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“What’s wrong?” Seth asks while stroking my back.
I sniff and wipe the tears away, trying to calm the sob threatening to tear through me. I inhale deeply and count to ten repeatedly until finally, I tell him, “I just talked to my mom. She’s marrying Bryan.”
Seth makes a face. “Oh. That sucks.” His hands slide up my back and settle on my shoulders. “Did she just call you now to tell you?”
I shake my head, my anger rising once more. “No. She didn’t. I called her.” Maybe I shouldn’t feel so bad for keeping my pregnancy a secret from her. How long has she been engaged? Days? Weeks? Months? And she chose now of all times to tell me, when I called her seeking some advice? She is definitely not getting the Mother-of-the-Year Award.
“Well, it’s not like you have to see him every day.”
“But I have to hear about him,” I groan while walking away from him and to the backroom. The store may be completely devoid of customers, but I still don’t want anyone walking in and overhearing anything. I grab a chair in the corner and ease myself into it. “I know I shouldn’t be upset,” I say while Seth hovers over me, crossing his arms. His brows pinch together as he stares at me, looking more concerned than he should be. “Mom is completely allowed to move on, but given her and Dad have been together my entire life, I thought it would take her some time to find a new man.”
“Obviously not.”
I frown up at Seth and shake my head. “Not helping.”
Seth sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Well, I don’t know what to say Rachel. It sucks, but you can’t really tell her, ‘Don’t get married. I hate your man’.”
“I know,” I groan.
“She should have told you sooner. You should have been the first call. I’ll give you that. You should definitely be mad at her about that, but hating her new boyfriend just because he’s not your dad well,” Seth shrugs, “that’s not really fair to him.” Seth crouches in front of me and takes my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Trust me, I know it sucks. My mom has gone through countless boyfriends. All of them losers. Each time she’s introduced them I’ve had to paste on a smile and try to make nice. It’s not easy, but what else are you going to do? At least, in your case, you don’t have to live with the guy. You only have to see him on holidays, if you want.”
“I guess you’re right,” I grumble.
“And, maybe he’s a great gift giver.”
I raise an eyebrow at him as my lips twitch upwards. “You never know,” he says.
“Glad to know you know what’s important in life.”
Seth scoffs. “Gift-giving is an art form.”
I chuckle and push my body up, wrapping my arms around his neck and tilting my head towards his. “So you say,” I whisper in his ear.
He shudders and leans into my touch, his lips brushing against my cheek. “Watcha doin?” He asks while my hands knead his shoulders.
“Nothing,” I say teasingly. “Am I not allowed to touch my boyfriend?”
Seth chuckles and nuzzles my nose with his. “You’re allowed. It’s just… I’m at work.”
“And no one is here.” I waggle my eyebrows suggestively.
“Now?” He asks, shocked. “Weren’t you just crying two minutes ago?”
I undo his belt buckle while my eyes remain locked on his. “And now I want you to fuck me.”
His nostrils flare and his cheeks flush. Desire blazes back at me in those brown orbs and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close. I slide his belt out of the loop holes and plop them onto the floor before grabbing his khaki pants and undoing the button.
“I think I have time for a quickie,” Seth breathes, his eyes fluttering close as I pull his zipper down, my knuckles brushing against his hardening cock through his boxers.
“A quickie is fine with me,” I say with a mischievous grin.
I cup his dick through his boxers, palming it, massaging it. It hardens quickly, tenting his boxers and making me giggle. He bites his lip as he watches my hand move against him. His hands run up and down my body, cupping my ass, massaging it before sliding up my back. His fingers run through my hair and I lean into the touch, loving the way he caresses my body.
My hand slips through his boxers and Seth shudders, his breath coming out in pants as I grab his hard cock, pumping it slowly up and down. He groans, his head rolling back and forth, his forehead pressing against mine. He kisses my temple, my cheek, before claiming my lips sweetly.
“Fuck, Rachel,” he groans. “What’s gotten into you these days? It’s like you want to fuck all the time now.”
For a moment, my stomach twists with worry. Maybe he also suspects something. Have they all been talking about me behind my back? “You don’t like it?” I ask, trying to sound teasing. Instead, I think I border on the whining side.
