“Alright, y’all,” Seth announces casually, like he hasn’t just blown the game to hell, made out with his nanny in front of his family and made absolutely no apologies or explanation. “Nice to see you again, but it’s time for me to take my girl home now.”
My girl.My heart stops. Everything else fades as I look up at him, completely lost in the warmth of his eyes and the way his words have settled deep into my soul. There’s no hesitation there. I’m his girl in his mind. He claimed me. Publicly. Or at least as publicly as we can until paperwork is filed and we do things the Mayhem HR approved way.
Someone claps. I barely register it. But I hear Rosie murmur softly to Boone, “Told ya so.”
Boone just shakes his head, but even he’s smiling. I wonder if he’s worried about his brother’s career and my dad. Or Sawyer. I try not to dwell on that.
Seth looks down at me, his expression softer than I’ve ever seen. That rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Come on, Soul. Let’s go eat some lasagna and have that date I promised.”
Chapter 30 – Seth
I’d made the short drive to Rhiannon and Cain’s place for game night mostly so I could make a clean getaway with Bri after. There was no way in hell I was walking home through Brookhaven turned on. And now, standing inside my front door with Bri just mere minutes after I publicly claimed her in front of my brother and our closest friends, I can confirm this was the right decision.
The second the door shuts behind us, I’ve pinned her against it. My hands tangle in that soft, red hair that I haven’t stopped thinking about since I saw her at work earlier today. Her mouth opens for mine like she’s been waiting just as long to kiss me, and I do. She tastes like tequila, lime, andhome.
One hand cups her neck, the other palms her thick ass. She fits against me perfectly. She fits here in my life.
I nip at her bottom lip. “I’ve missed this mouth.”
She smiles against my lips, and I press my forehead to hers, needing just a second to feel her—tohaveher again. My palms skim up the sides of her ribs, pausing to cup her breasts. I drag my thumbs across her nipples and feel the way they tighten against the cotton fabric. Then my hands slide higher, my fingers curling around her throat with just enough pressure to still her.
I roll my hips against her, getting my cock right against her clit.
Her breathing stills. “Seth… you’re so hard.”
“Been this way since you first touched me in Rhiannon’s living room.”
She bites down on her lip. “So, I guess they all know now, huh?”
There’s a look in her eyes that I wasn’t expecting. Not shame, but definitely hesitation. And that conversation I’d been planning to have with her later might not go as well as I thought it would now.
“Yeah,” I say. “They know. I think we were a little obvious when you started making out with me when Simon didn’t say to.” I pause, trying to get a read on her. She seems okay. “Does that bother you? Do you mind that I called you my girl in front of everyone?”
She pauses to consider that. “No. I liked it. But Seth, there’s something you should know that I did today. Before she can finish her thought, her phone buzzes. She pulls it out of her back pocket, looks at the message, then slides it back in her shorts.
“Everything okay?”
She lets out a breath. “Yep. All good.”
I scoop her into my arms. “What were you saying?”
She shakes her head. “It wasn’t important. Come on. Let’s go.”
I toss her over my shoulder. She lets out a loud, delighted squeal and says, “Oh my god, don’t drop me!”
“I would never,” I growl.
I haul her upstairs and down the hall to my bedroom. The one that’s started to feel like ours more than just mine. I drop her onto the bed and strip out of my shirt, jeans and boots in record time, standing naked at the foot of the bed as I look at her—flushed, grinning up at me and beautiful.
Then I’m undressing her piece by piece. She lifts her arms, arches her hips, lets me take off everything until she’s naked beneath me, a fucking fantasy that I’ve had every night since last Halloween.
“Come here,” I murmur, kissing a line up her stomach, over the swell of her breasts—lingering at each nipple—then across her collarbone, up her neck, and finally capturing her mouth. She melts under me completely pliant to my requests. I pull her with me toward the top of the bed and lay flat, guiding her up onto my lap before I lift her hips a little.
“Ride my face,” I tell her firmly.
She chokes out a laugh. “What?”
