No, we don’t, because I’m already looking at the screen.
Randa
WHERE ARE YOU?? I NEED YOU!!!
My heart sinks all the way down to my sneakers. Normally, a text like that would just mean my little sister is overreacting. But she’s seventeen, so close to being an adult, she can taste it, and the only thing that would have her messaging me like that was if… if…
Eric.
No.
I look over at Sebastien, the sudden panic so overwhelming, I can barely speak. We’re stuck here. I could call Miranda, ask her to come get us, but what if she’s in trouble? What if she’s in danger? What if?—
As though he can tell that something is wrong, Sebastien marches toward me. He plucks the phone right from my hand, reading the message my sister sent.
“Everything okay?” he asks me.
I snatch my phone back. “It’s my sister. She needs me. And your bike isbroken.”
A slightly abashed look flutters over Sebastien’s face. Digging into his own pocket, he returns to his bike. I don’t know what it is that he does, but a second later, he revs the engine, the motorcycle coming back to life.
He steps around me, kneels by the bike.
I blink. “You said it was broken.”
My husband has the nerve to look unrepentant. “It was. Now it isn’t.”
Sebastien did something to it. To keep me with him, to spend this time with me… he messed with his bike. Or maybe he just got lucky… I don’t know. I don’tcare. If he can get me back to Harmony Heights—back to Miranda—then I can forgive him anything.
Still, as he scoops up my helmet, holding it out to me before grabbing his own, I can’t help but say, “I thought you said you didn’t do a good job on Betsy.”
“You’re right. I did say that, love.” Slapping his motorcycle helmet onto his head, Sebastien swings his leg over his seat before holding his hand out so that he can help me on. “But that’s because I did an excellent fucking job with my girl.”
FIFTEEN
CONNOR HEYWARD
SEBASTIEN
So… that could’ve gone better.
Jesus Christ.
I can’t believe that. As though I’ve never been with a woman before, all it took was Annaliese working her hand over my cock, stroking me, her soft fingers working their magic on my overheated flesh and, suddenly, I was splurting all over her. There wasn’t even enough time to warn her that I was about to come. I bucked into her hand and, with a gasp of surprise—and a little bit of goddamn shame—I just let go.
Hell, I didn’t even mean to push her into feeling me up. It’s like they say. One thing led to another, and if her phone hadn’t buzzed, the spotty service coming through with the worst possible timing, I’m pretty sure that would’ve led toanother. As far as I was concerned, that wasn’t playtime. Oh, no. That was simply foreplay, and like I’ve been fantasizing over since I was able to call that woman mine, I would’ve had her bent over my bike, ass out, cock thrusting in and out of her delightful pussy as soon as I could get it up again.
I was already imagining her heat wrapped around me, the chill for the waterfall caressing my ass cheeks when the buzz broke the spell. Of course she had to answer. I’d have to be a dick to stop her—it was bad enough she threw my ‘no service’ lie back in my face—so I didn’t. And when panic clouded her face, erasing any of the wonder and the lust and the desire that had been there as she touched me, there was only one thing I could do.
I repaired the bike in a flash, and though she wasn’t that pleased to realize that I lied about that, too, knowing that I could get her back to her sister in no time was enough for her to forgive me… for now. I’m sure I’ll have a lot to do to make it up to my wife. And I’ll do it, gladly. But I’m also incredibly aware that I’m on thin ice now.
That’s why, after I drove her back to Harmony Heights, bringing her straight to the Crawfords home instead of Annaliese’s, I didn’t push my luck. Part of me wanted to play the ‘husband’ card and tell her I would stay. She refused to tell me what had spooked her sister enough that she needed to come right home. Even though the message didn’t say why Miranda Crawford needed Annaliese, the stricken look in Annaliese’s eyes told me that she knew—and maybe if I hadn’t broken her trust up on overlook, she might’ve told me.
Fuck me. Once again, it’s one step forward, two steps back. I showed Annaliese one of my most private places when I needed to escape Harmony Heights, and let her know about my dreams of being a mechanic. I even got a handjob from her which left me feeling so high—until I had to admit I deceived. So I gave her a smile when I did. The hurt look on her face when she realized I lied to her will stay with me for a long, long time.
So I didn’t push. I squeezed her fingers after Annaliese climbed off my back, telling her to keep the helmet and call me when she needed a ride home. That she didn’t refuse… didn’t tell me that she wouldn’t… I didn’t fuck upthatbadly.
I waited for her to disappear in the house. My visor’s up so I can see better. Once she’s gone, I scrub my hand over my face.
