about me living alone up here, though. Like I’m a kid. Drives me crazy.”

I shivered walking across the stones toward the hammock, my skin prickling in the chilly night air. “
Do
you get lonely living by yourself?”

“Sometimes. Not tonight.” He lowered himself into the hammock and stretched out on his back. “And that’s all that matters to me right now. Come here.”

Smiling, I took off my shoes and carefully climbed on beside him, tucking myself in against his warm, hard body. Together we spread the blanket over our feet and legs, and he pulled it up over my shoulder.

“Warm enough?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you.” I snaked one arm across his stomach, beneath his shirt, taking the opportunity to feel up his abs again. “Hey, what’s that honeycomb soap in your bathroom? I love it.”

“My sister-in law Kelly makes it. Malcolm’s wife.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she makes all kinds of stuff with honey. Her family keeps bees.”

“How cool. I’ll have to find out where to buy it. Maybe my mom will stock some products in the guest houses. I want her to have all local things.”

He squeezed me. “That’s a great idea.”

I asked more about his extended family, and Sebastian recited for me the names and ages of all five of his nieces and nephews.

“I’m impressed,” I said. “Do you know their birthdays too?”

“Yes, and my brothers’ and their wives’ and my dad’s, and if I thought about it, maybe even yours.”

I picked my head up and looked at him. “Shut up. Really?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You have a winter birthday, right? Is it in December? Maybe the twenty-first?”

I gasped. “Yes! How do you know that?”

“I have a good memory for facts, especially involving numbers.” His mouth hooked up on one side. “Want me to recite two hundred decimal digits of pi for you? Would that turn you on?”

“It might,” I said, and I was only half kidding. “God, you really do have thing about numbers, don’t you? But how did you remember my birthday?”

He shrugged. “I probably saw it written somewhere, although it’s an odd number and I don’t like those. You should have an even birthday.”

“What?”

He chuckled. “Nothing. Just a joke.”

I loved hearing him laugh. Putting my head on his chest again, I snuggled in a little closer. “This is so nice. I’m so glad you invited me back here.”

He kissed the top of my head and brought one hand to my hair, twining one long wavy strand around his fingers. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to come.”

I wanted to look at his face, but I loved his hand in my hair so much I stayed where I was. “Why not? I was here all day, just about.”

“I know, but…I send a lot of confusing signals.”

“You do,” I agreed. “But seeing as I like your company and I have no better offers these days, you’ll do.”

He pulled my hair, making me squeal. “Very funny.”

I giggled, picking up my head to look at him. “I’m teasing. I want to be here. I needed this.”

“Needed what?”

“Just…this.” Even I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d meant, but something about being there in his arms, feeling wanted and beautiful and free and sexy—it gave me hope. I’d felt so bad about myself for so long that I’d forgotten it was possible to feel this good, this excited about life and its twists and turns. Maybe it was just a physical thing between us, but it was enough, and if it fulfilled a need in him too, then all the better.

We kissed, slowly and lazily, his tongue parting my lips. After a moment, one of his hands stole up to my breast, squeezing it softly, and I moved a hand between his legs, stroking him like I had earlier in the boat, feeling him come to life beneath my palm. “I’m glad you’re here too,” he whispered against my lips. “Otherwise I’d be upstairs in my bed jerking off to you right now.”

My core muscles tightened at the image, and I pressed my hand over his erection. “You just put a very naughty thought in my head.”

“What’s that?” His fingers teased my nipple through the thin material of my dress, making them both stiffen and tingle.

“I want to watch that.”

He went still. “You do?”

I bit my lip. “Sorry, is that too dirty? I’ve never watched anyone do it before, I just think it would be hot to watch you. But it’s probably too dirty.”

“No. No. You just surprised me is all.” He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue more demanding, sliding between my lips with a skill that started a hum between my legs. “Want to come upstairs?” he asked, his voice low and playful.

“Yes.”

He stood and took my arm, helping me up. I went to pick up my shoes, but he yanked me toward the cabin

“Leave them.” He pulled me roughly across the patio and through the sliding door. A minute later I was breathlessly climbing the ladder to the loft. When I reached the top, I was surprised at how light it was up there—the moonlight shining in the huge window bathed the entire room in silver. Sebastian came up behind me and lifted my dress by the hem, and I raised my arms. He slipped the garment off my head and when I turned to face him, he was turning it right side out, as if he were going to hang it up or something.

“Really, Sebastian?” I grabbed the thing and threw on the floor.

“It’s a nice dress.”

“Oh, God. You’re so cute. But fuck the dress. And fuck your shirt too.” I started unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers trembling with the need to touch him. He helped me finish and I shoved it down his shoulders, dropping it next to my dress. Grabbing his white t-shirt at the neck, he tugged it off, adding to the pile of clothing on the floor. Immediately, I threw my arms around him, pressing my breasts against his warm, bare chest and crushing my mouth to his. He wrapped his arms around my back and lifted me off the floor, and I instinctively circled his trim waist with my legs. His muscular torso felt hot and hard against my inner thighs.

“Your body is incredible,” I panted as he moved his hands beneath my ass. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on it all day.”

“I’ve been hard for you for two days,” he said, his fingers kneading my flesh. “And we both know that two is better than one, so I win.”

Turning us toward the bed, he knelt on the mattress, laying me down gently on my back before pulling my drenched panties down my legs. I propped myself on my elbows, excited to watch him take his pants off and get started on the show. But after removing his shoes, he crawled up my body, lowering his mouth to my chest.

“Hey.” I fidgeted impatiently. “You said I could watch.”

“You can. You can watch me do this.” He drew a circle around one hard nipple with his tongue before sucking it hard. “You can watch me do this.” He dragged his tongue in a line straight south, making my clit tingle. “And you can watch me do this.”

Pushing my legs apart, he buried his tongue in my pussy, stroking up through the center and lingering at the top before doing it again.

“Oh, God…” It felt so fucking good, and watching him do it made me so hot, I couldn’t bring myself to protest. My mouth hung open as he slowly circled my clit with his tongue, dizzying, decadent arcs that made my toes curl and my hands claw at his crisp white bedsheets. Then he sucked it into his mouth, rubbing his tongue against it.

“You taste even better than I imagined, Skylar Nixon.” He picked up his head for just a second. “And I imagined it a lot. So you have to let me have this.” Dropping his mouth to me again, he pressed my thighs wider as he worked his tongue and lips and teeth over me until the room was spinning and I could hardly breathe.

“Fuck, Sebastian,” I panted. “You’re amazing. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”

“Good. Let me feel it.”

I gasped as I felt one finger slide inside me. Then two. Somehow his fingers and tongue worked in some sort of tandem magic that had my back arching off the bed, my toes pointing.

“Oh God! What are you doing to me?” Dropping my head back, I fisted my hands in his sheets and writhed beneath his agile tongue and dexterous fingers.

Actually, writhed doesn’t even begin to cover it.

I thrashed and moaned and cursed and grabbed his head and rocked my hips, grinding against his greedy mouth until I exploded in feverish bursts of white hot madness, crying out with every rhythmic pulse around his fingers and against his tongue.

When my body had stopped convulsing, he straightened up and unbuckled his belt. “Still want to watch?”

“Fuck yes, I do.” Panting, I braced myself on my elbows, watching as he stepped off the bed and got completely naked. Moonlight dusted his shoulders and hair, outlining the powerful masculine lines of his body. The front of him was in shadow, but I could make out the serious expression, the flat hard stomach, the fully erect cock. It stood out from his body as he came toward me, and I nearly lunged for it, mouth open.